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Milk & Honey - Ch. 4
Austin!Elvis x Black!OC
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Summary: Honey goes on her date with Michael, but things go unexpectedly. Vickie comes to the rescue.
Warning: Swearing
Note: This is a longer chapter, hopefully to make up for the shorter last one
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I whine at the clock as I fix my headscarf into place, making sure the bow sits nicely under my chin. Seven o’clock approaches and I’m not in the slightest bit looking forward to this date. My mom, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier.
I tie my button up shirt in a knot just above the waistband of my short, pleated skirt. “Michael’s here, Honey!” All the energy in my body seems to dissipate as I hear those words. “Don’t you look handsome, Michael. It’s been so long. You better keep my baby safe, boy. Ooo. Is that a convertible you got out there?” I roll my eyes, hearing Ma butter him up downstairs.
I huff in the mirror, taking one last look at myself, then exiting my room. Mom and Michael come further into frame as I descend down the stairs. Michael notices me, silently hoping my mother will as well and distract herself from her interrogation.
I shyly wave at him. “Ma, we’ll be fine. It’s 7pm, it’s just dinner. We’ll be back soon, okay?” I rest my hand on her shoulder reassuringly. She looks Michael up and down, says nothing else, and makes her way to the living room. I give him an apologetic look, before we both quietly laugh.
I shut the door behind me and he walks me to his car. It was indeed a convertible like I heard Mama say. A baby blue one too. He opens the passenger side door for me, reaching for my hand to hold me stable as I seat myself. I smile at him and he shuts the door before returning to the driver’s side.
After about 10 minutes of driving through the city, we arrive outside a restaurant. The block is quiet and dimly lit besides the minor activity happening in the one building we’re heading towards. The small restaurant has one window that overlooks the few cars parked outside, however the glass is shaded by a curtain so I can’t make out its interior just yet.
The tires scrape against the freshly wetted gravel as he pulls the car into a parking spot and soon enough he’s exiting the car to walk to my door. “Shall we?” He offers his arm out to me.
I laugh nervously as I eye the building, taking his arm and walking towards the entrance. He pushes past the door and I stop dead in my tracks, now knowing why the area seemed so shady. “They got white people in here?” I whisper in a concerned tone.
“Yeah. It’s alright, Honey. They got joints like this all over the North. Ain’t nothin’ to be scared about now.” He places his hand over mine, guiding me further into the restaurant.
The decor is dull and low budget looking, but it’s to be expected from an integrated area. Surprisingly, no one turns to stare at us in horror as we enter, but I still make an effort to not make eye contact with anyone as we pass by the tables. I do notice a few other people of color in the corner of my eye, which eases my nerves.
We sit and order, talking over our drinks while the food is being cooked. “So, how long have you been singing?” He props his elbows on the table, leaning forward.
I scoff at the thought. “I haven’t, really. I mean, I sing around the house sometimes, but I’m performing for the first time at the end of the week.”
He raises his brows. “Really?”
I nod shyly. “I’m singing Saturday at Club Handy, if you’d like to come.” I offer, trying to be friendly, but in some ways hoping he’s busy that day.
He smiles. “I’d love to.” Oh, yay. “Bet you’re excited. I’ve heard Club Handy’s got some talented people there.” He says, taking a sip of his pepsi cola.
I play with a napkin on the table, chuckling to myself insecurely. “Yeah, that’s actually a part of the problem. I’m not as good as them.”
The waitress comes, placing our food in front of us. We thank her as she walks back to the kitchen.
His face forms a frown. “Now don’t be sayin’ all that. Every musician’s nervous at first and it doesn’t do them any good to think like that. You sang good last night.” He chuckles, thinking back to a memory of something. “I remember you and Elvis used to always dance and sing together. Thomas and I use to get so upset waitin’ on y’all to stop creepin’ on the bar. Oh man, I miss those days.”
My head snaps up at the mention of HIS name.
“Speaking of Elvis, you hear that new cat on the radio?” He asks.
Does… Does he not know…? “Yeah… I have. Can’t go anywhere without hearing it.” I trail off, immediately annoyed as I remember that damn song.
He looks off into the distance as he thinks of something. “It’s strange. I ain’t never met another Elvis. I wonder what happened to that boy. Think it could be him? Poor little kid from Tupelo playing on the radio? Imagine that.” He laughs. “What was his last name anyway?”
I eye him, pondering with my spoon hanging from my lips. He really don’t know, do he? Do I tell him…? Nah.
I shrug. “I don’t remember.” He shrugs as well before taking a bite off his steak. I clear my throat, poking at my potatoes, deciding on a topic to move on to. “So, what about you? How’d you get into music?”
He chews, swallowing down his bite. “Met some kids in school. They introduced me to guitar and we started playing together for a while. Eventually, I moved on to selling records, but I still play with them every now and then. They came down with me here actually. I should introduce you to them. Might teach you a thing or two.”
I hum, not really knowing how to respond. He’s trying to make future plans. Despite growing up together, I don’t have much interest in getting to know his friends. Michael and I were never close. I’m convinced the only reason we ever spoke is because the other boys would always try to swing by my house. Our friendship was more of a convenience than anything. Having that said, if he and his friends know music, it’s best for my future career that I stick around. Still, I’m shamefully not excited to spend more time with him. Ugh, I’m going to need dessert before I agree to anything else this man has to say.
I wave the waitress back over, ordering a chocolate ice cream and a cherry soda. Shortly after, she comes back with the items and places them in front of me. Nonchalantly, I pour the soda over the ice cream and take a spoonful, only then looking back at Michael. He watches me as if I’m the most insane person on this planet.
“What?” I ask, raising my spoon in the air.
He just shakes his head with a smile. “Whatever makes you happy, beautiful.”
Normally a comment like that would make me blush, no matter who was saying it, but like I said earlier, there was just nothing there between us.
“You know my parents would have a fit if they found out I was in a place like this!”
“S’alright, Dixie. No one’s gonna know.”
A couple seats themselves at an empty table across from Michael and I. I look up from my sweet treat to eye the commotion. The woman seats herself in the booth, flattening out her fluffy, pink dress and watches her black haired date signal the waitress over. When her date turns back around, my heart drops.
I nearly choke on my ice cream when our eyes meet. He freezes in his booth and I snap my neck away, looking back towards Michael. My heart speeds and my palms begin to sweat as I try pretending to never have seen him, but I fail dismally.
The waitress stops by, placing a check on the table. Michael takes a look at it before patting his pockets. He pats around faster, which catches my attention in the meantime. “Damn, left my wallet in the car. I’ll be right back.” I mutter an ’okay’ to him, as he walks out the restaurant.
I bounce my leg, not knowing what to do with myself and the really big problem seated only 5 feet away from me. Unfortunately, Dixie, I guess her name is, has to get up to use the restroom at the same time Michael exits, leaving just the two of us alone.
I make an obvious effort not to look at him, but I’m quickly reminded of his carelessness as I see his head dart back and forth in the corner of my eye. The second Dixie turns the corner, he swiftly scoots into the seat across from me, his dumb grin plastered boldly on his face.
“Are you crazy?!” I whisper angrily.
“Is that cherry soda with chocolate ice cream? You still eat that? We used to love that when we was kids!” He takes Michael’s unused spoon and dips it into my bowl, taking a bite in an almost idiotically relaxed fashion as he ignores me. “Mmm, that’s good.” He says to himself. I can do nothing but stare and watch this boy, speechless, as I decide whether he’s either this brave or that stupid. He clears his throat, setting the spoon down and leaning back to get more comfortable in the booth. “S’been a while.” His voice deep and calm, but I catch undertones of something else.
I sit back in my own spot. “Yes. It has been.” I sternly agree, crossing my arms.
He sighs, dropping his act. “Look, I’m sorry about all that. I got caught up with all this music stuff. That’s all, Darlin.”
I scoff. “Would’ve been nice to know. And don’t call me ‘darlin’.” Partly because he didn’t deserve to call me that, partly because I was afraid certain feelings would come back from it. No one ignores me for 8 months and gets away with it. I’m determined to push him away even if he comes back crawling and begging!
“Honey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else you want m-”
“Why’d you come over here? You came here with a gorgeous date. Why are you botherin’ me?” I cut him off.
He inspects the restaurant for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. “I, uh- Who… Who’s the fella you’re with?” He says with a sudden hushed tone.
I hold back a scoff, taking note of the insecure look in his eyes. “That’s Michael.”
He squints in confusion. “You’re dating Michael?!” He says, sounding almost disgusted.
I shrug. “He’s visiting from Chicago, lookin’ for a new singer to sign. We ran into each other and he asked me out.”
He looks down at the table, processing this information. “Do you…” He pauses, debating his next words. “Like… him…? I mean… do he treat ya well?”
I can’t help but smirk. “Jealous?”
“No!” He’s quick to defend himself. “Just makin’ sure my friends ain’t treated bad. That’s all.”
I nod. Of course he is. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, he’s never ignored me for months or kissed me then ran off with another girl.”
His brows are fast to furrow in anger. He gestures to the door that Michael left out of. “Cause you ain’t done the same just now?”
I lean in, pressing my arms into the table as I feel my anger begin to rise. “How long you been datin’ her anyway? Was it before or after you kissed me?” I ask, as if any answer will ease my heart.
“Jealous?” He asks with a similar smirk I had only seconds ago.
“Just making sure I’m not getting treated bad.” I add mockingly.
He bites the inside of his cheek, eyes darkening and eyebrows furrowing. “I thought you and him ain’t never had nothin’ in common. Why the sudden change? What’s he do for himself anyway? Bet he ain’t never been on the radio before.” He says with a growing impatience.
I glare at him. Oh, I know he ain’t playing this game. “No, he just makes people that get on the radio. He’s a scout.” I reply calmly.
“I learned guitar, made myself a band.” He adds.
I challenge him right back.“So did he.”
“I make records.”
“He sells them and drives a convertible.”
He goes quiet, knowing fully good and well that his old delivery truck is parked outside this restaurant.
Normally, I couldn’t care less about these kinds of things, because his dumb ass should already know I’ve been crazy about him since he had nothing but a shack in Mississippi, but if he wanted to play this game then I’ll show him I can win. “Better go. Your girlfriend’s coming back, lover boy.” I put a heavy sarcastic emphasis on the last two words.
He twists his neck to check the area near the bathrooms before quickly jumping back over to his own table. He smiles hesitantly at Dixie while she sits across from him once again. They start talking, but I’m too annoyed with him to listen any further.
“Woo, okay. Sorry, I’m back.” Michael plops down in his seat, out of breath.
I give Michael a nice, cute smile, purposely arching my back while I lean forward on to the table to accentuate my curves, knowing someone else’s eyes were also on me.
“You know, it’s nice Sunbeam’s branching out to get new performers. That Tropicana club over on Thomas Street’s been giving him some competition these days. Have you decided what song you’re gonna sing on Saturday?” My eyes widen as Michael asks me this. Could he have said that any louder?
I see Elvis’ head perk up at the mention of me singing this week. He doesn’t look over, but he goes abnormally quiet, meaning he was trying his best to listen in on us. Shit. “Um, I have a few ideas, but I don’t know yet.” I try my best to keep my voice low and quiet, but it’s no use.
He places the money on the table, so I take that as a sign to start gathering my things.
“Look at that. They gave me a dirty spoon. Never even used that.”
I snap my head up, seeing him hold up the spoon Elvis had in his mouth mere minutes ago. I gasp, faking surprise. “Nasty. Need a new dishwasher.” I say convincingly. He shakes his head in disappointment, placing the utensil back on the table before standing up. When Michael turns away, I glare at Elvis. He continues to examine the menu, pretending to pay me no mind but his lip curls nonetheless.
Michael puts his arm out for me to take and we head towards the door. I take one last look at Elvis. He watches me leave, deep in thought. During the car ride home, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. My brain told me Elvis doesn’t deserve me after what he did. However, my heart wanted to jump across the table and kiss him in front of the whole damn restaurant while Michael and Dixie watched.
We pull up in front of my house and he puts the car in park. Awkwardly, I smile. “Well, thank you for dinner. I had a lovely time.”
He watches me for a moment, like he’s waiting for something, a kiss I assume. Instead, I pretend to not notice and exit the car to wave him goodbye. He suppresses his letdown and waves back. “Anytime. See you Saturday.”
I watch him drive away with a sigh. I should be focusing on singing right now, not all these stupid boys.
“Ooo, Honey! Who was that man? He looks tasty!”
I know my mama didn’t just say that.
I whip around to see Vickie in the doorway grinning widely at me, Ma standing just behind her as they wait for me. I run to the door, pushing Vickie inside. “Oh my God, will you hush? We got neighbors!” She giggles, holding her cheeks. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you I’d be over to help you with your singin’, but you didn’t tell me you had other plans.” She slyly smirks. “Luckily your mama kept me company while you was gettin’ it on.”
My jaw drops. “I was n-” I quickly turn to my mom. “I was not!”
Ma puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes, before heading upstairs. “I don't wanna here none. I’m goin’ to bed, so don’t be making all that noise now.”
I laugh, watching her disappear to her room. I sit on the couch with Vickie. She groans, eyeing my head. “You wore that headscarf on your date?” She reaches out and begins to untie it. For some reason, I don’t feel the need to stop her, but I was still hesitant of her reaction. “Dressin’ like a rich, white woman around these parts? What’s with you and this thing anyway? Shoulda put it up or som-” She pauses, eyeing my hair with the scarf now in her hand. “Is that natural?” I nod slowly, unsure what she’s thinking. “Damn. You know how many colored girls is spendin’ their life’s savings on hair like that?”
I furrow my brows in confusion. “They are?” I question.
She nods, placing the scarf on the coffee table. “Mmhmm. S’trending right now. You know Marilyn Manroe and all.” She sits back up, crossing her legs and putting her hands on her knee. “Sooo… who is he?” She asks with a big smile, eager to hear me talk.
I shake my head, attempting to hide my blush from her question. “His name’s Michael. He’s a boy I grew up with back in Mississippi.”
She nods, studying me with squinted eyes. “Mmm. How’d it go?”
I sigh in a clear unhappy way. “Can I tell you something, Vickie?” She immediately perks up at this, leaning in closer. “When I was little, I had this little group of friends, Michael was one, but we also had this other friend, call him… E. Michael had a crush on me, but… E and I… we were always close. I hadn’t seen either in years. Then Michael pops up out of nowhere and asks me out, but I’ve never really felt anything towards him and I don’t know what to do.”
She softens her eyes, placing her hand on top of mine to comfort me. “Aw, I’m sorry.”
“It gets worse.”
“Oh?”
“I saw E on a date at the same restaurant tonight.”
“Oh??”
I smile, continuing. “He didn’t seem to like Michael and I together, even came into my booth to talk to me when Michael left for a second, but he broke my heart in the past, so I barely feel bad.” I cross my arms, feigning stubbornness but my heart was dubious. “I did… in a way try to make him jealous though and, Lord, it felt good.” I guiltily admit. “Ugh! It’s not fair! I can’t get his dumb ass out of my head!” I say with a dramatic groan, falling back onto the couch.
She gasps, slapping my leg lightly. “Honey, you little player! I didn’t know you had it in ya. What are you gonna do?”
I prop myself on my elbows with a huff. “That’s the thing, I don’t know! I don’t even like Michael, but E… he’s always so hot and cold, and now I think he heard Michael and I talk about my show on Saturday, so both of them are probably going to be there. It’s gonna be a disaster. I don’t even have a song yet! I shouldn’t even perform.” I say sadly, spiraling down all my negative thoughts.
She sighs. “Honey, I say this as a friend,” She puts her hands on my shoulders. “You gotta pull yourself together, girl!” She shakes me back and forth as she speaks.
“Vickie!” I attempt to grab her hands.
She stops to look me dead in the face. “How badly do you want this boy, Honey?”
Now I’m very confused. “What?!”
She groans. “I said. How badly do you want that man?!” She asks more fiercely.
I pause. How badly do I want Elvis? I shut my eyes tightly, really not wanting to admit it out loud. “A lot.” I whisper.
“Say it!” She shouts, gripping my shoulders once more.
“I want him!” I shout back, surprised by my own volume.
She releases me proudly, snapping her finger. “Then make him fight for you.”
I fully sit up now, looking at her like she’s crazy. “What the hell are you talking about, Vickie?”
She takes on a mom voice, sitting up properly. “Honey. I’ve dealt with boys before, I’ve seen the cold feet, and the best way to get them is to show them you got other suitors waitin’ for you!” I immediately roll my eyes, thinking this will be a bad idea. Still, I remain silent, curious of what she has to say. “It’s simple. Men are competitors. Right now, he prolly thinks you’re sittin’ around, waiting for him to call, but you show him he’s got other competition and he’ll get so jealous that he’ll try to out do the other guy.” She smiles, acting as though she just shared some deep, hidden wisdom with me. But then, her smiles quickly drops as she remembers something. “Don’t take it too far now, he needs to keep hope that he has a chance. But you do it just right and that boy will come beggin’ to have you back!”
I played with the idea for a moment. I know it sounds dumb, I don’t wanna play games, but after seeing him tonight, I can’t help but admit how exciting her plan sounded; Teasing Elvis, making him jealous, watching him crawl to me. It’s all too tempting.
Vickie notices a menacing smirk grow on my face and sits back with pride, admiring her work. “We need to get you a nice dress too. We’re finding you somethin’ sexy.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. Ooo, you about to get that boy! You’ll see.”
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Bourgeois Riddle
It's night-time and I can hear my neighbors' dogs barking, some in unison and others out of sync. What do they bark at? To the moon, to the night, to existence itself? Lots of barks like intrusive thoughts that collide and create the sound of the night, along with the cars and motorcycles that pass in the distance, the crickets, the breeze caressing the trees and the voices of teenagers hiding in the patios smoking cigarettes and laughing quietly so as not to be discovered. Dogs don't bother me with their barking. I feel we have a lot in common. I don't bark or yell, but I write in the shadows illuminated by a lamp. My act is similar to theirs and the response is the same: silence.
As I've been sleeping poorly and having nightmares for days, I avoid going to bed. Because it’s there, between the sheets and pillows, when my eyes can’t close the moment I cannot run anymore.During the day is easier to escape, I fall on my back to consume as many tiktoks I can in the lapse of an afternoon. However, this distraction is causing me to become addicted to social media, the lamest addiction there is.
The other day at night, while I was walking from class to the train station, and I looked at the daily scene of the city disarming, with few cars passing fast through the large avenues, with homeless people wandering through the streets and entering the squares to rest under the trees after walking exhaustively looking for a piece of reason to keep walking. the street vendors dismantling their precarious stalls, and the workers walking through the smoke of the recently extinguished grills. I began to feel my throat squeezing inside me and some tears coming out of my eyes, the first violently opening the way for the others to rundown as if they were falling from an open tap. In those minutes of pure anguish I avoided making eye contact with the few people who crossed my path. I refuse to be seen crying. By the time I sat down on the train seat there were no tears, my eyes felt cold and frozen and my mind exhausted. I slept the entire hour back home with my head against the freezing window.
The second time I couldn't escape this anguish was at my uncle's birthday party. After mixing wine and gin without eating dinner, I ended up succumbing in front of the toilet bowl. I have never been so embarrassed in front of my family. Three hours after I arrived I ended up in the bathroom, crying and vomiting while my stepfather, whom I call dad, held me. Most embarrassing moment of my life, I still feel like ripping my face off and digging a grave with my own hands to throw myself at.
In the sporadic moments in which escape is not possible, I wonder what’s this anguish I carry with me wherever I go. How can it sometimes seem so heavy? Then nonexistent at other times? Isn't it simply spleen? Or could it be something real? I’d confessed in the past my melancholic tendencies, but these tears are different, heavier and louder, impossible to ignore.
I asked a friend what loneliness was to him and with his poetic tongue he told me “it is like being an abandoned house waiting to be inhabited by the people you love or are willing to love, but left to a perpetual longing.” I melted into his words, he was right. I do feel like a decaying house sitting on top of a hill, letting the winter wind cross me through my big windows from room to room, freezing every trace of my humanness. Leaving dust and brown leaves sitting on top of the old furniture acquired god knows when, always threatening to extinguish the fireplace inside of my virgin heart. Maybe I’m a little like House of Usher, falling into the hands of madness, guarding over my innocence resting in a crypt buried somewhere deep inside. Or maybe I’m more like Wuthering Heights, inhabited by the ghost of someone I never had but somehow lost.
I am a loner, always been, but there’s a difference between loner and lonely. To have time to be alone when reading, writing, watching a movie, or doing just about anything creative, is the most blessed blessing of all. To sit with a cup of tea and just be without worrying about the short term and just immerse oneself into whatever world you opened, is a privilege not all people have. That pleasure leisure brings is as sweet as a summer breeze, but rare in humankind as justice in the capitalist mind. This difference lies in that, the pleasure, when lonely it never comes, it is not free time and leisure, it is a sentence you have to go through every single day. It starts when I open my eyes, the sound of birds singing together carry me through the day almost like my personalized torture, a reminder that even them have each other, and it ends at night when I succumb to an unmade bed. In those days I learn nothing, and there isn’t one thing that interests me. I feel devoid of myself, like a shell wandering around the house waiting for the dark.
Maybe I did the transition so smoothly I didn’t realize. The truth is I can recall more nights at home, in my purple bathed room, listening to The Smiths or Lana del Rey, or watching some sordid film like Blue Velvet or Christiane F, than nights out with friends and lovers.
One time I asked my mother why didn't she abort me? Stupid question of mine, having in mind that back then it was illegal and most methods ended with the death of the woman. She told me, despite not wanting to have any connection with my biological father, that she knew once I was there in my crib, she was never going to feel lonely for the rest of her life. As tender as it sounded, at first I couldn’t understand how someone so young could give up their lives for something like me, but as I grow older I’m starting to understand her, I guess it is a matter of time for me to do the same.
I can conclude I find myself in a bourgeois riddle of feelings, perhaps if I didn’t have the time to contemplate life I wouldn’t feel this way.
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I've posted this on Twitter before, but since Tumblr seems better for long text I thought I'd repost it here. I should also say that yes, I was an incredibly dumb kid.
