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ladyylesbian · 11 months ago

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Sorority Rules (18+)

Pairing: dom!wandanat x sub!fem!original character

Summary: ‘New Year, New Me’ can start in September...right?

Warnings: MINORS DNI! Pet names, mommy kink, daddy kink, reader has a name? (Honestly idk anymore, tell me if I missed something?)

Word Count: 11.2k

A/N: This really was just me proving something to myself, but I hope you enjoy it all the same :) Continuation of this story is on AO3

you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! all mistakes are mine and mine alone. likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3

Freshman year left you beat down on the floor. You had been roomed with a girl named Hela. The two of you had hit it off instantly. In fact, you spent so much time together that everyone would know if they found one of you, then they could find the other nearby, definitely helped that you somehow had the exact same class schedule. By the end of the first semester, Hela asked you out and one week later, she asked you to be her girlfriend.

What was the happiest month turned dark and lonely. Hela spent more and more of her time focused on her sorority since being officially accepted. She had set completely insane restraints on you. You had to text her every hour whenever you were apart, it didn’t matter that she wouldn’t acknowledge your messages. She even would rarely show up at the dorm room to sleep, claiming that the sorority house was where she needed to be, but demanded a picture of you in bed every night.

You had long since given up expecting to see her anywhere but during classes, however, when she sat down with the other girls in her sorority looking you right in the eyes as she did, you finally broke. That was your time together and she was so obviously picking them.

That only snowballed into her eating lunch in the quad with them too. She took you to a few sorority parties and introduced you to her ‘favorite person’ and sorority big sister, Carol. The two were attached at the hip which quickly left you to nurse a drink off in the corner.

You didn’t have the backbone to say anything, blindly hoping she would realize how much she missed you and run back.

It wasn’t until right before the end of year finals that Hela had stayed back in the dorm room once again. The two of you would study nonstop and laugh and joke. Everything you had spent months wishing for was happening. The girl you liked was back.

After finishing your last final before Summer break, you waited for her in the hallway. Less than 15 minutes later she pushed open the classroom door and stepped out. You locked eyes and she rushed up and gave you a hug. “Thank you so much, Madelyn. I really could not have passed these finals without you.”

Smiling warmly at the raven haired girl, “Always. It’s you and me all the time. I couldn’t show up to sophomore year without you next to me.”

Her eyes fell downwards before slowly reaching yours again. “About that, Madelyn, I think we should end things. You are just in such a different place than me and I am changing my major, so we won’t be in the same classes anyways. Not to mention, you can really blow up my phone and I am just not into that. But thank you so much for the help this year.” You can’t help but stare at her wide eyed, blinking repeatedly as you try to process her words. She pats your cheek before turning around and walking down the hall “Have a good summer!”

The only thought running thought your mind is ‘what the fuck.”

You cannot believe this day is finally here, sophomore year of college. After a thoroughly disastrous freshman year, you are determined to completely turn your life around. A new roommate, new classes, if you can be picky, then hopefully a solid friend group will be thrown in there too.

It was still a few days before the actual first day of classes, but you wanted to get into your new dorm and settle in. There were quite a lot of other students with the same idea, all unpacking their parents cars that were stuffed full. You quickly paid the taxi driver and hopped out the back seat. He opened the trunk and lifted your suitcase onto the road.

Dragging your bag up the sidewalk and settling in the line waiting for the booth to find your new dorm room and collect the room key. You look around, wondering if your new roommate is in this same crowd, thinking if her parents are holding back tears as they hug her goodbye.

Thankfully, before you can stumble too far down that path, you reach the front of the line. “Name and year?”

“Oh, uh, Madelyn Andrews. Sophomore.” She flips through the pages and finds your name with ease. Looking down into her organized box of keys, she picks up on set, “Room 616.”

With a soft smile, you accept the key and head towards the sophomore dorms.

Thankfully, there’s an elevator in all the dorm buildings once you’re no longer a freshman. You always joked that it was the university’s way of hazing the entire freshman class.

The slow elevator had you wondering if you could have walked the stairs and ended up there faster, but eventually, opened onto the sixth floor. You held your breath as you walked up to your door.

Pressing your ear against the wooden surface and straining to try and hear any movement. It sounded completely empty inside. With a quick ‘thank you’ to the skies above, you push the key into the lock and turn, opening the door.

Unsurprisingly, it is the same layout as your freshman year dorm, not that you were superstitious, but in the spirit of completely turning your life around you opted for the bed on the right this time.

It didn’t take more than an hour for you to put away your clothes and set up the small mementos of your friends from back home. Walking back over to your suitcase, you pull out a small blanket that barely is long enough to cover your legs and hide it under your pillow.

Laying on your new bed and scrolling your university’s Instagram page, trying to find something to do that can pass the time. That’s when you see there is an early bird trivia event being hosted at the student center in ten minutes.

Taking a second to think, you come to the conclusion that this is the perfect chance to meet new people. Reinvent yourself as someone social, someone beyond only one friend turned girlfriend.

Softly pushing yourself off the elevated bed, you walk over to the shared closet and pull out your favorite white crew neck in case the temperature drops after sunset. With an unbalanced turn, you spin around and pull on your black and gray checkered vans. Hopping over to the mirror to give yourself a fast once over then heading straight out the door.

It’s only a short walk to the student center from your dorm this year, which you’re thankful for, perfect for meeting new people.

Remembering how heavy the student center door is, you pull hard on the handle. The universe must be laughing at you because that seemed to be the wrong choice. The usually heavy door was light this year and you have just thrown the door as wide as it would go, causing a decently loud sound.

A few students near the door look at you, but thankfully the other students further into the building haven’t seemed to notice a thing. Which is where the trivia is being held, so you awkwardly walk through the doors and inside.

“Hello, welcome to early bird trivia: musicals. Are you joining a team or registering a new one?” states a wide eyed brunette woman.

“Oh, I didn’t know we had to have a team..” you begin to look around for anyone you might vaguely recognize. “Not a worry, dear. We have another girl looking for a team too. You two can partner up.” She starts to wave over a blonde, who’s smiling bigger than you would think possible.

She continues, “This is..” she pauses waiting for you. “Madelyn.”

“And she needs a team as well. So, what will the team name be?”

Before you even have a moment to think of something clever, the blonde speaks up, “Mac n Cheese Lovers.” You cannot help but snort at her abruptness. The brunette hands you a paper and pencil to write down your answers on, “Good luck ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers.”

Following the blonde over to a table near the smoothie bar along the left wall, as she sits down she introduces herself, “Hey. My name is Yelena. I hope you like Mac n Cheese or this team name will be super awkward,” she snickers.

You shake your head slightly, “The name is perfectly fitting. I’m a huge fan,” you laugh, “My name is Madelyn. It’s nice to meet you. So what year are you in?”

“Sophomore,” the blonde replies, “How about you?”

“Same, sophomore.” The two of you continue with small talk for a couple minutes until you hear the game host start speaking. He gives a quick introduction of his name and lets everyone know he’s the student activity director, so he plans all university approved events. Which leads him to a quick warning that means no drinking or drugs at these events since he’s required to report them to the Dean. Then, he gets into the trivia rules.

Once he finishes, Yelena leans over to you, “We have to win. Or at least beat my annoying sister and her girlfriend.”

You raise your eyebrow at the woman, “If you knew people, how come you didn’t team up with them?”

She waves off your question before pointing them out, “See those two redheads? That’s them. They are insufferable at any sort of competition. We need to show them up and win, so I hope you’re a musical lover because I am most certainly not a musical theater major,” she chuckles as she finishes her sentence.

“They do look insufferable,” you agree with the blonde, “and lucky for you, while I am not a musical theater major, I am a lover of Broadway, so get ready to kick some ass.”

Yelena claps you on the back and laughs, “I like you, Madelyn. Let's do this.”

“Okay, everyone, first question. What musical movie has the song ‘It's the Hard-Knock Life’?”

You quickly write down ‘Annie’ on the paper next to the number one as he repeats the first question.

“Second question, the musical Hairspray is set in what American city?”

Once again, you write down ‘Baltimore’ immediately next to the number two as he repeats the question.

And the process repeats itself all the way to the end. You, unsurprisingly, knew every answer, besides two. Thankfully Yelena seemed very confident in the answers, which led you to learning that while she was not an overall musical lover, she was obsessed with ‘SIX’, claiming ‘they all should have just murdered that idiotic king’.

By the end, you and Yelena are laughing together and being shushed by other teams around you trying to think. Yelena pays them no mind while she tries to watch and see if her sister and her girlfriend are guessing the answers correctly by the way she’s writing. You tried to tell her that would be impossible to know, but the blonde paid you as little mind as she did the surrounding teams.

Finally, the host announces for everyone to settle down and starts going over the list of correct answers. Yelena is practically levitating off the seat with how excited she is. Your team got every question right. “Okay everyone, count up your total of correct answers.” He waits a few seconds before beginning again, “raise your hand if your team got more than five correct.”

Faster than lightning, Yelena's hand is in the air, yours follows quickly. “Raise your hand if your team got more than ten correct.” Three other teams' hands go down. “Raise your hand if your team got more than fifteen correct.” Another two teams’ hands lower. Leaving your team, two other teams, and Yelena’s sister’s team, much to the blonde’s annoyance.

“Raise your hand if you got more than seventeen correct.” One team puts their hands down. “Raise your hand if you got more than eighteen correct.” The other team drops their hands. Making the final two teams, ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers’ and ‘Traitors’, if you were to believe Yelena.