When I was 15/16ish, I used to regularly walk up to the local library while my parents were at the supermarket, check out a ton of books, and then walk home. Well, soon after I got home this one day, the doorbell went. It was this guy, I pegged him at the time as being about my granddad’s age, which would put him in his 60s, glasses, green hat, heavy grey coat, umbrella (it was raining). He told me he was a friend of my dad’s and that my dad had borrowed some magazines of his and he wanted them back.
Me: He’s not home, you’ll have to come back later.
Him: That’s ok, I’ll just come in and get them.
Me: ??? No, you’ll have to wait until they’re home. They won’t be long.
This was true, by our routine I was normally home about an hour or so before my parents.
He told me he didn’t want to wait and that he could just come in and grab them.
I told him no again, but I was starting to feel nervous, because if he *was* a friend of my parents I’d get yelled at for not helping him. Again, dumb kid, and this was how my mum would react.
Now, at the time my family had this terrier dog. He was maybe 8/9 at the time, but he loved to meet people at the door and he’d come with me. And this dog was *vocal*. We used to joke he could talk because you could tell what he wanted by the pitch and tone of his voice. He had different sounds for everything.
I’d closed him behind the inner door, but I could still hear him, and his voice wasn’t making the normal happy visitor sounds he usually made. It wasn’t growling, but it was a weird grumbling noise I'd never really heard from him before, and I thought he’d got into something trying to get to the door (shoerack or bags or something), so now this was more pressure because I needed to get rid of this guy to deal with the dog.
I told him to come back later when my parents were home and tried to close the door.
He stopped me.
I can’t remember if he put his hand out or his foot in it, or what, but he stopped me, and kept insisting I let him in to get his damn magazines.
At this point I was freaked, and under no circumstances was he coming in the house. Meanwhile, Doggo was going crackers with the grumbling and strange sounding barks behind me.
Him: It’ll be quick, I’ll just grab them.
Me: No.
I’d been trying to be polite, but this was pretty much the moment I think I shut down all niceties.
Me: He’ll be back later, come back then.
And I closed the door in his face.
I was honestly more afraid of how pissed my parents were going to be at me for being so rude to a friend of theirs than this guy, I mean, he was just some old guy, but I locked the porch door, went back in the house, and locked the inner door too.
Doggo had not, as you probably guessed, got into anything, but was just grumbling and wuffing at the door. He didn't look defensive or anything, but he definitely wasn't comfortable.
I got a drink and thought about things. My dad’s not a big reader, never has been. Why would he borrow magazines?
Also, it was summer and my mum had opened half the windows in the house.
I went round the house, closed all the windows, and then locked doggo, a carving knife and I in the conservatory until my dad and brothers got home. Best choice I made in that entire debacle. My dad ended up having to call me because he'd forgotten his keys and I wouldn't answer the doorbell to let him in. He had not borrowed magazines from anyone and had no idea who this guy could have been, but he just kinda laughed the entire thing off.
Looking back, I really hope that somewhere out there, there’s an old man who occasionally thinks of the time he got the wrong address and scared a teenage girl half to death. But sometimes I just think of HOW INSISTENT this guy was to get in the house, and I have to think about it, because was he so socially unaware of the fact he was asking a young girl to do one of the most major things she’d been taught NOT to do?
THEORIES
My street had a semi-similar name to two other streets nearby, and there was a third with the same naming patterns (though my friend lived in my number on one of them, and her family didn’t know the guy either, I asked and gave his description. I honestly thought afterwards that he was probably looking for them because my friend and I look similar in general from a distance but nope). So he might genuinely have just been lost.
I also thought for a very long time that this could have been a robbery scam. My town at the time had a problem with people (usually men) tricking usually elderly folks into letting them into the house and then robbing them. If this guy did think I was a child home alone, he might have decided to alter his script on what he hoped would be an easy job. And it would explain why his story was so weird: he was improvising it on the fly to what he thought was a child.
It's also worth noting that although I was 15/16 at the time, I looked MUCH younger. I could easily pass for preteen at the time, it was a mistake many people made. This guy had no idea he wasn't speaking to a much younger preteen and was demanding said preteen let him in their house. And if he'd seen me come home, he'd have seen me unlock the door, which meant there was a good chance I was alone. This aspect of things didn't strike me until years later, but it's still something I think about.
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Chapter 1: Unsatisfied (She Loves Me Not)
Monday, 9th February, 2019
Sun pierced the grimy windows. The street was empty except for the parked cars that never seemed to move. A few people would jog or walk past once in a while but other than that, it was quiet. Peaceful. Calm.
I hated it.
I wanted cars blearing bad pop music. Kids running past screaming. Parents pushing strollers arguing about cereal brands and which was the quickest way to get to the grocery store. I wanted the noise of people. Of community. Of existence.
I wanted to look out of my window and know that the houses and apartment buildings lining the street actually had people living in them. I wanted to see my neighbours rather than just be content with the knowledge that they existed.
I wanted to be surrounded by people. To swim in it. To drown in it. I didn’t want this unnatural silence. I didn’t want the only sign of life to be the lights that turned on at night. I didn’t want my only sightings of my neighbours to happen when I looked at them through a $20 telescope like a creep.
“Are you having an existential crisis again?” Despite the suddenness of her voice, I felt instantly calm, “Seriously Lakshmi, summer is already so hot you should have no energy left over to think. Do this in winter when you’re lying under 50 blankets.”
Irene stood in my doorway. She was wearing a low cut, V neck black top with tassels and blue jeans. As usual, she sported flawless makeup, and her lips were painted with her signature scarlet lipstick. She was so beautiful that I was simultaneously entranced and insecure in her presence.
“What, I can’t think in your presence now?” I got off the study table and proceeded to tidy up my desk.
After cleaning up the desk, I intended to do the same to my room and maybe my parents’ room and afterwards I’d work on my cooking skills. It was an essential skill. I just had so many things to do today. I probably wouldn’t have any time to work on my Bio assignment.
“Anyways, you can’t just rock up here like a creep.” I grabbed a random sock off my desk and threw it at the laundry hamper next to it, “How’d you get in anyway, did my parents let you in?”
Irene lifted her hand, revealing the silver front door key, “Your mum gave me a key.” She walked over to my bed and fell backwards onto it, “She said I come here so often, I may as well have one.”
“Great, now I won’t even have a warning before you storm into my room and start harassing me!” It was at times like this, I truly understood just how little my mother wanted me. I was the only one she withheld affection from.
She sat up, pouting, “Hey, you’re supposed to be happy to see me.”
I walked over to the bed and lay down beside her. She didn’t hesitate to pull me into her arms and push my head into the crook of her neck.
“Anyways, what were you philosophising about when I got here.” She stroked my hair, “Did you find the meaning of life in the pattern of the tree bark?”
I snorted, “If only it were that simple.” I sighed, “I was thinking about how much I hate the quiet.” I began to play with the tassels on her shirt.
She laughed, “You want to swap with me? I can’t even sleep sometimes cause all I hear is cars going past and sirens.” She groaned, “Whoever decided to put the police, ambulance and fire station so close together seriously needs to reevaluate their career. I feel like I’m in a detective show.” She shifted me from the crook of her neck to her elbows and turned on her side to face me, “I can’t even watch horror movies at home anymore.”
I laughed and turned on my side, “Didn’t your parents visit the place before they signed the lease?” The more I looked at her eyes, the softer they appeared, “I wish I lived in an area where people actually interacted instead of acting out a ghost town.”
“I don’t think I’d want to interact with my neighbours. Too much effort.” She shrugged.
“It’d be nice.”
“Oh just **** already!” my brother stood at the open doorway with a smirk on his face. His thirteenth birthday had brought out a new version of him. A version that thought it owned the place and never knew when to shut up.
“Ian!” He had already run to his room across the hall and slammed the door shut by the time I got out of bed. I banged on his door, “That’s vile. Don’t say **** like that.”
“Yeah yeah! We all know you’re gay! Don’t even bother denying it.” He called from inside.
I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my room. I froze at the sight of Irene sitting up on my bed, glaring at the carpet.
“Riri, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” I knelt down beside her, “I just don’t want my 13-year-old brother going around talking about people fucking, especially us.”
She scoffed, “What if you had a boy lying in bed with you, would you be that angry if he made a comment like that then?”
“That’s irrelevant. I’d never let a boy into my bed. Gross!”
“Do you ever take anything seriously?” she snarled, “You know all it takes for a man and a woman to be madly in love is to just look at each other for a few seconds? Because it’s just more natural?”
I sighed, “There’s nothing natural or unnatural about it. Some girls date boys and some date girls.” I swallowed, “It’s not as common but I don’t think it’s unnatural.”
“So, you don’t have a problem with me dating another girl?” Despite the anger in her voice, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears.
My heart clenched, “You’re my best friend. I want you to be happy.”
She laughed, “Every time I kiss a girl in front of you, you flinch. Whenever I try to get you to meet a new girlfriend, you find an excuse not to come.” She held her palm out in a stop gesture, “And don’t say it’s because you don’t like PDA. I’ve seen you around other couples. Straight couples. They could have s*x right in front of you and all you’d say is “Get a room”. I don’t understand why you can’t do the same with me.”
“You’re being paranoid, I have no problem with you dating women.”
“Don’t lie to me Lakshmi! If we hadn’t practically grown up together, you would never have been this comfortable with me.” She held up a hand, “Just because you wouldn’t say anything, doesn’t mean I can’t see it.”
“Sweetheart!” my mother rushed into the room and embraced Irene, “What happened?” When she turned to face me, her expression changed from sympathetic to suspicious.
“I’m going to go home.” Irene stepped out of my mum’s arms and walked out of the door, shouldering me in the process.
My mother folded her arms, “What happened?”
“I didn’t do anything!” I stomped out of the room and towards the bathroom, sighing when I heard my mother’s quick steps behind me.
“That’s what you always say.”
I slammed the bathroom door shut.
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Yeti in the Basement
Yeti in the Basement
by Dolores
Mom and Dad brought home the monster in early September. They’d left earlier that day talking about a tip they’d received a while ago. A few hours later, the van had pulled into the garage and Mom had come upstairs to tell me to stay in my room and not look out the window. I’d done as I was told, but I could still hear them pushing something heavy and loud through the garage-basement door. They never said it was a monster, but I heard Mom tell Dad that the neighbors would freak out if they saw the ‘specimen’, so it had to be.
They’d brought home plants and animals and stuff before, but this was the first time it was something alive. They were really excited. Dad had said that it would make them rich and famous and that they’d be the first ones to prove it existed.
“Remember, Lolo, do not go into the basement for any reason,” Mom had said. I’d known the rules about the basement, but this time, she’d sounded really, extra serious. Maybe even a little scared. “No matter what you hear, don’t even open the door. Understand?”
The basement doors all had keypad locks on them, so I didn’t know why Mom was worried. But I’d promised not to go near the door.
That was months ago. Like Mom said, they are muffled noises coming from the basement door: zaps and hums from all the machines they bring down there and roars from the monster. The basement’s soundproofed, but I can still hear it when I’m in the kitchen. It’s scary and sometimes I feel sad for whatever’s down there, but Mom and Dad told me that they’re being as nice as possible to the monster and their work will help a lot of people. So I guess it’s okay, even if the roars sound like crying sometimes. It’ll all be worth it in the end.
They’ve both been working so hard on the specimen, that I don’t see them a lot. When I do see them, they’re a little grouchy. While I’m eating lunch in the kitchen, Dad stomps up the stairs and out of the basement, slamming the door behind him. He looks angry, so I guess whatever experiments he’s running didn’t work. He doesn’t even look at me as he goes to the fridge for a beer.
When he notices me, he asks, “Dolores, where’s your mother? Did she go to the store?”
“I think she went to get more equipment,” I say. I don’t actually know where she went, but their lab in the city is the only place they’ve gone in weeks.
Dad grumbles and sits down to drink. He doesn’t ask me how school’s going or why I has bruises on my arm or anything, they can get a little serious when they’re working, but for a while now they’ve been a little mean. I’m afraid to talk to him, but I try anyway.
“How are the experiments going, Daddy?”
His eyes narrow and he makes a sound like a growl. “Why do you want to know? Have you been spying on us?” His voice starts getting louder and he stands up.
“No, I was just curious,” I say quickly. “I wasn’t spying, I swear.”
“Good! Just stay out of this! Understand?” Dad storms down to the basement. I can hear him through the open door a little. “What are you laughing at? How about I get some of the big toys? Maybe you’ll think that’s funny, too!” He runs back upstairs, gets his coat, and heads for the door. “Your mom and I will be back late,” he says before leaving.
I should be sad that my parents spend so much time gone, but I’m actually relieved. They’ve been jerks for months now, everyone’s been. I was so happy to start third grade, but most of my classmates are bullies and I’ve got the bruises and stolen homework to prove it. Mrs. Buchannon’s no help, she either ignores us or is just as awful. The neighbor kids throw rocks and their parents threaten to call the police on me just for walking by their houses, so going for a walk is out. It’s gross outside anyway, it’s freezing cold, the sky’s solid gray like it’s trying to rain, the plants are all dying, and there’s roadkill everywhere. It’s like the whole world just decided to be trash all at once. I keep telling myself that it’ll all be worth it when my parents’ discovery makes us rich, but I’m not sure that I believe it anymore.
“This sucks. What is going on with people?” I mutter to myself. I don’t let myself cry, but I kind of want to. “I wish at least one person could stop acting like crap and just be a human being.”
“Dolores?” a soft voice whispers. It’s so quiet, I’m surprised I can hear it, but it feels like it’s right in my ear. “Dolores? Do you want to come down here?” Suddenly, I realize that Dad never closed the basement door. “It’s okay, Dolores. You don’t have to answer now. The code for the keypad is 559345 in case you change your mind later.”
I don’t answer or close the door, I just run upstairs and lock myself in my room. How did it know my name? It probably overheard Dad when he was in the kitchen, I tell myself. But the door wasn’t open then. Had my parents just said it while they were down there? That was probably it. The rational explanation calmed me down a little. Even if it does know my name, it’s probably locked in a cage so it can’t hurt me.
“So I guess I can go down there. For a bit.” The idea gives me chills. I’ve never had a chance to see their lab before and after them being pubes for so long, breaking their number one rule would be pretty sweet.
“Just a little peek,” I say as I go back to the kitchen. I’m whispering and tiptoeing as if there’s anyone to catch me. It makes everything feel more fun, like sneaking down for a late-night snack and hoping Mom and Dad don’t hear me.
I hold my breath as I open the basement door further and creep down the steps. The walls and ceiling are covered with metal and those zigzaggy tiles that Freddy’s dad has in his recording studio. There are hazmat suits and gas masks hanging on the stairway wall. The basement itself is full of machines that I can’t even guess the purpose of hooked up to the walls or to large computers. There are beakers full of foul smelling chemicals and a fridge cabinet with even more. Papers and folders are thrown around everywhere. All the grief they used to give me about keeping my room clean and they work in a pigsty. Then I hear the whispering again.
“That didn’t take very long, naughty girl. What would your parents think of you being here?” Uh oh. If the monster decides to tattle on me, Mom and Dad will kill me. But then the creature laughed, not a mean or sinister laugh, a friendly one. “Don’t worry, Lolo, I won’t tell. There’s nothing wrong with a little rule-breaking now and then, right? Now come closer and let me see you.”
I’m scared, but I came this far. Behind a row of the large computers is a big glass tube hooked up to a buzzing antenna. At first, I think the monster in the tube is just a blob of flesh, but when it shuffles around to see me, I can see that it’s human-shaped. Its head and the entire back of it are almost skeletal, with bones visible under tight skin and patchy white fur. But its neck, chest, stomach, and even the front-facing side of its bony limbs hang down in jelly-like droops like in those weight loss shows Mom likes. It lowers its ape-like face to me and stretches its mostly lipless mouth into a smile.
“Hello, Dolores.” Its mouth barely moves but I can hear it perfectly.
“Hi, Mr. Monster,” I say as bravely as I can. I’m not sure what else to say so I just ask the question that’s been on my mind. “What are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“What do you think I am?” it asks, cocking its head. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Your parents found me near the mountains and captured me while I was sleeping. I was too weak in the summer to fight them off and they’ve used that to keep me weak ever since.” It points to the antenna, giving off a heat haze as it buzzes noisily. “Any ideas?”
I think for a minute. A large, white furred mountain creature that doesn’t like heat and was already well-known? Then it hits me. “You’re a Yeti! You were hibernating in the summer just like bears hibernate in the winter! Am I right?” The monster smiles. “Everyone thinks you’re a myth. No wonder Mom and Dad were so excited to find you.” The Yeti fidgets and his gray eyes narrow. Of course, they didn’t just find him, they kidnapped him and have been holding him here for months. “I’m sure they’ll let you go once they finish their tests and prove you exist.”
“Sweet Dolores,” the Yeti says softly. “Your parents are trying to vivisect me. They’ve tried scanning me with every machine they have and they haven’t found what they’re after. Now they’re starving me hoping that my body will become fragile enough for them to cut open.” Vivisect is starting to sound like a bad thing.
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Yeti,” I say as nicely as I can. What else do you say to someone your parents are torturing? “Everyone’s been acting like monsters lately, but I didn’t think they’d hurt another person.”
The Yeti smiles again. “You still see me as a person? You’re such a good girl, Dolores. You don’t deserve the way your parents treat you any more than I do. And please, call me Nick.”
After being ignored and snapped at for so long, it feels nice to hear that. “You’re a good person, too, Nick. And you shouldn’t be locked up here.”
I try and fail to open the tube or shut down the antenna, and after that, I promise to visit him whenever I can until I can set him free. With Mom and Dad out of the house a lot and Nick’s sharp ears and nose to tell me when they were coming back, I have plenty of chances. Mrs. Buchannon lets us out early a lot and doesn’t show up almost as much, so school’s not much of an issue, either. My parents sometimes leave money for pizza or takeout, but sometimes I go to the store to buy the sweets Nick likes.
“You went to the store today? I thought it was too dangerous to go outside,” the Yeti says as I open the little hatch at the base of the tube and slide a cookie in.
“I’ll be fine. The neighbor kids have pretty bad aim,” I say, hiding a new bruise on my arm. “And it’s nothing compared to being stuck in a tube for months. I can handle a few bullies.”
And I do. I start riding my bike faster and dodging rocks better and, if I get cornered by older kids who want what’s in my shopping bag, hitting and biting harder, too. It doesn’t always work; I still get hit or have my groceries stolen sometimes. But each time, I do a little better and I feel a little prouder. I feel like I found a part of me that’s been missing for months. I didn’t realize that the weird gloominess was affecting me, too, but now I feel like a fog is lifting.
And it’s not just my fog, either.
“Mrs. Buchannon actually assigned some homework today,” I tell Nick after the first full day of school I’ve had in a while. “And one of the bullies on the way home told his friend that I wasn’t worth it. That’s what jerks say when they want an excuse not to be jerks. It’s like people are getting back to normal.”
“Goodness is contagious, Dolores,” Nick says happily. “The braver and kinder you are, even when it’s hard, the easier it will be for you and everyone else to do.” He’s gotten a lot better in the week and a half we’ve known each other. He can stand up a little straighter, his fur is starting to grow, and his rolls are filling out.
The world outside the basement seems a little brighter, too. The sky’s still gray and the trees are still bare, but something about it seems less scary and creepy. Maybe it’s the neighbors being a bit nicer or maybe it’s just that missing piece thatI’d found.
Unfortunately, Mom and Dad’s gloominess seems to still be in place. They barely talk to me and spend all of their time at the lab downstairs or the one in the city. They’re still crabby and they haven’t given up on chopping up Nick.
“Are we sure the scrambler’s working?” I overhear Dad say one night. He and Mom are in the living room, too focused on their work to notice me on the stairs. “He’s getting stronger.”
“I can see that,” Mom snaps. “If he breaks out, he’ll kill us. But if we just knock him out and release him in the mountains, maybe he won’t remember the way back. He’ll go back to his life–”
“And our funding and credibility goes down the drain. We need to get something out of this. I say we take him to the main lab. Even if they can’t break him, at least we’ll still get the credit for finding him so this’ll all have been worth something.”
After a minute, Mom agrees. “Maybe we can even find a way to let him escape. He’ll kill all the other scientists while we sneak out the back. Then we’ll definitely get all the credit.”
They start laughing like supervillains, sending chills up my spine. They’re talking about tricking Nick into murdering people like it’s a game they’re winning. I go back up to my room and start planning. I need to get Nick out of here before they do.
By the next day, the only idea I can think of is to just get an ax from the garage and cut the antenna’s cable. The cable’s bolted to the wall and I don’t think I can break the tube or the antenna with the ax, so cutting it’s my best shot. Then he’ll be strong enough to break out on his own and I can replace the broken cable with an unbroken one from the storage closet, so Mom and Dad won’t know I did anything.
When it’s time for me to go to school, I sneak back into the garage to swipe the ax, then I wait by the basement back door for Mom and Dad to leave. But the front door doesn’t open and the cars never start. I’d gotten so used to my parents leaving every day, I didn’t think that they’d stick around. I wait for almost a half-hour before I hear something in the garage. I peek in through the garage window and see Mom and Dad doing something in the back of the van. There are large gas tubes by the basement door.
They’re going to bring Nick to the main lab today! If he’s asleep then breaking the cable won’t matter. I have to hurry!
My nerves start jangling as I punch in the code for the basement back door. If I do this, there’s no way that I’d get away with it. Mom and Dad will be furious and I don’t know what they’ll do to me. I hesitate, but then I remember what Nick told me. Being brave and kind even when it was hard made the world a little better. I just need to be really brave.
“I can do this. I’m coming, Nick!”
I burst through the door just as Mom and Dad come in through the garage. I go straight for the cable and swing the ax. Either the cable’s too tough, the ax is too blunt, or I’m too weak because the first hit isn’t enough. Mom and Dad drop the tubes and run for me.
“Dolores, what the hell are you doing?”
“Put that ax down and step away!”
“No, you get away!” I shout, brandishing the ax. I don’t know if I’d be able to actually use it on my own parents, but I had to keep them away. “I’m helping Nick get out of here! And you can’t stop me!”
“Nick? Dolores, this thing is–” Mom pauses and realizes something. “You’ve been feeding him, haven’t you?”
“Dolores, this creature is tricking you,” Dad says, inching closer. “He’s manipulating your mind. The scrambler stops him but not at close range. Whatever he told you, he’s just trying to get out.”
“And once he gets out, he’ll hurt you and everyone else,” Mom adds, also tiptoeing forward. “Sweetheart, trust us. We’re your parents.”
Could they be right? They seemed to think that he’d kill the other scientists and there are many stories of Yetis becoming very violent. But Mom and Dad were willing to kill people, too. So which one do I trust? I look at Nick, but he doesn’t say anything. He just looks back at me and waits for me to make a decision. As Mom and Dad lunge, I make it.
Again I swing the ax and again the cable doesn’t break. Mom grabs me around the waist and Dad wrestles the ax from my hands. I failed. I tried to do the right thing and I failed. Now they’re going to take Nick to the lab and starve him all over again until they can kill him.
“Dolores, I know it doesn’t seem like it, but this is for everyone’s good!” Mom shouts as I try to get free.
“‘Everyone’s good’? How nice of you!” Nick booms, louder than I’d ever heard him. We all stop struggling and look at his tube and the rapidly growing Yeti inside. “And I thought you were just interested in your own good. I’ll have to update my list.”
Nick’s flabby body quickly fills with muscle, but mostly fat. His bony ape-like face plumps out to a warm, friendly, bearded human appearance. He shoves out his arms and the glass tube shatters in a burst of frigid wind. Mom covers me with her body as frosted shards of glass rain down.
I hear Nick’s footsteps as he makes his way over to one of the cabinets, but I barely notice. Those missing pieces that I’ve been rediscovering suddenly come back in full force. They feel like gingerbread and peppermint and snowmen. I can feel wrapping paper tearing in my hands and see evergreen trees filled with lights and hear hoofbeats landing in the snow. I don’t think I forgot any of this, really, I just couldn’t…feel it. But now it’s all back and when I pull myself away from Mom, I can completely see who’s pulling on the big red coat from inside the cabinet.
“Santa?”
Nick looks at me with a twinkle in his eye. Mom steps in front of me and Dad holds up the ax, but Santa Claus just smiles and holds out his hand. He squeezes his fist like he’s crushing a can and then something cracks loudly behind us. We turn and see the antenna lying broken and frosted on the ground.
“Kindness, bravery, and the faith that it will all be worth it in the end,” Santa says. “That’s what I give to the world and that’s what I receive in return. Especially at this time of year. But that scrambler stopped it from reaching me.” He takes a deep breath like a man who almost drowned and his body and beard fill out even more. The twinkle in his eye grew as he looked directly at me. “But you, my sweet Lolo, were willing to stand up to your parents to do what you knew was right. You have my thanks.” Then his eyes and voice turn icy as he turns his gaze to Mom and Dad. “You two will have my boot in your—”
“Santa, wait!” I shout. My parents cringe back a bit, but still try to put themselves in between me and him. “Please, don’t hurt my parents. It wasn’t their fault. The scrambler stopped them from feeling your kindness and stuff. You said so yourself.”
“They set the scrambler up, dear,” Santa says gently. “And someone has to pay for the three months I spent in that tube. You think I want to explain to Mrs. Claus how I disappeared on our vacation?”
“It wasn’t personal,” Dad rasps, clenching the ax so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. “We got a tip about the resort, but we didn’t know it’d be you until—” Dad’s words catch in his throat and nothing but white frost comes out of his mouth.
“I’ll be having a talk with Krampus about his pranks, believe me,” Santa says sternly. “As for the two of you… I suppose I can’t leave your little girl orphaned. She doesn’t deserve that.” He scratches his beard for a second. Then he gets another twinkle in his eye, a darker one. “How do you two feel about working off your debt?”
That was a week ago. Christmas break starts tomorrow and Nick (he still wants me to call him that) says I can stay at the mountain resort he and Mrs. Claus go to every summer until school starts again. Mrs. Buchannon tried to make this week as fun and educational as possible to make up for the last few months, but I think a few weeks off will do everyone some good.
I see a few scant decorations on my way home as people suddenly start caring about Christmas again. I can smell gingerbread and hear a few Christmas songs and just feel the holiday spirit in the air. I think by New Years, everything will be back to normal.
When I get home, Miss Judy, the elf Nick sends over some days, has made me some cookies to eat as we wait for Santa to come pick me up for the resort.
“Do you think Mr. Nick would let me visit the North Pole?” I ask Miss Judy. I’m careful not to mention Dad, since I’m sure she and all the other elves are still mad at him, but she sees through me.
“Don’t worry about your father, dear,” she says with just a hint of wickedness. “The other elves will be sure he has plenty of work to do in the factory. Ah, here comes your mother and Mr. Claus now.”
In a flurry of snow, a sleigh towed by a team of reindeer lands in my backyard. I’m not sure which one is Mom, so I say hi to all of them as I run to Nick for a hug.
“I know Christmas without your parents will be a little rough, Lolo,” Nick says as we take off. One of the reindeer moos irritably but doesn’t break ranks. “But don’t worry. Mrs. Claus will be at the resort if you need anything and I’ll swing by on Christmas. And maybe your parents, too, if they’ve worked hard enough.”
“I’m not worried, Nick,” I say, trying to be brave. It’s a little scary and I know Mom and Dad have a lot of hard work to do making up for the next few Christmases they almost ruined, but I know it’ll be worth it in the end.
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the cure to everything is going for a walk
#if you start to feel a little too angsty hit da brickz#anyways i had a GREAT walk only abt 45 minutes but it was nice and warm and the air smelled like smoke and people cooking#sometimes i’d walk by a house with an open window and hear people laughing#came home around 8:30pm :-)#saw a bunch of kids playing basketball and walked past the same guy TWICE ... kindred spirit who also enjoys a good walk i assume
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so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.
Bully!eren x reader
Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.
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The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing.
You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate”
You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?”
He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.
“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m’taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study”
“Study?”
Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy”
Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”
Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.
You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!”
You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?”
“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it”
You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before.
Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here.
The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea.
You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you.
You gape, “What…”
“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?”
He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library”
He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.”
Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine”
You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course.
Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…
You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him.
“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this.
Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips.
When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby”
You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you.
Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.”
One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything”
And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him.
“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck.
“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd”
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Slytherin!Muggleborn X Draco Extensive Dating Headcanons
requested by the ever lovely @mimsyisgianna
A/n: Hi, this is super long and I’m in love with it.
oh this is going to be fun
As a muggle born you have absolutely no idea what’s going on
But you guess magic is cool? And your parents said that you don’t have to stay at Hogwarts if you’d rather a muggle school and forget all of the magic stuff
Which quells your anxiety a bit
Then there’s this asshole
Draco Lucius Malfoy: arrogant asshole extraordinaire, even as an eleven year old
You’re over his entire personality in about 0.2 seconds and you haven’t even talked to him yet
So maybe this magic thing wasn’t for you, because good god these purebloods are awful
Then you’re in the same House as Draco and you really just want to go home, but you decide you can try it for a semester and you shouldn’t let some prissy rich boy ruin your fun
Because, well magic is a lot of fun--and you’re pretty good at it
There are a few other half-bloods and muggle born in Slytherin, not many, but enough that you don’t feel alone
And maybe you become best friends with a muggle born hufflepuff who lives up the road from you back home
Draco, on the other hand, has made it his personal mission to make sure that you know you don’t belong at Hogwarts and you definitely don’t belong in Slytherin
he tells you as much. in so many words. in front of the entire great hall
You’re not hurt, you’re livid
“You know what you’re right!” You snap back, “I’d rather be anywhere but here with your vain racist arrogant ass!”
The entire Hall goes quiet and Snape breaks the two of you up
Now you both have detention together on Saturday
Draco yells something about his father hearing about this and you roll your eyes and go back to your dorm, dinner forgotten
Detention with Snape could be worse. All you’re doing it organizing potions ingredients onto the shelves
“That doesn’t go there,” You point to the misplaced vial of newt. “Yes it does,” Draco snaps, “Don’t tell me what to do little mudblood,”
“Don’t call me mudblood, asshole. Newt goes over there,” You point to a different shelf. “With the rest of the reptile related ingredients,”
You and Draco stare each other down, both convinced you’re right. You scoff and go back to your own ingredients letting him be wrong. It didn’t matter to you.
Draco would never admit that you were right. But you were.
You smirk at him when Snape points out the mistake
Since you’re Slytherin, it’s unavoidable that sometimes Draco is your partner in class
You mostly ignore him and try to focus on the professor, but sometimes he gets under your skin and you just want to deck him in his perfect face
“That’s not how...” “Good lord Draco how are you still alive...” Draco that’s not what the professor said...” “What in the world are you doing?” “I don’t think that’s how...” “He said 1354CE not 1435CE,”
“I don’t need a mudblood telling me what to do,” He always snaps.
“What about a Slytherin?” You fire back. He never has an answer to that.
It’s the end of first year and late one night after exams and you’re alone in the Common Room, staring at the murky lake water outside the stained glass, well almost alone.
You’re so lost in thought that you don’t hear him the first time he speaks to you
“Oi, Y/n,” He calls. It was the first time he ever used your name. It caught your attention.
“I’m not really in the mood,” You hug your knees barely glancing at him. “I’m sure Hermione is somewhere in a library if you want a mudblood to taunt.”
“I’m here as a Slytherin actually,” He leans against the wall adjacent to the window seat. “How were exams?”
You shrug. “Fine. I guess.” Sighing you rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes. “Mom thinks I should go back home... go to a normal--muggle,” You mend, “school, and give up all this magic stuff,”
“What?” He demands. “Why would you do something so... so stupid?”
This time you do look at him, confused. Sure, he had called you a lot of things and mocked you more times than you could count but they had always been about your blood status, never about you inkling to leave this magical world.
“It’s not stupid!” You argue back. “How--all year you’ve given me hell for not belonging and now that I might actually want to go, you’re telling me no!?”
You don’t let him say a word, instead you rush down the hall and to your room, slamming the door shut and locking the door, confusing your roommate, but she sees the tears in your eyes and decides not to question it.
Draco sort of hates himself for making you cry, but he can’t quite figure out why. He can’t figure out why the thought of you leaving for good bothered him so much. His friends couldn’t figure out why he cared so much. And neither could he.
You’re not at the End Of Year feast, nor on the train back to King’s Cross, and Draco gets really worried that you have left for good.
The more he thinks about it over the summer, the more he thinks that you weren’t so bad for a mudblood. And maybe sometimes you were actually brilliant. And maybe you’re the only one who can see right through him and yet you still help him when you can even though he’s stubborn about it. And maybe you did belong in the Wizarding world with him.
But he had to go and screw all of that up.
He does a double take when he sees you September 1st with a few other Slytherins on the Hogwarts Express.
“You came back,” He blurts out. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Malfoy,” You grin at him.
You still snap at each other but now it’s more of an inside joke rather than malicious. It’s a game that you both like playing.
“Happy now Y/l/n,” Draco grumbles after you correct him in front of the entire class. “Ever so more, now that you’re put off Malfoy,” You laugh.
Boy does Draco freak out when he hears that mudb-muggle borns are the target when the chamber of secrets is opened
Now he’s constantly worried about you and still doesn’t know why. He chalks it up to “you’re a slytherin and slytherins take care of their own,”
Not that he cares about any other slytherin muggle born, just you
Not that he admits that to himself either
So maybe he stalks you a bit in second year. You notice but shrug it off. Draco’s weird, that wasn’t new info to you.
This year you go to Quidditch games, one because Draco mentioned he was the new Seeker, and two... well, why not?
You go to one, then swear them off. Good lord they’re dangerous and give you unnecessary anxiety. Especially the amount of times people get hurt. Magic or not, you didn’t want to watch that.
After the first match that Draco sees you there, he always looks for you in the crowd again, but never sees you. It throws off his focus more than he cared to admit
he liked showing off to you okay?
He finds you in the common room after one victory, enjoying the party with your friends. You wave at him and after a while congratulate him on catching the snitch. It’s blushing and awkward but then Pansy comes and draws Draco’s attention and you can barely get out goodbye
The fact that you’re a muggleborn hardly bothers him anymore. You’re just... you.
After one particularly aggravating quidditch match you find him afterwards, sulking in the library.
“Draco?” You ask, confusion in your voice.
“Go away,” He grumbles, more or less hiding behind his book.
“I heard about what happened today...”
“And you’ve come to mock me, brilliant,”
“No,” you offer a smile. “Though the thought is appealing... I was wondering if you were okay,”
“I’m fine,” He snaps, taken aback that you came to check on him. No one did that. Ever.
The summer still gives him anxiety because there’s always the possibility that you won’t come back to Hogwarts the next year. And Draco can’t have that
But his fears are put to rest when your in his train compartment that next year (you have the same friends after all--and Slytherins stick together)
You notice that Draco’s wearing his hair a bit different this year and maybe he’s a bit taller...
and you have no idea what feeling is in your chest because of it. was it nervousness? No... was different... but what was it?
You shrug mentally and the game is on again with Draco.
“I was going to insult you but it seems like you’re doing just fine on your own,” You grin and Draco is livid. And it makes you laugh. He’s just so cute when he’s mad.
“I can see that you’re failing at attempting to mock me Y/l/n,” Draco smirks. “Oh you’re completely right,” You smile innocently, and Draco’s eyes widen because did you just say he was right?. “I’m not attempting, I’m succeeding at mocking you.” You giggle and make a face at him before heading down the hall with your friends.
and maybe Draco’s heart skips a beat
Animosity between the Gryffindors and Slytherin is real and even though you’re a muggle born the self righteous golden children don’t seem to care
Hi Dracos protective of you
“You don’t have to defend me. I’m just fine on my own,” you huff one day after class. “Slytherin take care of their own,” Draco shrugs and walks off.
Did Draco just call you a Slytherin genuinely? Did he just call you one of his own?? What the f—
Okay but Buckbeak terrifies you?? Like sure horses you could do but this??
Draco laughs at your apprehension before he realizes what you really are terrified and ducking behind him and the other Slytherin.
Hagrid picks you to come forward and greet Buckbeak and you can’t seem to get out the words “no thank you”
Draco, being over dramatic and now protective goes forward instead (you know the scene) and despite your fear of Buckbeak you’re scolding Draco that he’s going to get hurt if he doesn’t do it properly
Then he does get hurt
“It’s killed me!” He cries and you have to laugh, crouching down beside him.
“You’re fine drama queen,” you help him up and take him to Pomfrey. “Thanks,” you whisper as his arm is getting wrapped.
“Sure, I save you from a bloody chicken and all I get is a thanks?” He grumbles.
You rest your hand on his and your eyes meet.
“Thank you,” you say softly and boy does Draco melt on the spot
He still scoffs and plays it off. “Whatever,”
The same thing happens again with the boggarts but this time the roles are switched. Draco is terrified to go up but you’re pretty brave and reckless for a Slytherin
But holy heck does this backfire
Because your Boggart is Draco...
“You don’t belong here and you never will! You filthy little mudblood! Just go home and don’t come back! No one wants you here!”
You can’t manage the spell—because honestly you didn’t expect it to be that—and Lupin has to rescue you and you rush out of the room, tears in your eyes and everyone is just staring at Draco.
As you can imagine, things get pretty bad. Draco avoids and ignores you to the best of his ability because he had no idea how scared you were of him... sure maybe a little bit... but to be your greatest fear? It didn’t sit well with him.
And you figure out pretty quick why that was your boggart but you don’t know if you can admit it to anyone.
Until Lupin pulls you aside after class one day to ask if you’re okay and if Malfoy is giving you any trouble about being a muggleborn.
“I can give him detention,” Lupin offers. “Maybe it’ll straighten him out.”
“Stars, no!” You gasp. “Professor, please, Draco’s never...” You can’t exactly say he’s never said that, because he did, in first year. “It’s not for the reason you think, but Draco really... it’s not...” You don’t know how to explain without telling Lupin the entire thing.
“Alright,” Lupin appeases. “But if you have any trouble with anyone, you come to me you understand?”
You nod and leave, accidentally running into Draco in the hall. He barely looks at you before rushing off again.
“Draco, wait!” You call. “Please,”
Apprehensively he pauses and turns to face you. He waits for there to be fear in your eyes, but all he can see is desperation and sadness.
“I thought you were afraid of me,” He meant it as a snarky reply, but it comes out broken.
“No,” You shake your head. Biting your lip you decide to tell him why he’s your boggart. “You’re... you’re the only one I... I trust enough to believe... if you told me I didn’t belong... It only scares me if it comes from you,”
“What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with that!?” He demands.
You shrug, sighing thinking about the same. “I don’t know... I’m sorry Draco,” You turn and walk down the hall.
It’s gone from bad to worse because not the awkward tension between you two is tangible and about every Slytherin is over it. So are most of the other students but they don’t have to live with you two.
Draco barely sleeps at night. He’s just thinking about how he actually said that to you in first year and how you still held onto his words. He never meant for them to hurt you that badly. At least now he didn’t mean it.
Then there was the matter of what you had explained to him. That he was the only one who could hurt you with those words. Because you trust him? Why the hell would you trust him? Why was it him of all people?
Maybe his thoughts shifted to the panic in your eyes the day with Buckbeak, or the smile when you helped him off the ground, or the gentle kindness in your eyes when you thanked him in the infirmary.
Or maybe it was the determination in your eyes when you volunteered yourself to face the boggart so he didn’t have to.
Or maybe it was every taunt and tease that had you both smiling and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Every name calling, every insult.
Maybe it was the day he saw you at King’s Cross, telling him that he couldn’t get rid of you that easily and grinning at him like it was some sort of inside joke.
Or maybe it was the soft apology you gave him for the mess you were in.
You didn’t really talk for the rest of the year, but the tension seemed to ease after Draco’s epiphany that night. You smile at him and he waves to you in the halls... it’s nice. It’s friends.
Draco still thinks that this is finally the year that you don’t come back to Hogwarts and it really does crush him over the summer not being able to ask you or contact you at all. The disconnect between wizard and muggle was very irritating because he just wanted to talk to you.
His fears are again quelled when you’re on the Hogwarts Express. He sits with you this year.
Fourth year means the Durmstrang students are being hosted by the Slytherins and more than one has their eye on you and you just feel creeped out
Hi, Draco is jealous
Now he was your partner in every class, and constantly beside you in the halls, glaring down whichever guy dares to come near you.
Not that you notice. Again, Draco was weird. It wasn’t news to you. Besides he’s cute when he’s grumpy
Until one day you’re irritable and Draco just happens to be the person closest to you when you’re pushed over the limit.
“I don’t need you to protect me okay! I can handle guys just fine on my own thank you! God what is with you Draco!?” You scream at him during study hall and storm off. Against his better judgement, he gets up and follows you.
He finds you in the library leaning against a bookshelf in the back, your eyes closed.
“Go away Malfoy,” You sigh.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Because I know you,” You look over at him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,”
“I’m sorry if I made you feel...” He looks down. “I... You’re...” He turns a slight shade of pink and trails off.
“It’s alright,” You offer a smile. “It’s actually kinda sweet,”
Now you’re both blushing.
You go to the first task together with the rest of the slytherins and Draco can barely watch the task because he’s watching your face light up at the sight of dragons, because your little muggle self has never seen a dragon before and it’s amusing and cute
Then Draco asks you to the Yule Ball for before any of the imbeciles from Durmstrang can in front of the entire Great Hall.
“Malfoy’s got himself a muggleborn girlfriend!” It’s some Gryffindor mocking you
You turn bright red and run off, finding yourself in the Forbidden Forest hiding behind a tree. You’re crying because you’re embarrassed and you’re mad that you’ve even crying, which makes you cry more.
You hear his voice calling your name and you pray to whatever god existed that Draco wouldn’t find you or see you cry.
He does find you.
“Go away Draco,” You beg, hiding your face in your hands.
“Now where have I heard that before?” He teases softly. A silence falls again.
“You never answered me,” His voice is soft and gentle. “Do you want to go to the Ball with me?”
You dare to look at him, confused as hell. He sitting beside you, staring at the grass and tree roots beneath you.
“Do you really mean that? Don’t give me that look. I know you don’t exactly hate my existence, and things are different... but asking me to the ball? I...” Shaking your head you rub your face.
“I can’t blame you for questioning my motives, though a part of me thought... maybe hoped you wouldn’t, but I really do mean it. I know I was an ass to you in the beginning, and sometimes I still am, and I’m sorry for that. I really am trying.” He nervous and rambling and you know it. “But I really do want to take you to the ball, because you’re kind, and sweet, and a brilliant slytherin and an amazing witch-”
He’s cut off because you pulled his tie and pressed your lips to his.
of course it’s awkward and weird because you’re kissing him and... he’s kissing you back?
You pull away, thoroughly confused, and you start to apologize, but he’s not having that, so with a bit more elegance, he pulls you in for another kiss.
This one is softer and slower and it gives you both time to figure out what kissing is now that it’s a thing you’re actually doing.
“Will you please go to the Ball with me?” He asks again, when the perfect kiss is ended. You nod and smiling giving him a “yes,”
“And maybe go out with me?”
You grin. “Whatever you want Malfoy,”
maybe he kisses you again
You to eventually head back inside, hand in hand and all of the Slytherins sigh in relief because finally
You’re a nervous wreck because all you can hear is “Malfoy’s got himself a muggleborn girlfriend,” on repeat and you can’t help but feel wrong
“You’re thinking about it again,” Draco raises an eyebrow at you.
“And you’re not?” You challenge. “It feels... wrong. How could a pureblood, a Malfoy no less, choose a muggleborn, a mudblood,”
“Don’t you ever,” Draco gets dangerous with cold fury. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You hear me?” He’s towering over you, his grey eyes trained on yours. “You are a Slytherin,” He cups your face, his demeanor softening, “You are a brilliant witch. Pureblood or not, you’re mine. You hear me?”
You nod, and he wraps you into a hug, sighing. “I’m so sorry,” He whispers.