“Looks like we have a tight race everyone, how exciting, keep your hands up if you got all twenty questions correct.” A moment of tense silence falls over the room, the redheads slowly lower their hands. A loud, piercing scream sounds off beside you, “Yes! Ha! I won! So much for ‘Yelena you don't know anything about musicals. Go find your own team’.” The blonde begins doing her victory dance as you laugh. She grabs your hand and motions for you to victory dance with her. And how could you say no when you are equally excited about the win.

“We have our winners, everyone congratulations to..” the host drags off his sentence.

“Mac n Cheese Lovers!” the two of you say while laughing and dancing together.

“Congratulations to ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers’. Thank you to everyone for coming out and starting off this year with a bang! I will see you at the next activity!” Slowly everyone staggers out of the student center and into the night as you’re exchanging Instagrams with Yelena and saying your goodbyes.

Not even three steps away from the table, you hear someone speaking to Yelena, “Clearly, you didn’t win with your own lack of knowledge. So, what’s her name?” Not wanting to look back and have them know you’re listening, you keep walking as you hear Yelena reply “Madelyn. Why?”

Cursing yourself for not slowing down because now you’re too far away to keep trying to listen, you look over your shoulder right before walking out the doors. Locking eyes with two pairs of green eyes staring back at you.

Spending most of your days walking around campus and figuring out the quickest way to each of your classes, then finding a second route.., and a third route, just in case. Eventually making your way to the cafeteria since it’s the only food place open on campus until classes begin and sitting out in the quad people watching as more and more people arrive. You haven’t met up with the blonde, or the two mysterious redheads, you met at trivia since. However, you are often sending memes back and forth which you take as a small step towards your first new friend of the year.

It’s officially one day until classes start and you still haven’t met your roommate. You have considered walking back to the welcome booth and asking if you even have a roommate since it’s extremely uncommon to not be moved into the dorms by this time.

As much as most people would love to strike luck and get a free single, that is the absolute last thing you want.

The universe finally seems to answer your silent worrying and wishing as you hear someone fumbling with the keys outside your door. Quickly, you hop from the bed and rush to open the door. Coming face to face with a dark haired brunette.

“Oh, good, you’re moved in already!” Taken aback by the woman’s words, your focus shifts between her and the large number of boxes next to her in the hallway.

“Do, uh, do you need help?”

“That’d be great. My name’s Kate. You’re Madelyn, right?”

A wave of shock hits you at hearing someone you’ve never met know your name. Seeing the look on your face causes Kate to laugh. She starts to shimmy inside and you hurriedly move to the side, so she can walk in easier. Once she’s in, you step out of the room and pick up one of the boxes. “It is, yeah. So, where do you want this?”

“You can just throw everything on the bed.”

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move everything into the small dorm. Laughing as you both try to move around with the now limited floor space since Kate’s bed was quickly filled up with boxes.

After an offer to help the brunette unpack her things, you figure out she is quite uncaring about her clothes, but she is very particular about her bow. You learn she joined the school archery team last year, but already stands to make captain for her second year.

She tells you about how last year, on a dare, she hit the bell tower with an arrow. “So, you were the one who caused the crack in the bell tower?” Covering your mouth to try and hide your laugh. She looks at you with wide eyes, “I can’t confirm or deny which clock tower it was.”

Which only causes you to lose all control and laugh wildly out loud.

Successfully surviving the first four weeks of your second year in college, you get to celebrate at the first football game of the season. Thankfully, Kate is not into the sorority scene like your ex was, so you can go to the game together rather than alone.

With your back against your bed and your feet up the side of the wall, you’re waiting for Kate to get back from her archery practice. She made captain last week which led to you both sneaking out of the dorm at midnight and walking to the nearest pizzeria for a celebratory pizza. Your memory was promptly interrupted by the door slamming into the wall, “Shit. Sorry.”

Laughing at Kate’s mumbled apology to the girls next door who always complain about you two being unnecessarily loud. The brunette throws her sweaty t-shirt at your face which you quickly launch back at her as she softly shuts the door.

“Hurry up and get ready, Bishop. The game starts in thirty minutes and you smell like a wet dog.”

“Your words are so sweet. Dipped in honey I would say,” Kate’s words laced with sarcasm as she playfully flips you off while kicking off her shoes.

“Only in honey? You don’t get the soft rose petals or melted chocolate too?” Your words only earn you a deadpan stare from the archer. With a grunt, you push yourself off the wall and sit upright, “Don’t forget that tonight is a black out game, so you need to be in all black to show support.”

“Oh yes, I would hate not to show support. Unfortunately, all my black clothes are currently dirty-”

“I know, which is why I took the liberty of doing our laundry earlier today. Your outfit is laid out on the bed.” You say with a smile and move to make your fingers into the shape of a heart.