Your dress for the Ball is a bit more muggle than wizard, and you’re nervous about what the others in your house will say, but all of the worry goes away when Draco stares at you, turning pink and stumbling over his words
Not that you’re faring much better, because good lord is he gorgeous
It’s awkward and weird to be officially dating, but soon you fall back into your familiar game but now it’s harmless banter and lowkey flirting
Because Draco is protective and jealous of the Durmstrang blokes gaping at you maybe he’s okay with holding you closer than strictly necessary, or kissing you in a way that not completely polite in the company of others.
You roll your eyes at his antics, but allow it because you don’t like the way a few girls are staring at Draco.
Boy is Draco a goner when you get jealous and just as protective. He’s a stammering blushing mess if he can even make a word out at all
At the moment, Draco’s parents don’t know about you--partly for your safety partly because neither you nor Draco are ready for that battle
Draco and you spend free nights acclimating each other with wizard or muggle culture. Some nights are fun and carefree, some not so much...
Draco gives you a very strict rundown of the looming war and the threat of the Dark Lord and how very serious it is and how easily you can (and will) be killed for simply existing under Voldemort’s regime
Maybe once Draco agreed with his father that muggles shouldn’t exist and muggle born wizards were preposterous, but now? How could he look at you, your family, who welcomed him with open arms, and say that? How could anyone believe that?
He says “I love you” first. It’s an accident but you’re studying kne night and your eyes light up—like they always do when you learn something magic related—and it just slips out.
You gawk at him for a bit. Draco turns bright red and stares down at the books in front of you trying to play it off.
“I... I love you too,” you finally get out.
His eyes flash back to yours and your homework is forgotten and you’re in your own little bubble of a world in the epiphany that you love each other
“Of course I love you Draco,” there are tears in your eyes as he pulls you into his arms and now you’re both crying and kissing and mumbling “I love you”s
This summer, now that Voldemort is back, Draco goes about insane thinking about you, sending you owls almost daily to make sure that you were alright as well as hiding you from his parents
Except his mother finds out. Well, more like she knows her son and can see that he’s changed and casually asks “who is she?”
It’s a quiet conversation held behind closed doors and silencing charms. Draco explains who you are to him, and what you mean to him and now Narcissa is on your side, to be your protector from his father and the Dark Lord
I can throw Snape in there too right? Cuz he’s your head house as well as being close to the Malfoy’s and sees how much you mean to Draco. Yeah, sure, why not?
It’s harder for you as a Slytherin because no one outside of your house sees what kind of danger you’re truly in because they don’t want to take the time.
But you’re still fericely protective of the younger Slytherins who still get berated despite being eleven with no choice of a house
You and Draco as prefects?? Hello?? The CUTEST thing because you’re now the honorary parents of Slytherin younger years. And Draco seeing you take care of the first years does something weird and paternal to him. It’s the same for you.
Which means you might go toe to toe with Harry a few times because once after a quitting match when you’re waiting for Draco he says “how can you be with someone like him? You’re a muggle born. He’s a Malfoy, you don’t exactly belong,”
Cue you hexing Harry for saying that. Then Draco coming between you two. You explaining what Harry said and then Draco turns on Harry and then it becomes a muggle brawl and you have to drag Draco away from it before you get in trouble. By the end Harry has clearly got the message that yes you do belong, and no it’s never up for debate again
You both have detention again. But that’s fine, it’s just uninterrupted time you can spend with Draco and get some homework done
You are 100% over Umbridge and her rules. Especially when she gets between you and Draco with her eight inch rule but then again you’re slytherin and she seems to favor your house so she’s not as strict, especially with Draco as her golden boy
You don’t join the Inquisitional Squad, but you still look after your own house as a unofficial prefect as Draco works as part of the squad.
With the news of Draco’s father in jail, you comfort him that night, not leaving his side. He feels so conflicted because on the one hand it’s his father but on the other hand you’re safer with him locked away
Draco loathes that you leave him in the summer to go back home but he agrees it’s safer for you to be back in the muggle world. Until Voldemort starts to attack your muggle world and dementors hover over your town.
Draco writes to you, begging you to come and stay with him where it’s safer and you can use magic to defend yourself but you refuse because you won’t abandon your family
Draco takes the Dark Mark to keep you safe and to keep his facade up.
But he doesn’t tell you. Not for a long while. You know something is up because Draco looks like the embodiment of death but he won’t tell you why.
“Draco,” you confront him one night as you sit and watch the stars. “Please?” You don’t even have to ask the explicit question. There are tears in your eyes as you plead with him silently.
“I can’t,” he whispers hugging his knees, not daring to meet your eyes.
“Draco it’s me,” you lay a hand on his shoulder. “It’s just me. Whatever it is... I’ll always love you,”
“How can you... how can you love me when I became the one thing who’s truly meant to hate you?”
Your eyebrows furrow as you cup his face softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Do you love me?” Then mend. “Forget what you are... or what I am... or what should be. Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me,”
“I... I love you,” he gasps out, pulling you close. “Merlin of course I love you,” he’s sobbing into your arms and you hold him, letting him cry in peace and comfort.
You two sit in the quiet for a while, both lost in aimless thought.
“I’m sorry,” he finally says pulling away from you. “I’m so sorry,” he tugs up his shirt sleeve and you see the Dark Mark etched into his skin
“Draco,” your eyebrows furrow, your hand running over the mark. “Are you okay?”
“Why is that your first thought?” He laughs hopelessly, cupping your face delicately. “You never cease to amaze me,”
“Now what?” You ask softly after some time in silence. “What does it mean?”
“I don’t think anyone knows,” he admits. “It all became so complicated,”
You chuckle. “Oh the days when our biggest problem was my blood status,” you rest your head on his shoulder, tucked into his arms.
“I mean that’s still a relevant problem,” Draco points out, pulling you in tighter. “I don’t want to lose you. Not because of some stupid notion that pure bloods are better than muggle born,”
You smile at that and close your eyes, relaxing in his arms. “Did it hurt?” You asked after a while. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” there’s still pain in his voice.
You’ve become more protective of Draco now and he of you. It might go back to the core that Slytherins look out for their own, or maybe it was because your to loved another. All of the Slytherins seem to stick together lately.
In an attempt to protect Draco, Harry’s sectumsempra hits you instead
And stars above Draco would have killed Harry if he wasn’t so focused on keeping you alive until Snape arrived
Draco has the dark mark and you had dark magic scars all over your skin. That was a hard one to explain to your parents
If anything your scars make you more confident and self assured because they show the true nature of the precious “chosen one” and you’re not keen on letting Harry forget it from tank tops to shorts and skirts, you boldly show off your scars
Of course Draco takes his sweet and gentle time praising and adoring all of your scars. It leaves the ghost of his lips on your skin for days on end until he does it again
In all honesty you and Draco are a force to be reckoned with, both scarred by a war that hasn’t truly begun.
You’re beside Draco when he’s face to face with a dying Dumbledore. You’re gripping his other hand, a snarled look on your face because you saw his manipulative nature for what it was
Though you couldn’t bare to think of killing another, you didn’t stop Snape from doing the final action
You and Draco fled with the rest of the Death Eaters, both running into the Forbidden Forest before apparating away.
You share a desperate kiss at the Manor behind his locked bedroom door before you have to apparate back home, safe from Voldemort and his other Death Eaters
Now that both you and Draco can apparate legally, you have rendezvous points that you meet during the summer for a few hours a week. Sometimes it’s sunny afternoons in the countryside, sometimes it’s desperate nights in lavish hotels, sometimes it’s lazy mornings in comfortable beds
Seventh Year is hellish. On the one hand it’s great for the Slytherins, on the other hand it’s terrible for muggle borns. You escape a lot of the torture because of being with Draco but you can barely stomach watching it happen to others... especially first years.
“This is wrong Dray,” you whisper one night. “I... I can’t keep pretending like it’s okay. They’re just kids,” there are tears in your eyes.
It’s the first night that the room of requirement opens its doors to you letting you in on the renegade camp. Almost everyone is baffled to see you there.
“So...” Neville starts. “Yeah,” you nod looking around at all of the battered and bruised faces. Your heart breaks a little more.
You use whatever magic and muggle skills you have to help the younger years get patched up and feel safe again, soon becoming a co-leader along side Neville and Ginny.
The fact that you’re a Slytherin gets left at the door.
In fact after a while the room itself gets rid of all of the house banners and just becomes a communal space
You tell Draco where you are and what’s going on but despite how hard he tries, he can’t get into the room
Until one night, the night after Luna is kidnapped and he’s made to torture her, does he become desperate enough that the room opens for him and offers him a safe haven from the war as well
Boy was everyone shocked to see Draco stumble through the doors on the verge of tears.
Wordlessly you stand and go to him, wrapping him into a hug and pulling him to your cot, again letting him break down in peace and comfort
Soon more and more Slytherins start to trickle into the renegade room.
You move your parents far away from England and London while the war is happening with help from Narcissa and Draco
The day comes and the battle of Hogwarts arrives and the Slytherins stand with Hogwarts, knowing that family doesn’t start or end with blood.
You and Draco lead the Slytherins into battle against the Death Eaters with a furious vengeance
No one budged when Voldemort offered to reconcile after Harry was pronounced dead. You and Draco shared one last loving look and prepared to face death together
But then Voldemort is gone
You almost collapse in relief into Draco’s arms and he sinks to the floor unsure of the world himself.
Many lives are lost and many are wounded. You both go around healing and helping where you can, never far from the other
You break down crying when you see Lupin dead before you and Draco holds you tightly shedding a few tears of his own
You and Draco are both acquitted in the trials because most of Hogwarts comes to your defense in testamonies.
Your story makes headlines a few years later....
“Pureblood Ex-Death Eater Malfoy Proposes to Rebel Muggleborn Sweetheart”
It’s not happily ever after just yet, but maybe it’s a step in the right direction
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Baby Talk - Part II
Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)
Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)
Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)
Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)
You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.
Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.
Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.
Up and down and up and down.
But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.
It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.
So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.
It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.
Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.
Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.
You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.
Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?
Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...
But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?
FLASH.
BANG.
You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.
Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.
“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.
“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.
“I-I I’m sc-”
FLASH.
BANG.
You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.
‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.
Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.
“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.
“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.
“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.
Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.
Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.
Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.
The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.
Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.
“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.
“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.
“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.
Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.
“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.
“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.
“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.
“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.
“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.
“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.
“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.
“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.
“Okay, yeah!”
Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.
“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.
“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.
“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.
The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.
Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.
You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.
What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.
Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.
Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.
Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.
The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...
“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.
“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.
“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.
“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.
“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.
“Books,” both of them said quickly.
The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.
“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.
Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.
“It’s worth a shot,” he said.
The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.
You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.
“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.
“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.
“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.
Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.
“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.
“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.
“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.
“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.
Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.
They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.
God, they had messed this whole day up.
“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.
“Not including you,” Jimin explained.
“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.
“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.
“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.
“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.
“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.
“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.
“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.
“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.
However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.
“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.
“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.
“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.
You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.
However, you needed to get that under control.
This wasn’t your baby.
And that’s just how it was going to be.
Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.
“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.
Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.
Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.
Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.
You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.
Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.
It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.
Jimin was stunned.
You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.
Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.
“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.
“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.
“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.
“I did, yeah,” you answered.
“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.
Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.
Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.
You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...
Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.
The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.
“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.
“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.
Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.
“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.
“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.
“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.
“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.
“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.
Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.
Then, they held up their wrists.
A sun and a star.
You looked and saw it was all a matching set.
“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.
“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”
“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.
“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.
“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.
“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.
“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.
A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.
“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.
“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.
“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.
Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.
“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.
“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.
“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.
“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.
“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.
“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.
—
The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.
It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.
Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.
“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.
“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.
“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.
“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.
“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.
“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.
“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.
Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.
You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.
You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.
He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.
But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.
Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.
Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.
Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.
He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.
The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.
“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.
“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”
Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.
“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.
But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.
Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.
You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...
You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...
You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.
The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.
You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.
Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.
You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.
“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.
“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.
“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.
Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.
“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.
Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.
“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.
“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.
“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”
“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.
“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.
“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.
“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.
“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.
Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.
And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.
They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.
Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.
With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.
“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.
“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.
“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.
“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.
“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.
“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.
“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.
Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.
Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.
The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.
“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.
“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.
“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.
“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.
“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.
“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.
“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.
Even though the words felt hollow in the air.
“I guess,” Jungkook said.
“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...
--
Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.
It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.
The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.
“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.
Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”
You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.
Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.
Soon, you were all at the clinic.
Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.
You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.
The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.
Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.
“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.
“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.
“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.
“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.
“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.
“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.
Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.
Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.
When no one had any, she proceeded.
“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.
You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.
Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.
The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.
“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.
“What?” Jimin said.
“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”
Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.
You were stunned.
Twins?
The first try?
Wow, you really did win the lottery.
“Oh my God,” Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.
“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.
“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.
“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.
“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.
You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.
“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”
You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.
Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.
“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.
You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.
“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.
“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.
“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.
You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.
Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.
But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...
You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.
Eventually, you were all set.
Except for the zipper on the back.
You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.
“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”
Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.
But the damage had been done.
Both men walked in your room.
Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.
You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.
“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.
“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.
“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.
“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.
Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.
Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...
Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.
“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.
Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.
“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.
“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.
“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.
“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.
“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.
“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.
“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.
“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.
“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”
—
The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.
There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.
It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.
“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.
“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.
Namjoon noticed it first.
The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.
Namjoon’s eyes widened.
This would need to be discussed...
Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.
When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.
“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.
“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.
“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.
“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.
“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.
“Like what?!” Jimin argued.
“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.
“What?” Jungkook coughed.
“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.
“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.
Jungkook broke first.
“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.
“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.
“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.
“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes.
“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.
“I’m not!”
“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.
“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.
“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.
“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.
The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.
While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.
And Jungkook adored it.
He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.
But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.
“What?” Jimin asked.
“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.
Jimin nodded his head.
“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.
Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”
“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”
Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.
“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.
“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.
“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.
Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.
“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.
“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.
“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.
“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.
“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”
“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.
“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.
“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.
“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”
Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.
“What?”
“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.
“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.
“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.
“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.
“Yeah.”
The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.
“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”
“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.
“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.
“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.
“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.
“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.
“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.
“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.
“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.
“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.
“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.
“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.
“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”
“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.
“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.
“I-I want-”
“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.
“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.
“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.
“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.
“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.
“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.
“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.
Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.
You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.
He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...
“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.
You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.
“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.
“You want some water?” Jimin asked.
“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.
“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.
“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.
“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.
“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.
“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.
“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.
“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.
“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.
“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”
“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.
“Y/N-”
“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.
You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.
“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.
“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.
“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.
“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.
“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.
“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.
“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.
You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.
Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.
“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”
Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.
“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.
“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.
“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.
“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.
“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.
Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.
“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.
“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.
“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.
“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.
“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.
“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.
“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.
“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.
“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.
“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.
“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.
“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.
“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.
“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.
“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.
“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.
“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.
“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.
“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.
“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.
“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.
“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.
“Then that’s what we’ll do...”
You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.
Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.
You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.
Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.
Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.
“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.
You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-
No!
No no no no no!
Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.
How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...
But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...
You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...
Hot breaths touching your ears...
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psychic staring effect | yan childe x reader
i wrote this when i was tired and had no idea where the story was going to go. had some trouble translating too >.<
this is sort of like a modern au but only because it involves google and a phone.
warnings: stalking, sayings like ‘someone is behind you.’
psychic staring effect: the psychic staring effect (sometimes called scopaesthesia) is a supposed phenomenon in which humans detect being stared at by extrasensory means.
how to tell if you’re being watched
“This is stupid.” The words laced with annoyance come from your mouth as you glare at the typed in words sitting in Google’s search bar. A sigh of defeat releases and you lean back against the frame of the bed.
That stupid feeling. It’s like your brain is telling you you’re stupid for even thinking such things in the first place, but at the same time is the one alerting you that such things aren't normal. Waking up with an indent on the opposite side of the bed, hearing two sets of feet tap against the pavement as you walk when it should only be one, leaving the shower and seeing hearts on the steamy mirror.
It's been awhile since you visited the Northland Bank, a trip that was only meant to help your friend ask for a loan and to give you reason to leave the house. However, the trip only cemented your commitment to staying home. After that trip, you swear you can see a figure always lurking behind you, though when the chance comes to get a glance at the mystery, the culprit reveals itself to be, well no one.
You feel like an idiot even thinking such things in first place, its obvious: nothing is there. Nothing at all. But it’s a feeling you can’t shake off. Unexplainable things are happening, finding a large bag of mora on your kitchen counter doesn’t just happen, though when searching for the culprit there is nothing but your own shadow behind you only helping to convince you that you’re slowly going insane.
It’s been like this for months. Something you can’t simply shake off.
Though, whether you should convince yourself it’s all a hallucination or that the gut feeling inside you is true, that's a decision for when the time comes. Instead, you choose to set it aside for the night in an attempt to get some much needed rest after a long day.
It’s a reoccurring dream. One that seems to end so fast yet when you wake up hours later it proves to be the contrast.
In the dream you find yourself standing in a bathroom, staring at the loading search screen on the phone below you. A feeling of panic is in your body but you’ve never found what the cause of such a feeling was. Someone is behind you, you know it. But the most you’ve ever seen of him is a single red earring. That’s the only glimpse you can ever get of the mystery man, for when you turn your head to identify the person you find the scenario ending just as fast as it started.
Your eyes open in the same place you were before: the comfort of your own bed.
A sigh comes from your mouth as you roll over, smothering a pillow over your head with a groan. “Dammit!” You yell into the pillow, quickly removing it and throwing it to the side. You lay still, staring at the ceiling above you before reaching your hand out to grasp your phone.
Curiosity always gets the best of you. And it’s evident as you quickly type away at the screen.
who are the people in our dreams
Our mind is not inventing faces – in our dreams, we see real faces of real people that we have seen during our life but may not know or remember.
You’ve lived in Liyue your whole life, never traveled out of the land and practically know everyone in Liyue Harbor like the back of your hand. But, you can’t pinpoint a red earring. You swear you’ve seen it before but no one comes to mind.
“Someone you may not know.” You mutter to yourself, perking an eyebrow at the screen.
That is the most logical explanation, but even something about that irks you. Why would someone so irrelevant like a stranger, be so present in your dreams?
You had met him a few weeks ago. He had claimed to be a toy seller from Sneznhaya, an unusual occupation for a man carrying around a bow and arrow, however you put no question towards it. A kind man he was, always doing lavish things for you, helping you with hard commissions, and letting you ramble upon him. And that's just what you were doing as you find yourself rambling onto him right now.
“Look, it just feels like someone's been watching me, even on the way here I swear I could just feel it,” You state to your friend, Tartaglia, leaning against the counter as he prepares snacks “a-and I swear someone is watching me but whenever I turn there's no one there!”
“You’re probably just imagining things, I’m sure you’re just stressed with everything going on.” He hummed, glancing up from the food he was preparing to raise an eyebrow at your current predicament.
“But that doesn’t explain hearts on the bathroom mirror! Or even a bag of mora on my counter!” You ramble in distress, resting you chin on your hand.
“Maybe your secret admirer is a ghost?” He laughs.
“Tartaglia!” You groan, glancing up with a glare.
“Ok, ok! It’s probably just left from when your niece visited. You’re fine! As for the mora, well maybe you just misplaced it?” He smiles, turning around to grab a bowl.
Your breath tightens at his words. When did Tartaglia get word you had a niece? You've known each other for only a few weeks at most. You last saw her some months ago.
He turns around at the sudden silence, his blue eyes narrowing with a playful smile as he regards your body language intently, holding his gaze for almost too long. Quickly pulling yourself together you force out a laugh.
“A-ahaha! You’re probably right, I do misplace things easily!” You laugh, trying to play it off. He stayed silent in response, simply staring at you as if he was trying to analyze something.
“Indeed.” He stated, turning around once again to continue his previous task.
“Your house is really nice, you must make a good living to get a home with a view of the shore.” You smiled, trying to ease the tension in the room. Leaning off the counter you make your way across the room towards the large window that displayed the ocean before you.
“It’s worth the view, I’d say.” He chuckled, glancing from the kitchen to your figure across the room. You smile, glancing down at the window sill decorated with small trinkets.
“You didn’t tell me you collected starconches.” You chuckled, trying to keep the conversation as if nothing happened seconds ago.
“I need to take you down to the beach sometime soon, it’s beautiful this time of season to collect shells.” Tartaglia hummed. As you analyzed the row of seashells your eyes made contact with a familiar red gem.
Your eyes widened, staring down at the earring. The earring in your dreams.
“Definitely! Hey, um I have to go to the bathroom, what direction is it?” You turned around, reaching for the phone in your pocket. He paused, turning around with a smile and staring at you, his gaze lasting a tad too long for normal and humming.
“Just around the corner!” He smiled, and you followed just that.
There's a familiar feeling to the one you've grown used to these past months. Knowing your being watched. Feeling the gaze of eyes on your figure from afar.
And as you walk away from Tartaglia you feel just that.
Your eyebrows furrow as you enter the small room, your breathing becoming more rapid by the minute, as you desperately seek answers to the question that has been weighing on your mind ever since seeing the red gem. Pulling out your phone you tap your thumbs rapidly against the screen.
can dreams predict our future
Waiting for the results load, your breathing accelerates, panic setting in. Letting your hand touch the granite on the counter, you pause. Realization hits you as you realize you have experienced this feeling in your dreams.
The panic in your dream.
Reaching for your phone with shaking hands, you pick up the device now with text present. As you scan the top result, your breath quickens as you do a double take of the words before you.
Precognitive dreams, in simple terms, are any dreams that give you information about the future you wouldn't otherwise have.
You can feel it.
You can feel the stare.
Someone’s behind you.
The weight change on your shoulder becomes evident as you feel hot breath hitting your neck. When you slowly raise your head to look in the mirror you find yourself frozen in fear.
Red hair and blue eyes stare back at you as a red gem dangles from his ear, his chin rests on your shoulder, glancing down at your phone.
“How cute, you've been dreaming of me?”
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Perfect Little Angel
Summary: After finally getting away from your mother and her annoying party guests, you and Tom decided to make this party a little more interesting
Pairing: Richkid!Tom x Richkid!reader
Warning: SMUT (oral, exhibitonism daddy kink) drinking
Word count: 1365
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You didn’t want to be here. Being used to put on a show for your mothers guest, A picture perfect family, you wanted to roll your eyes at the utter bullshit everyone believed. “Smile and be polite, don't embarrass me” Your mother whispered as she grabbed your arm, dragging you towards more guests.