Kate can’t help but roll her eyes and laugh, “Of course, you did.” Walking up to her shower bag and picking it up, she heads to the door. “I will be back in no less than 10 minutes, Sargeant,” winking at you, knowing you hate the nickname, before quickly mumbling out, “and thank you for doing my laundry. You’re the best.” and walking out of the room.

Rushing a quick ‘You’re welcome’ out before the door shut. You begin getting dressed yourself, deciding on a black halter top and some black jean shorts with your black high-top converses. Throwing your hair up into a high ponytail, then pulling out your baby hairs so you don’t look like an egg.

True to her word, Kate walks back in 10 minutes later as you put headphones in and stare at the ceiling, you give your roommate privacy to get ready.

Feeling your headphones ripped out of your ears causes you to face the archer as she smiles, “How do I look? Andrews approved?” Kate stands in front of you in black long sleeve cropped top and blacked ripped jeans.

Jokingly, you raise an eyebrow at her, faking a moment of contemplation before returning the smile, “You look hot. You will definitely grab whoever’s attention you want.”

“I don’t want anyone's attention, '' the brunette scoffs.

“Sure you don’t and I don’t hope that my 7am professor is sick on Monday,” you retort.

“I don’t even think she is gonna be there,” Kate starts pulling on the sleeves of her shirt, “I don’t think football games are her thing.”

You take a moment to consider what to say. It’s been months since you had a crush on anyone and wanted to try and impress a girl. When you first found out your roommate started crushing on someone, you had been relentless in attempting to have her confess who it was. But as stubborn as you were, Kate was also head strong in keeping her secret.

“Her loss then. We can post a picture and she’ll see everything she misses out on by skipping the game,” you wink. Linking arms, you and Kate walk out of the dorm and head to the field.

The first stop you both make is the concession stand since food is the top priority any time the two of you leave the dorm together. Ordering you both an ICEE, yours being coke flavored and Kate’s cherry, and a hot dog each.

Once arriving at your seats, you turn around and ask the girls behind you if they could take a picture for you. You both hold up your ICEEs, smiling as you cheer for the picture.

Kate posts the picture on her Instagram, tagging you, and captions the post ‘I’m only here for the ICEEs’.

Quickly commenting ‘and my amazing company’ under her post. Then posting the picture onto your story with hearts underneath.

It’s not until the third quarter that you both finally relent and head to the bathrooms. While standing in line chatting about nothing and everything, the archer tenses beside you and presses herself between you and the wall, “what are yo-”

Kates proceeds to shush you and shrinks further into her hiding spot. Looking around to try and see what has your roommate acting so strange, you come up short since you don’t recognize anyone.

That is until you glance over to the concession line and notice Yelena, who you met your first day back on campus. Quickly turning around to Kate, “Oh, Kate. Do you remember how I told you I met this hilarious girl my first day back?“ You point over to the blonde, “She’s right there. Her name is Yelena.”

The brunette’s face pales suddenly. Worry rushes through you and your eyes immediately start scanning for what’s upset your friend so badly. Until it clicks, “Kate…Oh, Katie,” you start to whisper, “ is Yelena who you have a crush on?”

Her eyes met yours and you can tell you’re right. “I totally know her. I can introduce you if you want. Granted, I haven’t actually spoken with her for over a month, BUT we regularly exchange memes.”

Before Kate could give any response to you, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around.

“Madelyn, I thought it was you! How have you been?” Yelena says with a big smile on her face.

“I’m great. Settling into my classes and wishing I didn’t sign up for a 7am lecture that I completely don’t understand and will need to find a tutor for, the usual. How about you?”

As the blonde opens her mouth to reply, she notices Kate, “Bishop? Madelyn and Bishop? You two know each other?” .

“Roommates,” You both say at the same time before you continue, “We’re roommates. How do you know Kate?”

“She’s my lab partner,” she leans around you and looks at the brunette, “We have a project coming up and I’ve been meaning to reach out and figure out a time that works for you,” she runs her fingers through her blonde hair nervously.

A sneaky smile goes across your face, realizing that Yelena also seems to have a crush on Kate.

The archer stands up suddenly at her crush’s words, “I have archery practice most days, but I’m free on Tuesdays after 3pm, if that works.”

Yelena simply smiles back, “Tuesdays are great, except, I’m in class until 4. How about you come to my apartment, it’s five minutes from campus, and we can eat and start our research?”

“Off campus?”

“Yeah, my sister and her girlfriend wanted to have a secluded place away from the sorority and invited me to stay there too.”

You nod, listening to the two speak while also trying to give them privacy by looking anywhere else in the slowest moving restroom line.

Suddenly, Yelena’s phone goes off, “Speaking of the devil,” she answers.