“Sammy how’s the family?” Your mother said with a smile, you could tell it was fake but knew better than to say that. Mrs.Santos smiles, pulling your mother in for a hug, “Oh I just can’t keep track of those kids. You have it easy with just one.” Her gaze turned to you as you held out a hand, “Hi Mrs. Santos it’s nice to see you again”
“Always a pleasure Y/N How have you been?” She said before quickly sipping her wine. Before you could answer your mother interrupted, “Oh y/n has been busy working hard in school”
You took a deep breath, trying not to make a scene. Your mother would never forgive you if you made people believe her life was anything less than perfect. You gave a polite smile as you excused yourself, pushing yourself through guests as you made your way inside the house.
You let out a sigh of relief as you made your way to the basement, knowing it would be empty. Opening the small fridge behind the bar you reached for the bottle of vodka your father kept down here for when he had a rough day. You quickly grabbed a cup and began pouring yourself a drink.
“I always thought of you as a champagne girl” You jumped when you heard Tom’s sudden voice, turning around to see him leaning against the door frame, staring at you. You never really talked to Tom. You’d seen him at parties but never had the chance to introduce yourself due to your overbearing mother. It surprised you he was even here.
“Sometimes you just need something a bit stronger” You said as you took a sip. Tom chuckled, making his way towards you, “I take it you’re not enjoying the party”
“I’d hardly call this a party,” You shrugged, “parties are actually fun.” Tom's jaw went tight as he smirked. His fingers trailing up your arm before fiddling with the strap of your dress. He silently stepped closer to you until he was inches away. You could smell the expensive cologne on his clothes and the liquor on his breath as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “How about we make this more interesting”
You bit your lip as you felt his lip against your neck, “Not here” You said pulling away, “Come with me” You chugged your drink, slamming the cup on the bar counter as you grabbed his hand, guiding him upstairs to your bedroom.
The second your bedroom door was closed your lips were on his. Both kissing each other with a hunger. You felt his hands push you on the bed as he stood between your legs, “that’s an awfully lot of white for someone who isn’t so innocent” He joked as he took off his shirt, “You’re mother make you wear that?”
You chuckled as you moved to unzip the dress, “She still believes I’m an innocent angel.” Tom smirked, pushing your hands away to pull your dress down, “If she could only see you now”
A soft giggle left your lips as you sat up, your eyes quickly falling to the outline of his growing erection. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it across the room while you unzipped his pants. “This all for me” You smirked as you looked up, your hand palming him through his boxers
A low groan left his mouth as you pulled his hard cock out, your tongue instantly licking the length. “Fuck” he moaned as his fingers trailed through your hair. You wasted no time as you bobbed your head up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.
“Just like that” His grip on your hair tightened as he forced your head further down, “Come on you can take it” He moaned as your tongue rubbed his veiny cock while you sucked him. You felt him twitch in your mouth, a muffled moan escaping your throat as his grip on your hair tightened even more.
You pulled away, your handing doing what your mouth couldn’t as you caught your breath, “open your mouth” Tom demanded. You didn’t question him as you opened your mouth sticking your tongue out as his cum flowed into your mouth.
Before you could say anything you felt his hands push you down, Tom's lips connected with your neck as your hips bucked up into his. He smirked against your skin as he unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere across the room, “Fuck Tom I need you” You whimpered as his fingers moved to pull your underwear down.
“Call me Daddy” He demanded as his hand roughly smacked your ass. You let out a moan of pleasure and pain as he turned you around. With your head now pressed into the bed, he lined himself at your entrance, teasing you wet folds, “Fuck baby all wet for me”
You subconsciously tried to squeeze your leg together but Tom just laughed as pulled your thighs apart, “Daddy Please” You whined. He chuckled before roughly thrusting into you. His grip on your hip was sure to leave bruises but you couldn’t care less, he was hitting all the spots to make you scream with pleasure.
“You just want to get caught don't you?” You didn’t have to look up to know he was smirking, “Come on let them hear you, I want them all to know how loud I make you”
His arms wrapped around you, picking you up and walking you towards the window. “Fuck Daddy” You moaned as he pushed you into your sheer curtains that did nothing to cover you. “Show them all how good I make you feel” He said as his thrust quickened, placing wet kisses along your neck as his hand rubbed your clit in circles. “Look down on them while I fuck you”
Your legs began to quiver as you felt your orgasm coming closer, “Fuck Im so close”
“Cum for me” Tom moaned, his pace quickening as you felt yourself come undone. He followed shortly, your wall clenching around him sent him over the edge. You both caught your breath as you moved from the window to the bed, “so Daddy kink huh?” You smirked
He chuckled, “It sounds good coming from your mouth”
You rolled your eyes, “well that certainly was fun’ You joke as you stood up to grab your underwear
“You might want to change, unless you want your mom to see her perfect little angel with hickeys all over her neck” Tom said as he got dressed. “Oh no we can’t have that” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a turtleneck.
Tom chuckled wrapping his arms around you as he placed a kiss on your cheek, “I’ll see you downstairs”
He gave you another quick kiss before he left. You took your time getting dressed and cleaned up. Taking time to gain your composure before walking downstairs, “Oh there you are” You heard your mothers voice, “what happened to your dress?”
“I spilled juice on it” You lied as she grabbed your arm. “Whatever just be nice. I want you to meet these people” She said as she dragged you towards the group of guests, “Nikki this is my daughter I was telling you about”
“Hi y/n I’m Nikki Holland” She said with a smile as she held out her hand. You politely shook it, “Hi Mrs. Holland it’s nice to meet you”
“Oh and this is my son” she gestured to the boy walking towards her, You eye widened for a second when you realized it was Tom, “I don’t believe you’ve met each other yet”
Tom smirked holding out his hand, “No I don’t think so. I’m Tom”
You chuckled as you shook his hand, “Hi Tom it’s nice to meet you”
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misc poetry sentence starters
❝ one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people. ❞
❝ you remind me what love lives in this skin. ❞
❝ you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream. ❞
❝ i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible. ❞
❝ the world was made so we can find each other in it. ❞
❝ the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer. ❞
❝ i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you. ❞
❝ is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you? ❞
❝ against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness. ❞
❝ the world grows green again when you smile. ❞
❝ your share of pains would fill a sea. ❞
❝ i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people. ❞
❝ what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute. ❞
❝ i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling. ❞
❝ the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure. ❞
❝ you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that. ❞
❝ i did violence to my own heart. ❞
❝ i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth. ❞
❝ like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages. ❞
❝ and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue. ❞
❝ you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun. ❞
❝ sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined. ❞
❝ when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours? ❞
❝ i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know. ❞
❝ i had it all and i want it back again. ❞
❝ i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. ❞
❝ we are two reflections that cross swords with each other. ❞
❝ as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off. ❞
❝ do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better? ❞
❝ my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame. ❞
❝ i am three oceans away from my soul. ❞
❝ you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me. ❞
❝ i went to sleep last night so i could see you. ❞
❝ even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods. ❞
❝ how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder? ❞
❝ it does me no good to be good to me now. ❞
❝ i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me. ❞
❝ i must clothe myself in other worlds. ❞
❝ suffering is the privilege of those who feel. ❞
❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞
❝ the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything. ❞
❝ i can be bold, because i have you with me always. ❞
❝ you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind. ❞
❝ not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone. ❞
❝ i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted. ❞
❝ you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed. ❞
❝ there’s something electric in your blood. ❞
❝ you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light. ❞
❝ time doesn’t obey our commands. ❞
❝ i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy. ❞
❝ to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞
❝ i love you --- like a storm bursts overhead --- i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite. ❞
❝ and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back. ❞
❝ i am less a god now that you’ve touched me. ❞
❝ your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart. ❞
❝ you said i killed you --- haunt me then. ❞
❝ your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like. ❞
❝ you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it. ❞
❝ strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty. ❞
❝ you will hear thunder and remember me. ❞
❝ ever think it’s possible for us to be happy? ❞
❝ and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you. ❞
❝ since we’re bound to be something, why not together? ❞
❝ i am ashes were once i was fire. ❞
❝ this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours. ❞
❝ it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness. ❞
❝ kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark. ❞
❝ i have thought of you often since the darkness. ❞
❝ with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant. ❞
❝ there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash. ❞
❝ open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am. ❞
❝ what the hell is tragedy? i am. ❞
❝ i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind. ❞
❝ how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break. ❞
❝ so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again. ❞
❝ i am myself. that is not enough. ❞
❝ i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness. ❞
❝ my power, which to me is still a curse --- ❞
❝ ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart. ❞
❝ do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light? ❞
❝ i like you; your eyes are full of language. ❞
❝ let me tell you what i do know. i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good. ❞
❝ you are the cause and the cure --- both. ❞
❝ i have kisses for the back of your neck. ❞
❝ your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel. ❞
❝ we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn. ❞
❝ suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys. ❞
❝ lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer. ❞
❝ and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness. ❞
❝ since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark. ❞
❝ i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still. ❞
❝ you move like the moon. ❞
❝ my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. ❞
❝ in your eyes, the fires of twilight. ❞
❝ do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you. ❞
❝ i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood. ❞
❝ you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one. ❞
❝ you are not real. you are a dream of a dream. ❞
❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞
❝ i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature. ❞
❝ come this evening --- i am eager for stars. ❞
❝ i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name. ❞
❝ i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming. ❞
❝ to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive. ❞
❝ i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised. ❞
❝ it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger. ❞
❝ i live --- but i’m mutilated. ❞
❝ if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry. ❞
❝ i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other. ❞
❝ you will open your wounds and make them a garden. ❞
❝ i come home --- and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt. ❞
❝ i planted roses, but without you they were thorns. ❞
❝ everything inside me is in revolt. ❞
❝ how this darkness soaks me through and through. ❞
❝ give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me. ❞
❝ say something dangerous like i love you. ❞
❝ listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? ❞
❝ in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love. ❞
❝ breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you. ❞
❝ my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides. ❞
❝ you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts. ❞
❝ gods are stubborn. so am i. ❞
❝ is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured? ❞
❝ there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting. ❞
❝ beware. beware. there is a tenderness. ❞
❝ half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood. ❞
❝ i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me. ❞
❝ you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth. ❞
❝ i have it in me...to scare myself with my own desert places. ❞
❝ my mouth still houses century-old magic. in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god. ❞
❝ keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice. ❞
❝ i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry. ❞
❝ this skin is sick with loneliness. ❞
❝ memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me. ❞
❝ i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most. ❞
❝ after fury, what do you do with the remains? ❞
❝ come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it. ❞
❝ let’s admit, without apology, what we do together. ❞
❝ try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it. ❞
❝ it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations. ❞
❝ i am too full of life to be half-loved. ❞
❝ today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling. ❞
❝ there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love. ❞
❝ heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile. ❞
❝ my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell. ❞
❝ will you see the human in my being? ❞
❝ if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever. ❞
❝ part broken part whole, you begin again. ❞
❝ i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you. ❞
❝ i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❞
❝ whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you. ❞
❝ i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine. ❞
❝ i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is. ❞
❝ i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i. ❞
❝ do i not live? badly, i know, but i live. ❞
❝ something of you stuck with me. a splinter. ❞
❝ i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos. ❞
❝ sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will. ❞
❝ my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me. ❞
❝ i had an old wound once, but it is healing. ❞
❝ always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that... ❞
❝ when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you. ❞
❝ dark as it is --- you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul. ❞
❝ am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? ❞
❝ i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins. ❞
❝ sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet. ❞
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•Love Me Tender•
Summary: After waiting, watching, and wanting, Tamaki finally has a way to get to you. He's willing to do use some questionable methods, make deals with shifty friends, whatever it takes. He'll have you.
Pairing: Pro Hero Tamaki Amajiki x FemReader (both 18+)
Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, coercion, sabotage, manipulation, hard dom Tamaki, slight brat reader, mostly sub reader, unprotected sex, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), tentacle play (oral, vaginal, anal, gagging), bondage (with tentacles), mild dumbification, degradation, spit play, cum play, wittle bit of bloodplay, creampie, marking, possession kink, collaring. Kinda-sorta dub-con (not really imo but warning just in case)
Word Count: 11,576
A/N: Jesus fucking christ I did it.
Part One: Porcelain Obsession
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Tamaki awoke painfully this morning, body aching and covered in dried sweat. It wasn't a feeling to be proud of, but it was a feeling he cherished.
Your stolen underwear is clutched in his hand still, like a lifeline. It still smells just a little bit like you… but not enough. He couldn't feel you or taste you or hold you. He had to figure something out, quickly. He had to find a way to make you his.
Luckily, Tamaki knows exactly how to make that happen…
***
You hang up your apron with a deep sigh, wiping sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Thank god it's only a half day, you finally have an afternoon off, a day to spend by yourself.
You bid your coworkers farewell and head out of the shop. You wander home, earbuds in as you try to drown out the noise of the city. Once you're home, you notice a small box on your doorstep.
It's a pretty little gold box with purple ribbon, a tiny note is attached to the top. The scribbled writing reads,
"I thought this would look pretty on you, I'm sorry about the weird exit last night. I'd like to take you to get some coffee to make up for it, if you'll let me." - Tamaki
Your heart flutters a bit at the note, you had deduced you were nothing more than a charity case. Him walking you home was just what he felt was fair in exchange for the use of your phone, he didn't really… like you? Did he?
His exit was just a little bit strange, he seemed almost panicked. You wanted to ask if everything was ok, but figure it best to stay out of a hero's business. Who knows what door you'd be opening if you started to ask too many questions.
Beneath his note is a phone number, obviously his. You can't call him right away, it might seem desperate, but you can open the box.
When the lid comes off, you gasp quietly at what's hidden inside. On a delicate silver chain sits one lovely little pearl. You stand there, amazed and confused. Wondering why on earth somebody like Suneater would leave such a precious little gift for you.
***
You called the number left on the note about an hour after receiving it. As soon as Tamaki picks up the phone your heart leaps into your throat.
"I didn't think y-you'd call." He laughs afterwards, but you can hear traces of genuine anxiety underneath.
"Well, what kind of an asshole would I be if I didn't call back the hero that saved me from a lonely walk home?" Your face crinkles up at your horrid attempt at flirting.
He doesn't seem to mind, though. He gives you a sweet laugh, putting some of your nerves at ease.
"So, uh- coffee?" He wonders.
"I'd love to, I just got off work, but I imagine you're busy doing hero stuff. We can-"
"No I'm not busy." He says quickly, his urgency makes you smile. He's almost boyish in his approach, and it's very charming.
Somehow, between the two of you suffering your way through the conversation, you set a time for coffee.
***
Tamaki makes a quick stop before meeting you, visiting a horrid friend of his in an alleyway a hero should never be unless he's kicking someone's ass.
His "friend" turns out to be a little more than your average criminal. He's a wicked looking man, with a mess of black hair and an abundance of scarring littering his body.
They call him Dabi.
"So what's the plan here? Am I just scarin' the poor girl or do I get to have some real fun?" His smile is devilish, and his eyes are telling.
It makes Tamaki's skin crawl, he stares daggers at the man leaning against the brick of the alleyway.
"If you touch her, I will gut you like a fucking fish." Tamaki says, he's full of rage, but he says it so calmly, so matter of fact.
"You can try." Dabi laughs, "You forget how easy it is to cook seafood."
Tamaki stands there for a brief second, watching the villain, weighing his options.
"I'm not here for banter, can you do the job or not?" His words are clipped, strangely articulate compared to his usual stutter.
"Yeah whatever, I got nothin' planned for tonight, and I do love making little girls scream." He tilts his head back against the wall as Tamaki turns to stalk away.
"Hey, Suneater." Dabi calls out with a lazy voice.
Tamaki freezes and keeps his back to Dabi. He turns his head to the side and waits for him to speak.
"Send her my way when you're done with her." If Tamaki had less of the public eye on him, he would have slit Dabi's throat then and there.
Instead, he swallows his rage as he tosses a hefty wad of cash over his shoulder.
"Don't be late."
***
"You always just drink it black? Not even a little bit of sugar?' You ask, astounded by Tamaki's ability to drink the bitter liquid without any sweetener.
"Sugar is kind of useless for me, I try to eat things that'll help me with m-my quirk." He explains, his deep eyes wander while he talks, like he's watching for something.
That must come with being a hero.
"Does coffee help your quirk?" You ask, a smile playing at your lips when you see him frown at his drink.
"No, but it helps me focus."
You nod playfully before taking a sip, the cafe he's brought you to is incredibly charming. It's not an overly hip establishment, it's just a sweet little hidden gem. Tucked away into a forgotten street, it gives the impression that it's a well kept secret between two best friends.
"Do you feel like people ask too much of you?" You question. It slips out so quickly, running away from you after launching out of your lips.
Your hatred for small talk gets the best of you and you jump the gun, as always. You want to hide, but not before you apologise a thousand times for being too straightforward.
Tamaki looks at you thoughtfully, his eyes show that he's shocked, but not offended.
"Sometimes. It can feel like people expect me t-to be the…" He pauses for a moment, mentally grasping for the right word.
"It feels like people expect Heroes to be this ultimate, universal band-aid. In a lot of ways, we are, but we're still h-human… I-I'm still human…" His voice slows down by the end of his sentence, like he's realized he might be over sharing.
But, you asked him, you wanted to know. You actually care about him? Every bone in his body is screaming at him to grab you, throw you over his shoulder and run away. He feels some carnal desire to just keep you. Hide you from every selfish asshole that would take advantage of the starstruck look in your beautiful eyes.
He can't, though… not yet.
"S-sorry…" He whispers.
And then, you reach across the table to take his hand in yours. He feels the contact all the up his arm, into his chest, into his heart.
So you do want him too.
"Please don't be sorry, I liked listening to you talk." You say quietly.
You did love it, you loved it because you've felt so unheard, so unseen. Being able to provide somebody else with a pair of listening ears serves as a kind of relief for those feelings.
"Can you tell me more?" You test, hand squeezing his own a little more.
He looks almost elated, thrilled to be seen, excited to be heard. Most of all, he's itching to finally have you.
***
The date was nothing short of wonderful, filled with cute little fumblings of words, hands brushing but never holding, and sharing bits and pieces of yourselves with each other.
You flop onto your bed, reminiscent of a teenager who's just had their first kiss. You didn't kiss him goodnight, you chickened out of that. But you did press your lips against his cheek for a brief moment, which seemed to have quite the effect on him.
His breath hitched, his fists balled at his sides, acting like he'd never been touched so tenderly. It made you wonder, is the Hero as lonely as you are?
You glance over at your night stand, seeing the pretty little necklace sitting in its box. You're washed with guilt as you realize you forgot to wear it to coffee, knowing he must have wanted you to. You take it out of the box carefully before pulling it around your neck and hooking it into place. It fits like a choker, snug against your skin, but it feels good to have it so close.
You're ripped from your musing when you hear the unmistakable sound of breaking glass.
Inside your house.
Your blood chills, hair stands up on the back of your neck and you rise from your bed slowly. You try to talk yourself down, kill the first nerves that consume your chest. It was probably a poorly balanced vase… except, you don't own any vases. It could have been a picture? Nope, not a picture, it was just glass… like a window breaking.
There's a gun in your office, but you're in the bedroom. You scan the room for something, anything that could be used for defense. Of course, nothing but a damn notebook.
The police, you should call the police. Your heart clenches when you hear the threatening sound of heavy footsteps falling down your hallway.
They're heading straight for your bedroom.
You lunge at the door, hand landing on the doorknob just as it begins to turn. Desperately, uselessly, you try to lock it. It's too late, though, it's already opening by the time your thumb lands on the lock.
You can hear your blood rushing when the door swings towards you, a large black boot planted on the other side to force it open.
"Sorry 'bout the window, sweetheart. I tried the front door, but it was locked." The intruder chuckles as he invades your bedroom.
You stumble back as you take in his sewn together form, a mess of black leather and scars. Wild, electric blue eyes devour your trembling form as you press yourself back into the wall.
"Oh, hon, you're shakin' like you're in danger. I ain't gonna hurt you, I'm gonna do the opposite." He stalks towards you, somehow moving in slow motion but with incredible speed all at the same time.
Your phone sits on your night stand, only feet away but all too unreachable. You're caged in by his arms as he towers over you, filling your nose with some horrid, smokey smell.
"P-please, you can have anything, j-just don't-"
Your words halt when a long, pale finger traces over your collar bone.
"Don't what? 'J-just don't' what?" He mocks you, eyes lit with a sadistic amusement.
Your heart rattles in your chest as tears prick your eyes, you can't fight him, he's huge. You don't have your gun. You don't have your phone. You're fucked.
"Cryin' already? What's the matter, doll?-" The hand traces your collar bone moves up to wrap around your throat, "Not a fan of villains?"
Your hands paw at his wrist, you will yourself to sputter something out, any kind of objection to whatever he has planned. You try to whimper out a 'stop', but when your mouth finally forms the word, the voice isn't yours, but it's familiar.
It's low, clipped and dangerous as it barks out the warning.
Suneater.
Suddenly, as if he's being yanked to the heavens by the Gods, your assailant is torn away from you. A large, red tentacle captures him by the waist and throws him across the room. You collapse to the ground instantly, curling around your legs as you hear the muffled sounds of a violent fight.
You hide in your own little world, trembling and clenching yourself. You take one peak from between your arms, just to see Tamaki place the intruder in a chokehold before barking some profane threat at him.
The villain is smiling the whole time, he even winks at you.
"If I ever see you near her again, you won't walk away with your life." Tamaki snarls as the stranger breaks away from his hold.
"She's not worth the trouble." He laughs, raising one hand before sending brilliant blue flames blasting towards Tamaki.
You scream involuntarily, reaching out for the Hero as he jumps away from the flames. Once they're gone, the villain is gone as well. Like some cheap magician disappearing off stage. The room is almost entirely untouched by the burst of fire, at most, the tip of your comforter is singed.
The second the fire is gone, Tamaki is walking towards you urgently, pulling you to your feet so he can cradle your face.
"Are you ok? Did he touch you? What happened?" His inky eyes search your face frantically.
You don't answer, you just stutter, clinging to his hands until you can finally squeak out, "I'm ok."
His shoulders drop as he sighs, hands loosening their grip. His eyes flicker down to the necklace, his gaze softens when he sees how pretty it looks on you.
"Y-you… Do you like it?" He asks timidly, glancing up at you.
You breathe for a moment, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in attention.
"I love it." You say quietly, still trembling.
He just saved you, really saved you from a real villain who was planning God knows what, and he's worried about your necklace?
"It's so pr-pretty on you…" He reaches down to touch it, leaving one hand on your cheek.
You take the moment to breathe, remind yourself that you're safe, that you're with a hero now. You observe Tamaki's almost casual appearance, a dry fit shirt and simple tactical pants. It almost helps you relax, seeing him like so… at ease?
His fingers play with the pearl, deep eyes transfixed. Something nearly uncontrollable swells within his chest. It burns and aches and eats at him. You're so close, you're so warm, so soft. He could have you, he could just take you.
"Tamaki?" You prod gently, your own chest stirs, and something pulls you towards him.
His eyes snap up to yours, and something shifts in the air. It feels sticky, heavy, too hard to breathe. His gorgeous form towers over you, pressing you back up against the wall as his eyes devour your trembling body.
"Thank you f-for saving me." You whisper.
He nods earnestly, his breathing is shaking, his hands feel like they're holding back.
"Anything. Anything for you."
That line, that makes you ache.
How long have you felt so lukewarm, so overlooked and forgotten? Too long, far too long. Now, with Tamaki looking down at you like you're priceless, you feel fiery, you feel seen and remembered.
Your hands grasp at his wrists, your eyes flick down to his parted lips. You're not sure what you want to happen next, but you want him as close as you can get him.
"If you let me start, I will not stop." His voice drops and it makes your breath catch.
He feels it too, then.
Is it the high of what you've just gone through? Is it just your body trauma bonding with the man that just saved you? Or do you really, really want him so bad it hurts?
His tone is warning and his eyes are frantic.
"Please." Is the only thing that falls from your quivering lips.
Consequences be damned, motives especially be damned. You need him, and he needs you. That's enough explanation for tonight.
He consumes you much like the villains flames, his lips are on yours almost too fast, his hands are greedy as they hold your face to his.
While you feel similar to a lovesick girl getting kissed for the first time, Tamaki feels like a prisoner finally set free. He feels like a lion that was held in a cage and taunted with a piece of meat. He feels like the door has finally been opened, and he can finally sink his teeth in.
"I wanna feel you." He brings his mouth away from yours with much reluctance, leaving his forehead pressed against yours.
You flounder for a moment, with your mouth feeling dry and your limbs feeling heavy.
"Where?" You choke out, searching his face for any tell.
"God, everywhere." It's a broken request, said like a secret.
"Take it. Whatever you want." Your boldness surprises you both.
You're hooked on the exhilaration, you're craving more, you want to feel something. Even after just a walk home and a coffee date, you want to feel it with Tamaki.
"Don't give me that…" He shivers as he presses his body against yours, making it very evident how much of an affect you're having on him.
"I'll ruin you." He whimpers when you grind back against him, your hands tug at his shirt and you look up at him with wide eyes.
"Who said I don't want that?"
You both stand there frozen, waiting for the other to move, to prove that this isn't a dream.
"Fuck."
His hands descend from cradling your face so they can wrap around your neck with the most gentle grip.
He watches you intently, feels your breath quicken, cherishing the way you bite your lip when his fingers tighten slightly.
Internally, Tamaki is fighting the most challenging battle he's ever had to face. He's had to take on a wide variety of formidable enemies, but right now, nothing seems more formidable than having to hold himself back when he finally has you in his arms.
He wants to take and take and take, for as long as you'll let him… maybe even longer.
She's mine now.
Something shifts in his gaze just then, making him look almost primal. It makes your chest feel frozen, makes it difficult to breathe or focus.
His hands shift around your neck, they feel almost… slippery? Their texture is different, their movement is more fluid. Then, you feel it, the distinct sensation of a suction cup latching against your skin.
Tentacles. He's made each of his fingers a tentacle.
Your eyes stay locked on his, both of you in a heated trance as you watch how the other responds.
One slick tendril crawls up to latch onto your chin, he turns your head upwards and to the side with a thoughtful look. It's almost like he's sizing you up, appraising you.
After a thick moment of silence, he finally speaks.
"I'm going to make you cry." It's a depraved promise, beautifully whispered with no shame.
You stand there, held by him, captured by him. You're helplessly entranced, all rational thought is long gone as you reel over the implications of his statement. All you can know for sure, is you want more.
Despite every red flag, regardless of any common sense, you want more.
"I dare you." You say back to him, the desperation to feel anything other than mundane spurs you onward.
He receives the words like it's a smack to the face, some shock evident in his eyes. He didn't take you for a brat, but he can certainly roll with it.
"You're gonna make this fun for me, aren't you?" He questions, his tentacles grip you tighter now, reminding you who has the high ground.
Mine.
The air shifts, something heavier takes over the mood, it settles in your ribs and wraps around your heart.
He guides you away from the wall, shepherding you around until your back is towards your bed. He starts walking you backwards until your knees buckle once they hit the mattress.
You sit there, gazing up at him, held still by his quirk, transfixed by the power he exudes as he towers over you.
"Has anyone ever had you before?" He asks, finally returning his hand to normal so he can cradle your cheek.
The question has your stomach burning with nerves.
No, nobody ever has.
You shake your head, looking down, cheeks burning as you try to hide your embarrassment.
His reaction shocks you immensely, his whole body shutters and he drops to his knees. His hands settle on your waist as he moves between your legs.
"Th-this is… all mine then?" He asks, he rubs his thumbs over the bottoms of your ribs affectionately.
His eyes are wide and reverent as he waits for your answer, looking like you're some anointed goddess. His eyes skate over every feature he can, and he cherishes each one.
Your confession nearly knocks the wind out of him, especially with how sweet you look, all blushing and embarrassed. It makes his need to rip you apart even stronger.
"Please...let me give you everything…" His hands tighten on you and you feel them shaking.
You study him for a second, at a complete loss for words, he seems so… devoted. It pulls on your heart, clouds your mind and lights your body up. How could you possibly say no to him? How on earth could you turn someone away when they’re looking at you like you’re placed on an altar ready to be worshiped.
Carefully, like you’re trying not to frighten a beast, you reach out and touch his face. He moves into your touch like a lonely cat, desperate for affection and recognition.
“Please…” You breathe.
And that’s all it takes.
His breath leaves his lungs in a harsh rush as he moves forward like a leopard, lean and precise as he forces you onto your back.
Your blood rushes so quickly you swear you can hear it, your mouth goes dry as he stares you down. He’s suddenly less reverent, now he’s ravenous. A dangerous, carnivorous look dances in his dark eyes. His judgement is clouded just like yours, only it fuels him, while your state is much more terrified. Any spunk you had in you is thrown out the window as he leers over you.
You shrink into the mattress as he hovers above you on all fours, heavy eyelids and parted lips giving him a nearly drugged look.
“When you say everything-” He whispers, moving so he can settle on his knees between your open legs, “Do you mean this too?” He drops his hips as he questions you, pressing something very hard into your thigh, something very intimidating.
He watches your eyes go wide, a wicked grin spreading across his face when you gasp after he rolls his hips. His arms cage you, a strong hand placed on either side of your head, the position makes you feel so pathetic, so helpless, but it gives you an incredible rush.
“Don’t look so scared, it won’t hurt.” He dips down to press his hot, open mouth against your neck, tongue lapping at your pulse. A dark chuckle leaves his chest, “Not much, at least.”
Then he’s definitely less reverent, he’s no longer worshipful, he’s a wicked, unleashed best. His hands are selfish as they remove your clothes, his mouth is voracious against your skin. He has you panting and twitching in seconds, musing at you when your reactions are particularly strong.
It’s when he snakes down your body, wetting your skin with his tongue, settling between your breasts so he can suck harshly at the heated skin, that you finally feel something break within you. You arch into his touch, fisting your hands in his raven hair, whimpering so beautifully for him as he works you up.
He knows what he’s doing, he’s skilled, well equipped for pulling you apart. He’s already descended into some debauched state of being, and he’s pulling you down with him.
“Nobody’s ever tasted this sweet little cunt before, have they?” He asks against your skin, latching his mouth back to the spot he’s focused on marking, but looking up at you with inquiring eyes.
You try to swallow, shake your head, do something, but all you can do is lay there naked and gasping.
He laughs again, a wicked thing that leaves his chest like a wisp of wind. He slides a hand up your body, he flicks over your nipple with his thumb on the way up, pulling another whimper out of you.
His hand latches onto your jaw, then he shakes your head for you, doing what he knows you can’t.
“Oh baby…” He sighs, “You saved it for me?” He teases, hips grinding against you, the cloth of his pants creates a strange kind of friction against your clit, not unpleasant, but not pleasurable. Where the hell did the sweet, stuttering hero go? If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looks deviant… almost villainous.
“Tama- please.” You shiver, not sure what you’re asking for, but certain that you need more.
“Good girl, talk to me.” His hand slinks down your throat before he rises to his knees.
Your eyes lock on the tightness of his pants, trying not to panic at the sheer size of the imprint he’s making on them.
His shirt is pulled over his head, messing his hair in the most handsome way, and the breath is ripped from your lungs.
He’s stunning, broad and strong looking. He’s all porcelain skin over well trained muscle. Built perfectly for the work he does. Built perfectly for ripping apart poor little girls like you.
“I liked the look you got when I had my tentacles on you.” He sighs, letting a hand fall to your bare stomach so he can trace lazy circles against you.
“Did you like that? Do you want me to use my tentacles to play with you?” He questions.
His voice is low, it’s rich and warm and dripping with seduction. Nothing like the tentative, wobbly tone he usually has. It rips the ground out from underneath you, leaves you panting and blinking like a brain dead fool as you gawk up at his prowling form.
“Just a yes or no, if you can manage it.” He smiles sweetly up at you, splaying his hand across your quaking abdomen.
You breathe deeply, trying to steady yourself, trying to catch up with what he’s said.
“Y-yes.” You whisper, barely audible, hardly heard over your labored breathing.
His other hand mirrors the one he has on you, sliding around to hold you by the waist, a gentle cage meant to establish dominance.
“Yes… what?” He prompts, pressing his thumbs down.
You falter then, your tongue feels heavy, your mind slows and you’re suddenly void of all vocabulary. Were you really really about to let one of the most well known pros wreck your body with his quirk? Were you actually laid out for him like this? You know so little of him, your only information gathered from small talk, but something about that had you buzzing.
You could be whoever you want to be, you don’t have to be the floundering virgin. You don’t have to be so damn shell shocked.
“Yes, D-daddy.” You test, hoping to God or whoever is listening that you got the right name.
By the way his eyes flutter closed, the way his grip tightens, the way his body tenses, you sure as hell did.
“That’s it.” He sighs, “-and what about you?” He wonders, his hold going gentle again.
You? What about you?
Tamaki watches you carefully, barely containing the raging storm inside him, barely holding back the carnal urge to turn every limb to a pretty purple tentacle and stuff you until you’re crying for mercy.
Not yet, don’t fuck this up.
“Princess? Darling?” He asks, lowering himself back down to kiss down your stomach, looking up at you through his thick lashes.
“Whatever you want.” You answer. Your sweet, sacred submission makes him close his eyes and breathe in.
Hold it. Not. Yet.
“You’re like an angel.” He breathes, making you shiver under the weight of the high praise.
He notices your reaction immediately, smiling to himself.
“So that’s it.” He presses a long kiss just under your belly button, bringing attention to how naked you are, and how naked he is not.
Your thighs squeeze together and your arms come up to cover your chest, suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to keep it all out of view.
His hands are on your wrist and his body is crouched over yours again before you can blink. He pins your hands beside your head, looking down at you with some wild, unbridled kind of look in his eyes.
“You do not get to hide from me.” His shoulders flex as he pushes your wrists down into the mattress, earning a whine from you as the pressure starts to ache.
“You’re mine. That means I get all of you.” He bites the words off, but keeps his voice quiet.
You should be scared, crying even, but the only thing you feel is exhilaration, the ache between your legs and the fluttering of your heart as he overpowers you with just the look in his eyes and a few harsh words.
“Do you understand me?” He eases up on your wrists slightly, looking more stern, less unhinged.
“I-I do, I’m sorry.” You whimper out.
He considers you for a brief second, eyes growing softer as he watches the way your pretty lip trembles.
“It’s ok.” He releases your wrists and speaks gently, “You’re ok.”
The reassurances makes you dizzy, especially in contrast with how rough he just was.
"Hold still for me, angel." Then he’s back to mouthing at your skin.
His teeth meet your collarbone and your hands reach for his messy hair.
“There?” He asks against you, a smile in his voice as he lets his teeth gather your skin again. The spot he finds makes you dizzy, you feel the heat spread across your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
Tamaki is still stuck in his own chains, fighting against them as he focuses on the way you twitch for him, the way your body rolls when he bites harder.
So she likes it.
Your body heats up, it's all so overwhelming. It's so different from anything you've ever felt, and you can't believe it's with him.
Then his kisses get more sloppy, his teeth are sharper against you. He leaves you shining with his spit, painted in blooming purple and red bruises as he begins his journey down your body.
"Da-addy." You sniffle when he bites into the underside of your breast.
It doesn't feel loving, it doesn't feel passionate, it just feels rough.
"Hush." He mumbles against you, "If you can't take this I might as well stop now." He looks up at you, challenging you.
"I can t-take it, I can." You breathe, nodding, looking at him with begging eyes, "Please, don't stop."
He honest to god growls against you. You couldn't possibly know what you do to him, how sweet your willingness sounds, how beautiful you look laid out for him. He knows he should take his time, and he resents that fact. He almost resents you for being so sweet and needy. With all the things he wants to do to you, he almost, almost, wishes you had at least some experience. This makes you his completely, though, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.
His hot mouth moves lower and lower until he's tonguing at your hip bone, pulling the skin into his mouth so he can work his teeth against it. He will mark you wherever he can, as long as you'll let him.
Your hips roll up against him, making him smirk at how needy you're acting.
"Ask for it." He whispers, hungry hands slide up the outsides of your thighs, "Ask for what you want."
His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, sending the breath from your lungs as he glares up at you. He lets his wet tongue loll out to give a teasing flick against the crux of your thigh.
You take a deep breath in and cling to the sheets for dear life, "Please, use your mouth on me."
He smiles so sweetly then, looking mildly amused.
"Here?" He goes back to that same spot, sucking and teasing, looking all too pleased with himself.
"Be specific, angel, tell me where you need me."
Tamaki knows for a fact that he didn't have to spend his time making you ask for things, he knows what you want, he knows how to give them to you. He could take whatever he needs, probably without much a fight from you, but what fun would that be? He would miss the pretty blush creeping across your skin, and the sweet little tears in your big eyes. No, he wouldn't be missing this, not for the world.
"I wanna feel your tongue, please, use your mouth on m-my cunt." You shiver, timid and uncertain about your phrasing.
It seems to do the trick though, because Tamaki's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.
He answers with a low moan before grabbing you by the insides of your thighs so he can spread you open. Once the air of the room hits you, you're made painfully aware of just how soaked you are.
It makes Tamaki look like a wild man, all blown out pupils blushing cheeks.
Almost in slow motion, he presses his tongue into the spot right above your clit, making you whine and buck against his mouth.
"Needy little thing." He says, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze, "But I suppose I have teased enough."
Then he's on you, and the second his tongue meets your weak spot you know you're ruined. You know that not one person will ever hold a candle to Tamaki Amajiki.
He pulls away for only a second, just to whisper praises up to you, "Your cunt tastes like everything I've ever needed."
You huff at him in disbelief, not knowing what to say or do, heart soaring because of his confession.
Then he dives back in, and he gets sloppy with it, setting a pace that feels so good it aches. The heat spreads through every limb, and settles somewhere deep in your chest. Everything tingles and burns, and breathing seems nearly impossible.
Internally, Tamaki is raging. He’s so close to losing it, he feels himself slipping, your taste spreads across his tongue is the culmination of months of watching and waiting and wanting. He wants to drown in you, he wants to rip you to shreds. No more watching you through windows, no more fucking his fist while he wishes with everything he has that it was your precious little pussy. He has you now, spread open and vulnerable. He knows he could shove your face into the pillows and let loose on you, stuff every hole with an invasive tentacle, the thought makes him even more feral, it makes him work even harder as he eats you.
Every roll of his tongue against your clit makes you throb and buck, which makes him growl and push you down against the mattress. He's loud and messy, slurping and moaning, letting it drip down his chin and his throat, never once letting up.
Your head is thrown back against the pillows, eyes drilled shut. You know damn well if you saw him, you wouldn't last another second. He builds you up until your thighs are trembling and you're a whiny little mess.
Perfect.
Suddenly, the texture of his tongue changes drastically. It's much more slippery, and much thicker. Your head shoots up, and you nearly sob at what you see. Tamaki, with his eyes wild and his jaw dropped, is letting a wicked looking tentacle hang from his mouth.
His quirk.
He smirks up at you as the tip of it writhes against your clit, flicking and circling as he watches the tears start to fall from your face. You can't possibly keep up, you didn't know anything could ever feel this good.
You watch the suction cups ripple as he moves the muscle against you, then he does the unthinkable. He latches one of them onto your clit. Your eyes cross and you bring a fist to your mouth so you can bite on it and muffle your screams.
He hates that.
With another rumbling growl, he lets his hands turn to tentacles as well. You watch helplessly as he snakes them up your arms, ripping your hand away from your mouth so he can pin both limbs to the bed. The tentacles are strong, surprisingly warm, and so damn slippery.
It's hard to tell if you're close to the edge, it's felt that way the whole time, everything feels so hot and tight and good.
He smiles as you cry out and thrash against the bed, full of admiration for the usefulness of his own quirk.
“Too much! D-daddy, it’s too much.” You sniffle out as you feel a stinging feeling in your cunt, it’s not necessarily an unpleasant sting, but it’s too much.
He ignores your objection, choosing to simply suck harder at your overstimulated sweet spot. He revels in your pitifully low threshold, planning to do so much worse to your poor, inexperienced body.
The ache in your cunt continues to push the tears from your eyes, and eventually, drool from your mouth. The suction cup works dutifully against your clit, making you feel so overwhelmed you don't know if you can cum.
Then you feel the prodding at your entrance.
Then you really scream.
Holding that one little suction cup to your clit, he snakes the tip of his tentacle into your dribbling hole. He furrows his dark brows and moans against you when he feels how tight you are, desperate to feel the velvety walls around his cock.
"Holy fucking shit." You gasp.
He watches the dramatic rise and fall of your quaking chest, your baffled eyes trying to keep track of everything happening to your body, and he swears he falls even more in love.
You're so willing, so compliant, so at his mercy.
He crooks the tip of the tentacle towards himself just a bit, and it's like you've been struck by lightning. You cum hard, harder than you ever have. You're a mess of twitching limbs, shivering as your cunt clenches so hard your feel it in your fucking chest. You sob into the air, broken and tearful as he works you through it.
You feel the hold on your arms tighten as your body arches away from the mattress. As you feel every inch of you ignite, you know that you're ruined for everyone else.
As soon as you lower yourself so you're flat to the mattress, the tentacles around your arms slip away and turn back into his hands.
The one between your legs still plays with you a little bit, prodding at your clit, lapping up your mess. Tamaki laughs as you jump and twitch, whimpering and gasping as he milks your body for every after shock you can give him.
You watch him pull the tentacle back into his mouth, flicking it over his lips to gather your release before disappearing into his mouth. You watch his eyes flutter shut, you watch him shiver and you hear the sweetest little moan in the back of his throat.
“You’re pretty when you cry.” He mumbles, looking up at you with the most tender look in his eyes. It’s a harsh contrast with all the cum dripping down his chin.
“You move a lot, too. It’s fun.” He states, almost like some kind of twisted review, “I don’t mind holding you down like that.”
The drop in the tone of his voice makes a chill creep up your spine.
“In fact…” He lifts himself up so he can start to crawl up your body, “I really, really enjoyed it.”
You gasp for words, wind stolen from your lungs as he presses his messy mouth against your sternum.
“Something tells me you did too.” He whispers.
Your voice is finally found, somewhere deep in your chest, hidden and nearly forgotten, “What makes you say that?” You ask timidly.
He pulls his head up to look down at you with a confident smirk, “The mess you made.”
To prove his point, he swipes two fingers through your folds, gathering your creamy release before holding it up to the light. He looks so damn proud, like he’s showing off.
“Messy girl.” He smiles, as you watch him bring his coated fingers to his lips, sucking the sin off with a greedy pop from his lips.
“Oh, how selfish of me.” He sighs before grabbing you by the chin, “I should share.”
He pulls your mouth open then slowly leans over you so he can push the mess back through his lips. You oblige like a robot, stunned by the debauchery, letting him guide you through this act. He lets it fall from his lips slowly, creating a long string from his mouth to yours. The second it hits your tongue, something clicks for you. Something dark and smokey settles in your gut, something all consuming and blinding. It rids you of boundaries and reservations, it fills you with nothing but the man in front of you.
He watches you with a pointed gaze, shutting your jaw for you so you can swallow what he gave you.
“What do you say?” He asks.
You feel the burn in your chest, the embers in your skin, “More, please.”
“Fucking hell," The words tumble out as a breath mostly, "You want more?" He questions, grabbing you by the wrist so he can place your palm just above the waist of his pants.
You nod up at him, vision blurred by the heat of his skin against your palm.
"Then take it." He leans down to say it, biting off the words.
A challenge.
You can't possibly disappoint him, you can't possibly leave him wanting. Take it? How are you supposed to take it?
In a wild moment of confidence, mostly your body moving without the permission of your mind, you wrap your legs around his lean hips so you can flip him onto his back.
Your eyes lock the second you feel him pressing against you, hard and thick, and terribly intimidating in length.
He watches you for a moment, then hastily grabs you by the back of the neck so he can pull you down for another kiss. It's hot and needy, full of wicked want and unabashed selfishness. It tickles your ribs, creeps up your neck, and secures itself greedily around all of your common sense.