You can’t hear whoever it is super well over the crowd cheering at what must have been the best touchdown of the game but once they quiet down you hear that voice again from trivia night, the redheaded sister of Yelena.

The blonde turns over her shoulder to look near the concession line she just came from, “I just want a coke.” You look over in the same direction as Yelena, “No, I don’t want anything else. I will be right back. I was just saying ‘hey’ to Madelyn and Bishop. Get your underwear out of a twist. I’m heading back now. Bye.”

Your heart leaps out of your chest when you finally notice the redhead in line. Making eye contact with her deep green eyes for longer than normal which causes Kate to nudge your shoulder as it’s finally your turn to walk into the restroom.

“Sorry,” you mumble to your roommate before turning back with one final look, receiving a wink from both women.

Kate gives a quick goodbye to Yelena before she walks away and then pushes you through the door.

Your roommate tries to ask you about it in the restroom, but you firmly shut down that topic and turn the conversation around on her. If you had known her crush was on Yelena, then you would have tried long ago to set them up on a blind date. Which is probably why the brunette didn't say who she was spending her days thinking about.

Making your way back to the seats, thankfully, without running into anyone else, you try to wipe the redhead’s face out of your memory, feeling incredibly embarrassed for your behavior when seeing her.

The last quarter of the game passes in a blur that you aren’t even aware the game ended until you notice the football players celebrating on the field and groups of people moving around you to leave at the same time. You glance up to the scoreboard and see the score, 30-28, your team winning.

Pulling out your phone, you swipe to pull up Instagram and post the scoreboard to your story, ‘our blood, our sweat, your tears’.

Linking your arm with Kate to make sure neither of you get lost on the way out of the stadium, the cool fall breeze whips at your shoulders the second you make it outside, but you welcome it after squeezing against every sweaty jock trying to get out of the stadium at the same time.

The two of you quietly laugh together when you look back to see people squeezing through the doors you just came through.

Neither of you are paying attention and accidentally bump into someone, to your dismay it was Yelena’s sister. Your body goes rigid at the sight of her. A scowl on her face until she settles her eyes on you then she gives you a soft smile.

“So, so, so sorry about that. We should have paid more attention.” The redhead’s smile slowly grows bigger as you continue talking. “Sorry again.”

You go to turn away and drag Kate along when you feel a warm hand softly wrap around your bicep, “No, I should be ashamed for not giving you more attention when you’re around,” smirking slightly at you.

A small blush rushes to your cheeks, opening and closing your mouth a few times before giving a gentle nod to the woman before turning around again.

Once you are out of hearing range from the redhead, Kate starts laughing, “Oh, you’re like a fly trapped in the spider's web.”

With a quick glare to your roommate and a prompt slap to the arm, “Shut up.”

As you lay on your bed, winding down your night time routine, you decide to scroll Instagram. Liking posts from your roommate and best friend, Kate’s, account. You didn’t think you would get as close to the girl as you had, but the two of you got along surprisingly well. Usually, you would be watching a new episode of Grey's Anatomy together tonight, however, Kate finally gathered her nerves and asked out Yelena, her lab partner, on a date.

Squealing and bouncing in your tiny dorm room bed, “Shut up! You did it? You finally admitted you have a crush on her?”

“I wouldn’t go that far!” The brunette laughs in response, “I just asked if she would want to go out to the new ax-throwing bar that just opened up.” She throws herself down on her back onto your bed, frowning and sounding much more somber. “But, Madelyn, Yelena asked if we could go this Thursday. She has to go to the sorority party this Friday.”

Moving around until you're laying down shoulder to shoulder with her, “Psh. Don’t even start, you are going and maybe even getting a second date for Friday.” Wiggling your eyebrows at her and shoving your body slightly into her.

“If that happens, then you’re coming with me. You need to get out and finally move on from your ex.” Placing your hand over your heart, you playfully scoff and wave off a mumbled agreement, trying to steer away from another possible conversation to find out who your ex is.

Smiling as you recall the memory, you suddenly hear the door to your dorm unlock.

Kate whispers to someone in the hall, who you assume to be Yelena, “Of course, I’d love to. See you tomorrow.”

Quickly, she walks in and immediately places her back on the door to close it. A wide grin on your roommate's face as she looks over to your bed. First kicking off her shoes, then running to jump into your bed. You stare at her, waiting for her to begin.

Kate sighs before exclaiming, “SHE ASKED ME OUT TO THE SORORITY PARTY TOMORROW!” Wrapping your arms around your friend as you jump together over the great news.”Get ready, Madelyn, you and I are going to a party!”

“Wait, Kate,” You pull back to look at her wide eyed, “I thought you were kidding.”

The party started at least an hour ago, but because of your indecisiveness on what to wear, which ended up just being a simple v cut blue dress with white high tops. As you both walk up, you stare at the brick house bursting with music. You hear Kate talking, “Party Rules 101. Don’t forget not to go upstairs with anyone. Do not accept a drink from anyone who is not me. I know you will want to leave early, so do not go without telling or texting that you’re heading out either. Okay?”

You blink a few times before you recognize she wants a reply, “Got it.” She smiles at you and takes your hands before walking up the porch steps.

Kate knocks on the white door. You wonder how anyone would be able to hear the knock inside with how loud the music is playing, but not even five seconds later the door is open. The sound of the music makes you take a step back. Anxiety washing over you instantly as you look down. You don’t even hear the words spoken between your friend and the redhead opening the door.

Kate’s hold on your hand tightens in hopes to reassure you before she pulls you along to step inside. It isn’t until Kate’s other hand waves to get your attention off the floor that you look up and realize both girls are staring at you expectedly. “I’m sorry, what?” you say softly.

The redhead chuckles and repeats herself, “Hi, I’m Wanda and the Vice President here. We have two bathrooms downstairs, one by the kitchen and one by the laundry room. Also, two upstairs just in case. Drinks, of course, are in the kitchen or the backyard. Is there anyone you are looking for that I can direct you towards? Or anything I can get you to drink?”

“I’m looking for Yelena actually. Do you know where she is?” Kate quickly replies. “She’s in the living room playing beer pong,” Wanda points over to her left, “Go right through there and you will find her.”

With lightning speed, Kate drops your hand and rushes off to find the blonde. Your mouth hangs open as you stare off in the direction she flew.

The redhead laughs as she looks at you before offering her arm, “Can I escort you anywhere?” Glancing around the foyer, you can't recognize anyone, so you nervously agree and link your arm with hers, “I don’t think I know anyone else here, so anywhere you want to go is fine with me.”

A bright smile spreads on the Vice President's face as she guides you out of the foyer and into the backyard to watch someone attempt a keg stand. You can’t help but look stunned as you watch the girl drink. “Would you like to try?” Wanda startles you with the question. Shaking your head no with absolute certainty that you could never have arm strength or lung capacity.

After a few moments more of watching, she slowly guides you over to the pool. The redhead kicks off her shoes and motions for you to do the same. The two of you sit down along the edge and place your feet in the water. You start to mindlessly kick your feet along to the music that is playing throughout the speakers. “So, am I allowed to ask your name?”

Multiple memories come to mind with times the Vice President has heard your name, “I’m pretty sure you know my name.”

Wanda’s tongue drags underneath the bottom of her teeth, “Oh, I do, but I want to hear it from your pretty, little mouth.”

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, taking a moment to settle your racing heart, you slowly speak, “Madelyn.”

Deciding to try and control the conversation you cut her off before she could say anything else. “Do you usually take interest in random people that show up to your sorority’s parties?”

She chuckles at your question, “No, not usually. But I would not say you’re a random person. Plus I have never had the pleasure of someone as captivating as you walk through those doors.”

“Yeah, right.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the redhead.

She grabs your chin and makes you look up at her, “Oh I didn’t take you for the bratty type.” You could have sworn that her eyes sparkled when she said that.

You shutter, trying to think of a reply. Your brain is completely lagging at the touch and sound of her voice. Wanda’s thumb moves and pushes between your lips, “Is there anything even going through that little head of yours?”

A small groan rips it way out your throat and your eyelids droop slightly. The redhead pushes down slightly onto your tongue.

Mumbling around her thumb, “Yes.”

The Vice President’s smirks at your reply, “Yes,” She mocks you, “Yes, to what?”

You shift your eyes back to her as you take in the specific color of her eyes, a sparkling green, this time a soft moan comes out of your lips, “Please..”

You think Wanda must take pity on you because suddenly she drops her hand from your mouth. Everything about her seems to return back to when you first walked in the house. She’s back to being sweet and polite, it makes your head spin. “What brings you to the party tonight, Madelyn? Well besides escorting Bishop, of course.”

This was a question you didn’t know how to answer. Why were you here in the backyard of your ex’s sorority spending time with her Vice President? Glancing around the backyard, noticing that you still don't know anyone here, you sigh, “Honestly, I’m not sure. Kate said I needed to come if she got a second date because, apparently, I need to move on.”

“And do you want to?” She looks at you expectantly, “Move on, that is.”

“I don’t even know what I would have to move on from. It’s been months since we broke up. And she didn’t care about me long before that anyways.” You let out a dry laugh, “I don’t even think she liked me. She just liked sex with me.”

The look on the redhead’s face makes you stop your ranting, “Sorry, that is not proper party conversation,” you force out a laugh, “way too depressing.”

She smiles, dragging her eyes down your torso and onto your legs then pulling them back up before landing her eyes back on your face. “How would you like to find something to drink?”