Tamaki had no intentions of letting you take anything, it's a game to him. He'll let you have your moment, let you feel like you have the reigns, but he'll take it right back. His has you under control, he vows that he always will.
Your chest flutters with a clawing, aching feeling.
More more more.
"Fuck me." It's a prayer, whimpered against his delicate lips, "Please, fuck me." You dig your hands into his hair, cherishing the sweet noises they leave him as you beg.
Under control.
"Tell me you need it." He sighs, answering your prayer by sending his hands down to work urgently at his belt.
"Tell me you need me."
You bring your face back from his just enough to look into his dark eyes, and you see tears welling in them.
He needs to feel needed.
"Please, I need it, I need you, Suneater."
Everything freezes for a brief second, the air thickens and his eyes darken as you wait with a held breath for his next move.
Then, everything is flying around you. You feel the bite of fingertips against your waist, your stomach hits the mattress, possibly the sound of his pants being taken off. Your senses are dulled by the raging swirl of emotions beating inside you as your hips are lifted up, and a hand shoves your face into the pillow.
"Who's your hero?" His voice is rough, his hand gathers your hair and cranks your head to the side, "Who is your fucking hero?" He's barking the words out now, harsh and demanding.
And holy hell does it get you going.
"You are! You're my hero, Suneater." You cry out, craning your neck to look at him.
You expected furrowed brows, a straight mouth and furious eyes. What you're met with is nothing of the sort. A soft pink blush across his cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears, tears wetting his cheek, and a quivering lip.
With your eyes on him, he makes a show of sliding his hand down his front so he can grab at his length. He lets it fall against your ass, heavy and painfully hard.
"Don't forget that." He says simply, sliding his thick head down through your slicked lips.
The contact makes you both shudder deep in your souls.
"Daddy, please." Your voice is pitiful as you fist the sheets and press back against him.
"So slutty." He muses, releasing your hair so he can run his nails down your back, "Poor thing, never been fucked, needs it so bad, doesn't she?"
You nod fervently and fuss as he presses his head against your tight hole. You tense and shiver, not at all prepared for what's to come.
"I need it, I need you, please please please." You have one thought now, no reservations, you need him.
"I'm gonna ruin this little cunt." He says, a warning tone in his voice.
The hand that was tracing your spine suddenly feels very cold and wet.
His damn quirk.
He takes his time, letting the thick tentacle slither around your waist. It wraps around you twice, teasing you with the pops of the suction cups, leaving pretty purple circles all over your abdomen.
He lifts you easily, pulling you up so your back is pressed against his chest.
"Ruin it, please, it's yours, I'm yours." You sniffle, looking down at your trapped position.
With a low, menacing growl, he sinks his teeth into your neck, and his cock into your heat.
Tamaki holds his breath, willing himself not to fill you up right this second. You're too damn tight, so warm and velvety. You're so perfect, and so completely his.
You sob into the air, hands reaching out to hold the headboard as you feel like you're being ripped apart.
"Oh don't scream, Angel, people might think something's wrong." His voice is shaking now, and the hold on your waist tightens.
You focus on relaxing, letting your walls lose their tension, but it's all fruitless. He's too big, he fills you too well, and all you can do is take it.
"Here, let me give that mouth something to do."
His other hand comes around to hold your throat, turning each finger into a tentacle again. It leaves you reeling and gasping as he presses further into you, wrapping what would be his middle finger around your throat. He wraps it around twice, like he did with your waist. The appendage comes up to rest its tip on your bottom lip.
The sensation makes you dizzy, especially when it finally snakes into your panting mouth. It doesn't really taste like anything, it just feels wet and slick, the texture of the suction cups is the strangest thing about it. He rocks his hips so gently, squeezing you tighter everywhere he's holding you.
You don't feel like a moth drawn to a flame, you feel like a moth caught in a spider's web. All tangled up, not willing to fight to escape, not even wanting to.
"You're so damn tight." He stutters out, pressing his hips flush against your own.
You cry out and gag against the tentacle stuffing your mouth, digging your nails into the headboard as he chuckles behind you.
"You're such a pretty little mess for me. Your cunt's already dripping."
You don't doubt it, it has to be with how badly your core aches around him as he stretches you.
Your thighs start to tremble as you wait for him to move, sniffling as the tears fall from your eyes and the drool spills from your lips.
A pretty little mess indeed.
Slowly, he drags his hips back with a hiss before pushing back in. He takes his time with it, building an agonizing pace that offers you no release. There's only the pressure, only your clit screaming for attention, only the maddening tease of his head against your sweet spot with every torturous push in.
"Fuck angel, I gotta break this pussy in, don't I?" His words pull another pitiful moan from you, nodding and whining is all you're capable of.
His picks up speed just enough to make you tense even more, still painful, still mind numbing.
"You look so fucking pretty on the end of my cock."
His words pour over you like hot wax, heating you up, making you drip. The heat seeps deep into your skin, making you squirm and clench.
He speeds his thrusting up slightly, then more, and more, and more, until you’re shrieking and choking against the tentacle stuffing your mouth. Your hands fly up to claw at it, wanting to tell him how it feels, wanting to thank him for the way he’s fucking you.
It’s still painful, each thrust splits you open with a sting, but it’s so damn good. The sharp stretching is absolutely spectacular, and it sends your brain into somewhere dark and smokey, it leaves you with a wide open feeling in your chest. It leaves you wanting more.
“What’s the matter, sweet thing?” He taunts, “Tell me about it, then, how’s Daddy make you feel?” He turns each tentacle back into a finger slowly, pulling out of your mouth, leaving you a gasping mess.
Through spit and tears, you praise him, words spewing out between moans as your body jolts from each punishing snap of his hips.
“So fucking good! You make me feel so good!” You cry, clinging to his forearm as he brings you closer to his chest.
The tentacle around your waist starts to slither down your stomach, “This isn’t even half of what I’m capable of doing to you,” The tip of it gives the hood of your clit a teasing flick, “-and you’re already such a slut for me.” His chuckle is dark and full as the tip of his skilled tentacle zeros in on your sweet spot, rubbing and wriggling against it until you’re screaming.
“Say it. Say you’re my little slut.” His words are a harsh demand against your ear, leaving no room for disobedience.
“I- f-fuck- I can’t! I ca-an’t!” You sob, not able to catch your breath between thrusts.
Tamaki eats that right up, swelling with pride as he fucks you speechless, delirious with the fact that he finally has your cunt gripping his cock.
Before he can bark another order at you, you finally pull the words out of your closing throat, "I'm your slut," You gasp as drool rolls down your chin, "I'm your little slut."
He throws his head back and throws everything he has into every thrust, his moans are obscene, high pitched and broken as he feels how hard you squeeze him when he speeds up the tip of his tentacle against your clit.
"Give it to me, I feel that greedy cunt tryin' to milk me, give me that fuckin cum." He huffs against your ear. Your entire body seizes up, shaking violently as ribbons of pleasure shoot through you. You pulse around Tamaki almost violently, earning some very rough sounding moans from him as he works you through it.
Your orgasm lasts for what feels like an eternity, you shiver with every throb of your walls. It possesses that same almost painful pleasure, and it's everything you've ever wanted. At some point, the tentacle around your waist turns to a hand, still absentmindedly rubbing you as you come down.
He lets your torso fall forward, leaving you bent over and exposed for him. His hands smooth over your ass, and you realize he's still so fucking hard.
"Can you take more, angel?"
You nod against the tear soaked pillow you've pressed your face into, not sure that you even can, but willing to try.
"Good," He bends down to press kisses into your spine as he pulls out, "'Cause you're going to."
He pulls out, almost full of regret, wanting to live the rest of his life buried inside you.
Now he can have some fun, mind cleared slightly by finally feeling you come undone around him. He's still hazy, still slightly frenzied, but less ravenous, less of a starved man waiting for his meal, more of a well fed man waiting for desert.
His hands hold your waist gently so he can guide you onto your back. You oblige, more than willing to let him have his way.
You finally get a good look at him, and you're astounded by just how pretty his dick looks. All pale and pink, swollen and shiny, it makes you dizzy with admiration.
"You're terribly beautiful." He whispers, cradling your waist so he can worship your stomach with soft kisses, "I don't believe you're even real."
Sweetness oozes through your tingling limbs, pouring over you like warm honey. His tender mouth brings you back down, soothes you into a state of catharsis. Your body settles, but your heart picks back up when his lips are on your hips.
Your eyes meet his, and you share the sentiment that he just might not be real. He pears up at you through a mess of indigo hair, eyes full of what you can only describe as devotion.
He explores your body with his hands, dipping his thumbs into every crook he can, palming handfuls of your plush thighs. He seems to have a soft spot for your hips though, pulling at your love handles, letting his breath speed up each time until he's panting against you.
With every pull of his hands, you bend for him, push into him, work with him. You both find a rhythm, falling into an easy dance of grabbing and needing.
"I want to keep you." He breathes, placing a hand on either side of your waist so he can lift himself over you, "I want to have you."
He gathers your legs while he speaks, hooking his hands under your knees so he can fold you up.
"You have me." You whisper, reaching out to lay your fingers on the sides of his ribs.
You watch his skin twitch under your touch, you watch his eyebrows sag into an almost heartbroken look.
He looks down between your bodies, quivering when he sees his heavy cock resting against your stomach. He feels so incredibly proud of you in that moment, for taking him so well, and asking for more.
She's mine. She said I have her.
The concept brings another wave of primal desire crashing down on his self control.
His fingers dig into your skin, biting at the flesh, spreading you open for him as he puts his weight on your legs.
You clench in anticipation, teased by the pressure of his hot length resting against you.
"I can take it." You say quietly, sliding your hands up his lean body so you can lace them into his inky hair.
He melts into your touch, stunned by your gorgeous submission.
"Fuck, angel." His words are shattered as they fall from his lips.
You reach down between your bodies and wrap your hand around his weeping tip. He trembles and hiccups as you push him down so he's lined up with where you need him.
"Please, I want all of it." m.
“Careful.” He pants, looking down at you with a warning in his eyes.
It doesn’t create hesitation in you though, only curiosity.
“We’re being careful now?” You tease, sliding him up and down your slit.
“You little devil.” He hisses, grabbing your wrist harshly, “You think you’re cute, don’t you?”
You freeze and blink up at him, once again shocked by his quick change in temperament.
“You wanna act like a tease now?” He questions, bringing your hand up so he can press it into the mattress with his.
“Did you find yourself a cute little attitude?” His voice drips with venom, it bites at your insides and melts your skin.
“That’s ok, angel.” He lets your hand go so he can press on the backs of your thighs again, successfully folding you completely in half, “I’ll fuck it out of you.”
Before you can breathe, blink, or respond, he’s splitting you open with a brutal pace. He laughs deep in his chest when you cry out, he mocks you when your hands fly to his abs in an attempt to slow his assault. A wicked smile spreads across his pretty face when tears stain your flushed cheeks once again.
“Cryin’ again so soon? Is it too much, baby? You need Daddy to slow down?” He’s testing you, only thrusting harder as he taunts you for your sobbing and moaning.
“No!” You gasp between tears, “Don’t stop, please, fuck me like that.”
“That’s my girl.”
His thrusts are ruthless, sharp, unforgiving. He rocks your body and the bed with each plunge in, headboard crashing against the wall. Each drive into you is enchanting, it teaches you something new, opens new doors, shows you a new, brilliant world of depravity. The way the pleasure shoots all the way up your spine with every drag of his cock, it’s something you want to feel until you die, you’d even be happy if this is the way you die.
You watch him disappear inside of you over and over, pulling out just as quick, covered in slick and sin. Tamaki is in his own feral world, watching your lovely face crumble and pout as he fills you. His hands are angry against the back of your thighs, nails digging in hard enough to bring little pearls of scarlet to the surface.
When you start to whine from the sting, he flashes you a lazy smile before stuffing his fingers into your mouth. He presses the blood covered fingertips into your tongue just enough to make drool spill from the sides of your mouth.
“Hush, you’ll learn to love it.”
His smile turns wolfish when he watches your eyes roll back. It’s all so black-hearted, it’s everything you’ve kept yourself from, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.
You both throb and cry then, your bodies smack as they meet, obscene and wet as you chase your undoing. Tamaki knows he’s not going to last much longer, and he curses himself for it. He doesn’t want to stop, especially when you wince so sweetly when his thrusts are a little too deep. He wants to watch you suck his fingers forever, crying against his palm as he turns you into his perfect little slut.
“You’re gonna give me one more, aren’t you, angel? You owe me that, I saved your life after all.” He slides his fingers from your mouth, dragging your spit down your chin before grabbing you by the throat, “Answer if you can, I know it must be hard to speak when you’re getting fucked this good.”
His words drown you in lust, your hands claw at his back, painting angry red lines down the pretty porcelain canvas, “Take it! Fuck- Take it, Suneater, take it all.”
It’s not a demand, it’s a plea, it’s a craving formed deep within your freshly corrupted heart.
Your begging pulls desperate, whiny sounds from him. With his eyes screwed shut he lets the hand on your thigh manifest the tentacles in place of his fingers. He throws all of his energy into that, trying to stall the twitching of his dick as your hot insides massage him with their relentless pulsing.
“Are you sure about that?” He tests, letting the tentacles snake around your thigh before slithering down to where your bodies meet.
Immediately, one starts flicking at your clit, making your back go rigid as he grins down at his good work.
You wail his name, nails biting at his skin even more but he pays no mind. He has a mission, he’s going to take all of it.
He focuses on making his tentacles grow, two long enough to reach up your body and tug at your nipples, and one other snaking down through the mess you’re making to prod at your asshole. Your eyes widen with shock as your body ignites, it’s too much, it’s all too much. Every sensation is heightened, every poke and flick and thrust sends shards of pleasure flying through you, piercing you from every direction.
You let yourself cry completely then, throwing your head against Tamaki’s collar bone before sobbing into his chest. You know you’re cumming, you can feel it somewhere amongst all the other stimulation, but it’s nearly drowned out, and Tamaki is still fucking you just as hard as he was when this all started.
“More, you have more for me, I fucking know it.” He huffs as he finally pushes into your ass with the tentacle.
The ones on your nipples latch on with their suction cups as he fills you more and more.
“Give it to me, angel, give it all to your hero.”
That’s the final push, the last thing you need to send you into the most frenzied orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Your vision goes white as your body convulses, ripped apart by the flames of euphoria that turn everything you’ve ever known to ash. Somewhere in the distance you hear Tamaki praising you, telling you how tight you feel, how beautiful you look, how good you are for him.
It’s lost in the fray, though, all blurring together as you shake violently around him. The only thing that brings you back slightly, is the break in his voice when he sobs, “I’m gonna stuff that little cunt with my cum, I’m gonna make you mine.”
Your hand is at the back of his neck instantly, pulling him down for a messy, aimless kiss. His moans spill into your mouth as his hips falter, turning to slow, stuttering thrusts as he starts to pump his release deep into you.
“I’m yours - I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours.” You chant it against his lips as his tears fall to your cheeks, mixing with your own as you both shatter for each other.
Coming back down isn't easy at all. It's slow and needy, your hands still pulling at whatever skin they can grab, hips rolling against each other, trying with everything you both have to prolong that rapturous feeling.
Frantically, painfully, he pulls himself out of you. He slides his hot mouth down your body, nipping and sucking as he descends to your messy cunt. He spreads your legs wide so he can bury his face between them. He teases your clit briefly, but moves quickly to press his open mouth against your hole.
Your skin boils as you watch the nasty show. His eyes cross sinfully and flutter shut as he tongue at your well used pussy. When he pulls back, his chin is covered in some wretched mixture of your combined releases. He moves back up your body like an animal stalking its prey.
He grabs your jaw and you open so willingly. His mouth is on yours instantly, pushing the warm liquid onto your tongue with his own. It’s a spunky, intense flavor, almost overwhelming as he spreads it around your mouth. It creates a dark, blurry feeling in your chest, though. It makes you feel alive, it makes you want more.
He pulls back slowly, a thick string of saliva and sin connecting your lips as he pants down at you.
“You’re such a good little girl.”
His lips are everywhere, pressing against your cheekbones, your nose, your forehead. His hands return to normal so he can cradle your face. You both lay there, still joined, catching your breath.
"Angel?"
The tenderness in his voice pulls you back down to earth, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself lost in his. It’s a harsh but marvelous contrast with the sharp edges of his previous behavior.
"Does anything h-hurt?" He asks timidly.
The stutter is back, the anxious look in his eyes, the restlessness in his hands.
You reach out to hold his face like he's holding yours, "Tamaki, no, nothing hurts. You made me feel so good."
You don't ever want to be a source of hesitation for him again. You want to make it better. He's brilliant, he's brave, he saved your damn life. He doesn't need to be so scared around you.
"You're my hero, Suneater." You pull him down for a soft, intimate kiss.
He breathes out against you, more of his tears wet your cheeks but you don't mind.
He's allowed to feel this, he earned this.
When the kiss breaks he searches your face, waiting for you to laugh at him, to push him off, to change your mind.
You don't, though.
You stay there with him, loving him and full of him.
"And you're mine."
You both settle there, kissing skin that hasn't been kissed before, finding ways to make each other fall even more.
Tamaki tells himself he did the right thing. You don't ever have to know why Dabi chose your house to break into. You don't ever need to be told that he spent endless nights watching you from the window, because he has you know.
It would be wrong of him to tell you, you wouldn't understand it. It would break your heart and ruin everything. Then, it would get messy. You might try to run away, and that would mean he'd have to keep you in different ways.
He shakes the thoughts from his head. He can keep you like this, laid out and blushing for him, so soft and beautiful.
You belong to him now, and that's all that there is.
"Can I take care of you?” He asks softly, playing with the necklace he gave you as he gives you a shy glance.
“You just did.” You let yourself laugh a little as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“No, not like that.” He smiles softly, dipping down to kiss your neck so softly you almost can’t feel it, “Like this.”
He presses his lips against a mark you didn’t know he made, lingering for a moment as his eyes flutter shut.
“These say that you’re mine.” His thumb traces over one of the circular bruises on your ribs, “They say you have someone protecting you.”
The prospect makes your heart soar. He’s right, belonging to him means you’ll always be safe, you’ll always have somebody willing to fight for you, maybe even somebody willing to stay with you.
“This says that you belong to me.” He loops a finger around the delicate pearl on your necklace, pulling gently, not enough to make you go anywhere, but enough to make you feel the metal tug against the back of your neck.
‘You do belong to me, don’t you.” He asks, a wild, fearful look in his eyes.
You do, you just told him so, you just cried to him and vowed that you were his just moments ago.
“I do, I belong to you, I swear.” You reassure him, pulling a deep sigh from his chest.
You don’t understand the way he aches for you, the way he’s addicted to you. He was already hooked, from just glances and flighty touches. Now, having felt your soft skin, the tuck of your waist, having seen you cry and heard you call his name, he’s willing to admit his obsession.
He does take care of you, he does it beautifully. He carries you to the bathroom where he sets you on the edge of the tub. He fills it with warm, soapy water before picking you up bridal style so he can settle into the water with you in his lap.
Neither of you bother to turn a light on, content with the glow of the moon shining through the skylight. Tamaki paints your shoulders with soft kisses as he rubs soothing circles into your back. He takes his sweet time, wiping away the sweat and the tears, mindful of the tender spots on the back of your thighs.
“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful.” He sighs, “An angel, nothing less.”
You melt into him, lost in his praise, blinded by his devotion as well as your own.
Tamaki is just as lost, if not more, only becoming more possessive with every gentle touch, with every whispered adoration.
This is how it’s meant to be, and you don’t ever need to know how it all fell into place. He did the right thing, after all. This isn’t a problem, he’s in love. He’s in love and now he has you.
He intends on keeping it that way.
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child reader (Pt.4)
tommy x child!reader || whys he here??
someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)
pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5
masterlist
this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon
This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.
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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno.
(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.
On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.
“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room.
They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!��� and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.”
(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.
“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”
Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.
On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed.
The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.
“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action.
“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.
They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.
Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”
Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.
Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly.
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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.
He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!"
Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more.
"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time.
Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?"
Ah shit he's onto us
Kill him
Haha he looks funny
Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try."
Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid.
"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?”
“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.
“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid.
Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”
Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food.
When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy.
“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.
The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.
The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house.
Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.
Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.
#tommyinnit x child reader#tommyinnit x reader#mcyt x reader#tommyinnit#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit x y/n#technoblade#technoblade x reader#dreamsmp x reader#x reader#child reader
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Teach Me Something I Don’t Know: Part I
Summary: When Will asks him to pick Michael up from school, Spencer may or may not develop a schoolboy crush on the kindergarten teacher.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff
Warnings/Includes: none
Word count: 2.5k
a/n: Here she is! I’m not sure exactly what it is about Spencer Reid x teacher!reader, but it is my most requested fic topic, and I am happy to oblige! This is the first in a multi-part series. Weird is Good also takes place in this verse. Any teacher!reader requests will be folded into this verse as well, so feel free to continue sending me those!
Series Masterlist
Click here for the story mentioned, read by everybody’s fave Michelle Obama.
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“A strong geographical profile is one of the most important pieces of the overall behavioral profile; it significantly narrows the area the team has to cover, allows for law enforcement teams to prioritize and maximize limited resources, and helps focus the investigation in conjunction with the other elements of the profile. And that wraps our section on building geographical profiles!” Spencer smiled at the faces in front of him, gesturing to the board. “The information we covered today will make up a significant portion of your midterm, so make sure to review it before next week. See you all next Thursday!”
As his students began packing up their things, Spencer’s phone rang from inside his bag. When he retrieved the phone and saw Will’s name on the caller ID, his brow furrowed in concern. “Will— everything ok?”
“Hey, yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” he assured him. “I’m sorry to ask, but JJ’s on a case, and my partner and I just finished our last call clear on the other side of the city. Henry’s got soccer practice, but Michael’s gotta be picked up in about— well, shit, right about now. Would you mind picking him up and bringing him ‘round to the house?”
Spencer looped the strap of his bag over his shoulder and started up the aisle out of the lecture hall. “Yeah, of course! It’s over by the Naval Observatory, right?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. If you pull ‘round the parking lot, they usually come out the side door. His teacher’s real sweet, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ll let her know you’re picking him up.”