Thankful for her change in conversation, you smile slightly, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you make your way through the house and into the kitchen, “What will it be? Beer? Vodka?” walking around the kitchen as you listen to her talk. “... Or maybe a juice box?”

Whipping your head around, you glare at the Vice President, scoffing, “I’m not a child. I can drink alcohol.”

Right after you speak, you hear someone laughing from the archway. “Oh, Wands, what a delightful surprise,” she steps further into the small kitchen, “Tell me you were able to get us this cute little thing to play.”

This makes you snap your head quickly around again. A rush of arousal runs through you when your eyes lock onto the redhead, “And who the hell are you?”

The cheshire smile on her face makes it clear she remembers you, she moves towards you before gently lifting up your hand as she bows her head to place a soft kiss on it, “To you, Madam President.”

“What the fuck.” You snatch your hand away and look towards the sparkling green eyed woman before returning your gaze in front of you.

“Oh, what a dirty mouth, I will have to clean that out.” The redhead smirks at you. Another wave of arousal hits you, gulping as you maintain eye contact, “Like you’d get the chance.”

Wanda speaks up, breaking the growing tension in the room, “Darling, wouldn’t she just be…” walking up and placing a finger under your chin, her voice dropping, “...divine?”

You shutter at her words. Eyes bouncing between the two redheads suddenly much closer to you than before. Realizing they have successfully surrounded you, your arousal spiking but you choose to mask with slight panic. “So what is this then? Two spiders trapping someone in their web and then going in for the kill?” Puffing out your chest slightly, trying to gain back some more control. “You think the President and Vice President would require consent.”

Wanda chuckles in your ear behind you, “Oh dear, we do.” Bringing her finger up to brush some hair behind your ear before speaking softly, “We only accept enthusiastic consent. Absolute begging.”

Your knees wobble slightly at her words. “A little archer told us that you needed to move on, and typically we wouldn’t do rebound sex, but you…” The President takes a sharp inhale through her teeth, “You are too special to pass up.”

“So what do you say, baby, want to be ours for the night?” Wanda whispers.

A million thoughts race through your mind. Most importantly, the fact you’ve never had a threesome or sex with people you don’t really know. You look around the kitchen and notice how nobody else even acknowledges the two redheads circling you like prey.

“I say,” You gulp, mustering all the fake confidence you can find. “I say show me a good time first and we will see.”

The two women share a sinister smile before they each drape an arm around you and walk you out of the kitchen and into a room that only stores a pool table and some chairs.

“We have the next game.” The President says to the small group finishing up their game before walking you over to the side of the room. She lowers her hands to your hips and lifts you with ease onto the barstool behind you.

Shock fills your face at her actions before you glare at her, “Excuse you. I am perfectly capable of sitting in a seat by myself.”

The redhead simply smiles at you before moving to stand next to the side of your chair, absentmindedly running fingers through your hair.

“Hello? Earth to you. Usually, when someone speaks to you it's polite to respond.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. She gently turns your head to look at her. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.”

“Madelyn, I have a name and it’s not baby.” You scoff, “What is your name anyways?”

She winks at you before smirking, “I told you. To you, it’s Madam President.”

“That’s not a name. That’s a title. What’s your name?” Your eyes met the redhead locked in a standstill. You already know you won’t last long. Her eyes trap you in endless pools of deep green. They are powerful and unmoving, you huff, “What’s your name, Madam President?”

The President lifts her hand and holds your lower lip before pulling it down and out slightly, causing you to look through your lashes to maintain eye contact, the action making you feel as if you’re losing the last shreds of your control. The redhead presses down the slightest bit more before pinching your lip and releasing it, “Natasha.”

Wanda, who has been repeatedly running her fingers from your shoulder to the knee, leans over you slightly if only to be in your personal space, “Natty, it’s our turn now.”

You go to hop down, but yet again your hips are grabbed and you’re picked up and put down by Natasha’s hands. You give her a glare even as a blush starts covering your cheeks.

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be like that. I would hate to have to spank that gorgeous ass for the first time surrounded by all these people.” Your blush deepens with your embarrassment at the volume the redhead spoke. The heat pooling between your legs only causes you more confusion.

The three of you walk towards the table. Natasha moves to rack the balls and Wanda takes you over to pick out a cue stick, grabbing one for Natasha as well.

It’s decided that you will be on your own team, which you tried to protest by saying you have never played a game of pool in your life, but your complaints fall on deaf ears.

Wanda starts off by breaking the balls, officially starting your unfair game. She gets a solid into a pocket, “That makes you stripes, baby.” She says in a sickeningly sweet voice before getting two more solid balls into pockets.

Standing there with your mouth open, you begin to complain, “This is so unfair. There is no way I will be able to even get close to hitting even one of these balls in!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you in the first round,” Wanda says, holding up her hands. She walks over to you and shows you how to bend down and how to aim your cue stick. You lean down like she showed you but still, you feel her hand press down between your shoulders as she speaks in your ear, “Like this, darling. Eyes level with your target.”