“Okay, sounds good.” Spencer pushed open the door and made his way down the hall.
“You’re the best,” Will drawled. “I’ll only be about half an hour.”
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When Spencer pulled the baby blue Volvo into the parking lot of the school, he saw Michael and Ms. Y/L/N sitting on the steps of school. Their heads were so close they were almost touching, looking down at a book laying across their laps. Her legs were stretched out straight and she pointed down to the page, saying something that made Michael throw his little head back in a laugh that floated in through the open window of the car. Spencer grinned at the familiar sound as he pulled around the carpool loop.
When he recovered from the giggles, Michael caught sight of the car and waved his hand excitedly at Spencer. Ms. Y/L/N looked up and gave a wave as well, albeit a little less vigorous. She closed the book and turned her torso slightly to unzip Michael’s backpack and drop the book into it.
Spencer put the car in park, stepped out, and walked around the car to meet the two of them. Michael was already up and running, throwing himself at Spencer’s legs and hugging them tightly. He leaned down to return the hug. “Hey, buddy! How was school?”
“It was amazing,” Michael gushed, pulling out of the hug to gesture wildly. “We learned how to write the zzz sound, and now we know all the sounds! Oh, and then we used blocks in math, and that was so fun, because Ms. Y/L/N let us build with them when we were done counting. Oh, and then we learned about frogs, and they are so cool. Did you know that frogs have night vision? Oh, and Ms. Y/L/N said I could borrow my favorite book from the classroom library! She read it to me already while we were waiting for you, but maybe you could read it to me, too? I can read some of the words but not all of them yet, so I still need some help.”
Spencer smiled widely at him. “Wow, that does sound like an amazing day. I did know that about frogs, actually! And of course, I’d love to read with you.”
“The book’s called Giraffe Problems, and it’s about this giraffe named Edward who doesn’t like his neck.” Michael looked at Ms. Y/L/N. “What’s the turtle’s name again?”
“Cyrus,” Ms. Y/L/N reminded him.
“Right, Cyrus.” He looked at Spencer. “See, that one is tricky because c’s don’t usually make the sss sound, but sometimes they do. Ms. Y/L/N’s teaching me about it, even though she said it’s kinda hard for kindergarten.”
“Because you’ve got a big, powerful brain, right?” she said, tapping her temple and winking at Michael. “I’m Ms. Y/L/N, by the way. You must be the infamous uncle Spencer. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Then she smiled at him and his big, powerful brain melted inside of his skull.
Michael continued talking, and Spencer briefly wondered if this is how people felt when he rambled. Michael lost his attention immediately, because all he could do was stare at Ms. Y/L/N. Her eyes glinted with humor as he chattered on. She followed his expressive motions with well-timed nods and mhmms, a skill she’d no doubt honed through years of indulging kindergarten babbling. She met Spencer’s eyes every so often, only a slight eyebrow raise indicating her amusement. Her hair had been tied back, but soft pieces had come loose throughout the day, falling into her face and around her shoulders. Up close, he could see that the print of her collared a-line dress was hundreds of green frogs. On her feet were a pair of beat up, low top converse, and Spencer thought he could physically feel the crush branding the chambers of his heart. He was jolted out of his thoughts by Michael’s hand tugging on his pant leg, and he looked down to see him looking up expectantly.
“Sorry, what?” Spencer asked him.
“I said,” Michael repeated with a sigh, “can we look up the author and see if he has any other books?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Of course, buddy.”
“Jory John has lots of amazing books,” Ms. Y/L/N confirmed. “You’ll love the series he wrote with Pete Oswald.” She smiled at the pair of them before checking her watch. “I’ve gotta go pack up, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Michael.” She winked at Spencer, and he almost swallowed his tongue. “It was nice meeting you, uncle Spencer.” She waved again and then turned up the stairs to disappear into the building.
Spencer let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding, and then turned to Michael. “Well. All right, are you ready to go home?”
…
They were settled into the car and halfway home before Michael finally needed to take a breath. Spencer capitalized on the break in conversation.
“So, Ms. Y/L/N seems pretty cool,” Spencer hedged.
“Yeah, she’s the best,” Michael confirmed with a nod. “On Fridays she lets us put on the smocks and paint. And she has really good story voices. Oh, and she also has these really cool blocks that stick together—magnet blocks. And when I fell off the jungle gym and got a big scrape, she gave me a Paw Patrol bandaid! And she gives great hugs.”
“Good story voices, huh?” Spencer met Michael’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “Better than mine?”
Michael tilted his head in deep thought. “Hmmmm. It’s pretty close. Your wizard voice is good, but she does accents.”
Spencer blew out a dramatic breath. “Guess I’m going to have to up my game.”
“You’re gonna have to practice a lot, because Ms. Y/L/N reads to us every day.” Michael raised his eyebrows in a challenge.
“Hey!” Spencer looked incredulous. “I read every day, too!”
“Yeah, but do you read with story voices every day?” Michael clarified.
Spencer sighed. “Well, I guess not.”
“It’s okay, uncle Spencer,” Michael soothed. “You can’t be the best at everything.”
“So they are better than mine?”
Michael pressed his lips together, and Spencer almost laughed at how much he looked like JJ. “... maybe.”
…
A trail of shoes and school supplies led to the couch, where Spencer and Michael sat shoulder to shoulder. They were on their second read of Giraffe Problems. Spencer took a long, dramatic breath before launching into Cyrus’ banana speech, and Michael burst into a fit of giggles. With his best theatrical voice, Spencer read down the page. “Yet, day after day, I’ve felt like such a fool as I stretched my neck toward those greedy branches, only to be limited by my own physical shortcomings.” He flipped the page and changed his tone. “You… want a banana from a tree?” He looked at Michael and said, quickly and in a low voice, “That’s what I said, yes.” Michael wheezed out another laugh.
Spencer finished the story, Michael mouthing the words along with him. When they reached the last page, Spencer softly closed the book and propped his feet up on the coffee table. “That’s a pretty great story.”
“Yeah,” Michael agreed. “Ms. Y/L/N said she likes it because it reminds us that we gotta love ourselves and our bodies for how they are.”
Spencer nodded. “Absolutely. We’re all different, and that’s what makes us special.”
“Yeah. I just really like when he’s wearing all the scarves.” Michael burst into another fit of laughter, and Spencer couldn’t help but laugh with him.
The front door opened, and Will was smiling as he stepped over the threshold. “I could hear y’all laughing all the way down the sidewalk.”
“Daddy!” Michael jumped up from the couch, and Will bent to scoop him up, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Hey, kiddo. Sorry I couldn’t pick you up. It sure sounds like you and uncle Spencer had fun, though.” He shot Spencer a wide smile.
“We read Giraffe Problems. Can we read it again later?” Michael asked.
“Sure thing. We can read it before bedtime.” Will set him down, furrowing his brow. “Wait, Giraffe Problems? Is that a new one?”
Michael shook his head. “Ms. Y/L/N let me borrow it from the library. I have to give it back in two weeks.”
“Man, Michael, you really lucked out, huh?” Will posited. “Ms. Y/L/N is so good to you.”
“Jeez, everybody’s saying that today,” Michael sighed. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N is amazing, we all know this.”
“All right, sass monster. I didn’t know uncle Spencer thought she was amazing, too.” Will grinned. “We gotta go pick up Henry in a few minutes. I’ll get you a snack, and you can pick up your things?” He gestured to the mess of shoes and school supplies in the foyer.
Spencer smiled sheepishly. “That’s probably my fault. We were just so excited to read the book.”
“Ah yeah, I know how he gets.” Will crossed to the kitchen. “A one track mind, that one. Thanks again for picking him up today.”
Spencer stood from the couch and followed, hands stuffed in his pockets. “It’s no problem at all! I can do it any time.”
“Well, I don’t want to bother y—”
“It’s not a bother!” Spencer schooled his voice back into a normal register at Will’s raised eyebrow. “It—It’s not a bother at all. I, um— I have a lot of free time when I’m on sabbatical. Especially since I’m only teaching one course this semester. Plus, I love seeing the boys.”
“I’ll remember that.” Will smiled. “So… Ms. Y/L/N’s amazing, huh?”
Spencer just knew that his cheeks were as red as the apple Will was cutting up. He tried to shrug nonchalantly. “Yeah, she was— she was really nice.”
“She’s not bad looking, either,” Will supplied. When Spencer’s mouth fell open, Will continued, “What? JJ thinks so, too. Don’t tell me you didn’t even look, because I know that’s a lie.”
Spencer sputtered, “I— well, I—”
“Daddy, can we get an ice-cream on the way home?” Michael interrupted, completely unfazed.
Will laughed. “Saved by the bell, uncle Spencer. Yeah, buddy, we can get ice-cream.”
…
“It’s not weird to look her up. I just want to know more about the person who’s educating my godson,” Spencer tried to reassure himself as he pulled up the school’s website. He scrolled to find the teacher pages, a little smile crossing his face when he saw Ms. Y/L/N’s picture— white ruffled shirt, red bow, and black hat. A perfect tribute to Mary Poppins.
He dropped his smile. “She barely said five sentences to you, and you didn’t say anything back.” His eyes wandered over the links on the side, landing on the About Me section. “But she did say she’d heard a lot about you, so it’s only fair that you get to know a little about her.” Against his better judgment, he clicked the page link. A photo of Ms. Y/L/N— grinning and holding a very distraught-looking black cat— popped up on the screen, and Spencer laughed aloud.
I grew up on a farm outside of Fayetteville, NC before moving to Boston to complete my undergraduate degree. I moved to DC to earn my Master’s in Early Childhood Education, and I have been teaching here for 8 years! I love working with young learners, because children grow so much in their foundational years. Watching a child have a lightbulb moment is one of my greatest joys. When I'm not in the classroom, I love to read, travel, play scrabble, and spend time with my cat Roald (pronounced Roo-all)!
Spencer scrolled through the pictures of Ms. Y/L/N and her students. There were pictures in their “smocks,” which Spencer discovered were really just old t-shirts. There was one of her in the middle of some very animated story telling, and another of a field trip to the zoo. In each one, the smiles beamed out through the computer screen in a digital portrait of unbridled joy, contagious even over the waves of the internet. Smiling to himself, he clicked on the tab labeled Teaching Philosophy.
I believe that every child is an extraordinary and essential piece of our classroom puzzle. In order to nurture the unique individuality of each of my students, I work hard to make our classroom a safe, positive, and supportive community where students are given the space to express themselves. Our classroom culture is also one of kindness and creativity, where each individual is valued and celebrated for who they are!
Spencer swallowed the unexpected lump in his throat as he thought back on his own school career. While his teachers had always appreciated his intelligence, he honestly couldn’t recall a moment where he had felt valued for just… being himself. The majority of his time in school had been spent unsuccessfully fending off bullies, completing other students’ homework, or being gawked at like some sort of alien. He was grateful that Michael would hopefully never go through anything like what he’d experienced; at least not while Ms. Y/L/N was around.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he leaned back in the desk chair to pull it out. He swiped it open to read the incoming text.
JJ: So......... you like Ms. Y/L/N, huh? 😉😉😉
Spencer: What?! Did Will tell you that? I didn’t say that.
JJ: Some things you don’t have to say out loud, Spence.
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Day 64: Shower
There were a lot of benefits to living in a muggle flat in London.
Draco never had to worry about being recognized, it was delightfully noisy (always an added bonus when you woke up from a nightmare, it was very grounding), and one of his neighbors was always leaving him baked goods just outside his door.
But there were definite downsides as well. Mostly that when things broke (which pretty much seemed to be always) he couldn't use magic to fix it and had to wait for the muggle repair man.
"You're sure you can't get here any sooner than Friday to fix the shower?" he asked the maintenance man over the muggle mobile he'd purchased shortly before moving in.
"I'll get there as soon as I can but it's Friday at the earliest," the man replied, "right now I have a busted toilet, a broken garbage disposal, a kitchen light repair, a cabinet door replacement, a window that won't open, a door knob that the lock sticks on, and an ac unit that is pumping in hot air."
Draco resisted the urge to tell him to hire some help and sighed, "Right. Thank you."
The man grunted in response and hung up.
After a moment of contemplating his options, he gathered up his bath supplies and marched down the hall. When he'd moved in a girl named Amelia had told him if he ever needed anything just to come knock on her door. She'd said that she and her boyfriend would be happy to help, and she had even mentioned a shower breaking specifically.
Steeling himself he knocked, "Amelia?" he called. "It's Thomas from 116," he added, he'd almost gotten used to calling himself that. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but my shower is broken and-"
"Just a minute!" a distinctly male voice called back.
And he waited, feeling more embarrassed since couldn't recall having ever met Amelia's boyfriend. He hoped that he wouldn't think that Draco was a creep.
"Sorry," the man called, and Draco heard the locks being slid from their places, "Amelia and I broke up but I'd be glad to help wi-"
The door opened and Draco felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. "Potter?" he spluttered
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"Draco Malfoy, what the actual fuck?"
"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.
Potter drew back like Draco had slapped him, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
Before Draco could respond, Delores from the room between their rooms emerged and Potter grabbed him by the front of his tshirt and dragged him inside of his flat.
Draco barely had a moment to notice that his flat was surprisingly cozy before Potter was standing in front of him once more, arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here!" Draco exclaimed. "I've lived here for six months!"
"Well I have lived here for almost a year!" Potter replied. "How did you find this place?"
"Do you know how hard it is to find a flat to rent in London?" Draco asked.
Potter paused, "Actually, yes," he replied. "And this place is enough of a shit-hole that there is a rotating tenant-base."
"Where's Amelia?"
Potter's brow furrowed, "How do you know Amelia?"
"I don't," he said with a shrug, "I met her when I was moving in and she told me if my shower ever broke I should just come knock on her door."
Potter sighed, "Damn."
"What?" Draco asked, feeling like he'd missed something.
"Oh nothing," Potter said, waving him off, "I'd just really been hoping that the guy I caught her cheating on me with was the only one."
Draco spluttered, "I was not romantically involved with your girlfriend."
"No," Potter replied, "No, I know. Just we worked opposite shifts so she was home in the day and I was home at night, and," he shrugged, "Well, you know how it goes."
Draco pinched his arm, he must be dreaming.
Potter turned and wandered toward his kitchen and Draco couldn't help but wonder if he was meant to follow him. "Tea?" Potter called over his shoulder.
And really, Draco had just meant to beg to use the shower but that little part of him that desperately loved gossip decided tea was a better plan. "Please."
The other man sent a smile at him over his shoulder, dimple popping up and Merlin, when had Potter gotten this attractive?
"So," he said as he put the kettle on, "What do you do?"
"I'm going to a muggle university, actually," Draco replied as he found a seat on a stool at the island, "studying to be a solicitor."
"Huh," Potter said, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, "That suits you."
"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," he said, brow furrowed.
"Oh, nothing," Potter assured, "Just you're clever, good at arguing, and good at finding loop holes, I imagine."
At the earnest look on Potter's face, he decided not to take offense. "What is it that you do?"
Potter smiled at him, "I work at an animal shelter."
Draco blinked, he'd never expected that answer.
"I know," Potter laughed, "It's not what anyone expected but it makes me happy and it feels like good work."
The kettle whistled and Potter turned around to fetch down a couple of mugs and make them tea. "How long have you been living out of the wizarding world?"
"A little over a year," he replied. "It was just too difficult," Draco said, "I was mobbed everywhere I went, sent death threats," he added, "Not that I don't deserve them-"
"You don't," Potter said sharply, spinning around to face him. "Godric, Draco, you were just a kid. We all were."
He swallowed and looked down at the island, "Be that as it may," he said carefully, "I think it's easier for people." He made a vague gesture, "Not to have to see me."
"The pressure in the wizarding community is unreal," Potter said, setting a cup of tea along with the sugar bowl in front of Draco before he made his way to his refrigerator, "You still don't take cream, do you?"
"No," he replied with a little smile, pleased that he wasn't the only one to still remember oddities about the other.
"Why don't we go into the living room?" he suggested. "My furniture in there is much more comfortable."
Draco followed along behind him and settled onto what appeared to be the least squishy piece of furniture, a beige chair. Potter seemed to have no such qualms and sunk into a cozy rocking chair. Draco cleared his throat, "You've been gone for how long now?" he asked.
"Almost two and a half years," Potter replied before taking a sip of tea.
"Do you miss it?" Draco asked.
Shrugging one shoulder he answered, "Sometimes. I still go to the Weasley's most Sundays and I go for birthday parties and holidays. It's enough." He took another sip of tea, his eyes glued to Draco in that piercing way of his and it felt like it had been ages since someone had actually seen him. "What about you? Do you miss it?"
"At the beginning," he confessed, "But less now."
Potter hummed, seemingly waiting for Draco to continue
"Did you go to-"
Potter waved him off, "My life is exceptionally boring, I assure you. Tell me about you," he said. "Tell me about school, about what you want to do with your degree, tell me about acclimating to Muggle life," he chuckled, "tell me everything."
And so Draco did. He talked about his classes, talked about how difficult certain parts of living like a muggle were, talked about doing work with children, talked about doing a double major in law and in psychology. Draco talked, and talked, and talked while Harry listened; and he realized it had been a really long time since someone had done this with him.
He was in the middle of a story about how he hadn't understood how pens worked when Harry's mobile rang. With a wince he pulled it out of his pocket, "Sorry," he said, silencing it only for it to start ringing again a minute later. He huffed, "Sorry," he repeated. "It's Hermione and Ron. They'll just keep calling if I don't answer, give me just a minute."
"Of course," he said.
Harry gave him a little smile, "I'll get some more tea," he added before picking up.
Over the tiny little speaker Draco could hear cheering and hollering before a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday was sung and Draco felt the blood drain from his face. He pulled out his own mobile and clicked the wake button. July 31
He felt like such an arse, here he was blabbering away at the other man when Potter probably had a million things he'd rather be doing.
"Thank you," Potter said over the phone from the kitchen. "I'm a bit busy just now," he broke off to listen to some chatter. "Yes. I'll be by on Sunday to celebrate." Another pause, "Yes. Love you all, too. Kisses to Rosie and Teddy."
When he returned he said, "Sorry, you were saying about the pens?"
"I feel like an absolute clot," Draco said.
"What? Why?"
"It's your birthday!" he exclaimed, "and here I've sat for the past two hours talking your ear off about..." he trailed off, "Complete nonsense!"
"Oh, it's fine," he said, waving Draco off, "This is way better than the way I was planning to spend my birthday."
"Oh? Why don't I believe you?" he asked.
"No really," Potter said earnestly. "I was just going to go for a walk and then hang out around the house."
"But why? Don't your friends want to see you?"
"Oh, the Weasleys are away. They went on a trip to Spain; when they made the plans, I'd planned to be on a beach in the Galapagos with Amelia."
"I'm taking you to dinner," he said firmly.
"I couldn't impo-"
"I insist," he interrupted. "I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Well if you insist," Harry said with a laugh.
"Good. I'm going to use your shower and then go get dressed and we're leaving in twenty minutes."
He chuckled, "It's a date."
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And it really had felt like a date, Draco reflected as they strolled back toward their apartment building after a long dinner with multiple courses and dessert.
"Thank you, by the way," Harry said, his shoulder bumping lightly into Draco's when they were just outside of their building.
"Don't mention it," he replied. "It's the least I could do."
Harry stopped and looked over at him, so Draco stopped next to him, "It's not, though," he said. "You didn't have to do any of this."
"I wanted to," he huffed.
He started to lean in closer, "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong," he whispered.
"What?"
"This," he murmured before his fingers cupped Draco's cheek and his lips pressed, soft and dry, against Draco's lips.
Harry drew back, "Alright?" he whispered.
Draco's fingers clenched in the front of Harry's shirt and he tugged him back in, slotting their lips together once more. The fingers on Harry's right hand slid through Draco's hair and his other slipped around Draco's back, drawing their bodies flush against one another as Harry's tongue brushed over Draco's bottom lip.
They stood on the sidewalk and kissed for a long moment before Harry pulled back and murmured, "Come home with me?"
"Are you sure?" Draco asked, brow furrowing.
"Never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied, pecking Draco's lips again.
He couldn't help but smile as he nodded his consent and Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him inside and straight to his bedroom.
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Later, when they were still lying in bed talking about whatever nonsense came into the heads, Harry said, "Draco?"
"Mmmh?"
"This was probably the best birthday I've ever had."
He rolled onto his side so he could see Harry's face illuminated by the moonlight. Harry reached up and brushed his forefinger over Draco's cheekbone and Draco responded, "You've not had many good birthdays, then, have you?"
Harry laughed, "I've had some good birthdays."
"Next year," Draco said before he could think through what he was about to say, "Next year I will give you the best birthday you've ever had."
"Oh?" Harry said, grinning widely at him.
At the sweet, innocent look on Harry's face, he let himself dream, let himself imagine what life could turn out like. He nodded, "I'll wake you up with lazy morning sex, you seem like the type to really enjoy that."
"I am," Harry affirmed, his dimples showing.
Draco leaned in and pressed a kiss to the nearest dimple and said, "Then, I'll take you to Paris for breakfast."
"Ooh, Paris?"
He nodded, "I'll get you strawberry crepes with mounds of whipped cream."
"Sounds delicious," Harry said.
"Then I'll take you to a beach somewhere, Bora Bora maybe," he added, enthralled by the pleased crinkle around Potter's eyes.
He hummed, "I've never been to Bora Bora."
"No?"
Harry shook his head.
"Right, then we'll spend the whole day there, I'll sit under an umbrella all day and pretend to get annoyed when you come to kiss me and get sand and ocean water all over me."
He laughed, "As long as it's pretend."
"Then," Draco said, "I'll bring you back to a little villa that you can see the ocean through the floor and I'll cook you dinner. We'll eat together, then go swimming in the dark."
"Sounds lovely," Harry sighed.
"And then we'll come back and try out the bed that's under the stars," he said, brushing a hand over Harry's waist.
"That sounds really nice," he murmured.
"It's a date, then," Draco said.
He smiled back and echoed, "It's a date."
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And, true to his word, one year later Draco took Harry to Paris for breakfast and then to Bora Bora for the rest of the weekend. Harry proposed to Draco the very next morning.
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