Acutely aware this position has almost completely folded in half on the pool table, you pull back the stick and then push it forward with a decent amount of force.

And you completely miss.

To make matters worse, you got one of their balls closer to the pocket instead. Groaning, you stand up and look unamused at the two redheads who are both trying to hold back their smiles at your reaction, “This game is stupid.”

Natasha comes up to the table, leans down, noticeably higher than the position Wanda moved you into. She breathes in and out, then hits the cue ball, causing it to sink a solid ball into the nearby pocket. She glances up at you, smirking, while still leaning down. Causing a completely automatic eye roll. The redhead arches her eyebrow at you before moving to a new spot. She leans down, breathes in and out, and.. misses. “HA!” You cheer as your stripe ball goes into the pocket instead of the solid ball that was next it.

You walk up to the table for your turn and glance to Wanda for her help again. Natasha subtly shakes her head, which you don’t notice since she was behind you. Wanda simply gives you a nod of her head, encouraging you to try by yourself. So you lean down and focus on which ball you’re aiming for and what pocket is your goal.

Breathing in and out a few times before pulling back your cue stick on your inhale and pushing it forward on your exhale. As the stick connects with the cue ball you feel a stinging on your ass. You immediately stand up and spin around with a glare, “Hey! That’s not fair.”

The President laughs as she looks over your head, “Well, it seemed like good luck because you got the ball in.”

Spinning around again to see if she was lying but there, clear as day, you see your stripe ball missing from the table and sitting in the pocket. “Don’t think for a second that I won't punish whiny, bratty behavior though, baby.” Natasha whispers in your ear, her front flush against your back, “Now, say thank you.”

You shiver at her words. The logical part of your brain can’t stop wondering why you should thank her for spanking you, but when you feel her hands on your hips as she pulls them closer to her own, that part of your mind goes blank. The heat between your legs grows even hotter and you let out a soft sigh before fingers hook under your chin and guide you to look up at Natasha, “Say thank you.” She softly growls.

“Thank you.” It comes out more as a pant than actual words but the redhead is pleased enough.

The rest of the game crawls by slowly as each redhead tries to work you up with innocent touches and whispered words. Your head becomes fuzzy in the best way, but even in this state you are completely aware that every other stripe ball that’s gone in is because of Wanda and Natasha simply trying to keep the game going.

With all solid and striped balls now off the table it’s down to whoever can sink the 8 ball in the game.

Wanda glances at you before smirking, “What if we make a little bet out of this?”

You can’t help but let out a dry laugh, “Are you joking? This whole thing is already a game of if you two can get me into bed.” Natasha licks her lips at your words, causing your cheeks to blush even more than they were.

The Vice President ignores your reply, “Great! So I was thinking, if we sink the 8 ball, then you give us a strip show,” you arch your eyebrow at the redhead, “and if you sink the 8 ball, then you give us a strip show.” She winks at you.

“That’s absolutely-” You're cut off by Natasha speaking, “Deal.”

“Deal?” You shriek as the two redheads shake each other's hand, “You two cannot agree on this without me also agreeing.”

They both come up to you and place a hand on your cheek, “And do, baby?” Wanda mumbles into your ear. Right after Natasha says, smirking, “Wanna make a deal?”

Your skin flushes at their voices, your mind hanging onto their every word. You slowly close your eyes and your head falls back slightly. Wanda lowers her head to breathe along your neck, occasionally brushing her tongue against it while Natasha’s fingers tangle around your hair, pulling it back.

A soft moan hits your ears, shocking you when you realize it came from you. Suddenly coming back to yourself, you lightly push off the women, clearing your throat to try and fake your control over yourself once again. “If I sink the 8 ball,” you take a deep breath, “then I decide the next time you touch me.”

Both redheads simply nod their heads in agreement before extending their arms to allow you space for your shot. Looking over the table and considering all the choices you quickly realize that you absolutely have no shot at winning. Ignoring every other reason besides the obvious one, you didn’t want to win.

But you wouldn’t make it apparent to the President and Vice President.

So you lean down, “Corner pocket.” You spend a considerable amount of time figuring out your angle and practicing the strength of your hit. With one more inhale, you pull back the cue stick then exhale and strike the cue ball.

You hit the 8 ball but it stops just short of falling into the pocket. You give a shy smile to the women before stepping back.

There’s a silent conversation going on between the redheads before Wanda nods and steps up to the table. “Corner pocket.” She winks at you before aiming at the cue ball and without any delay she strikes. The 8 ball disappearing into the corner pocket.

Without even a second to think, your feet are suddenly lifted into the air and over Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda comes up to grab the cue stick from you and places it on the pool table.

Once you realize the redhead plans to walk out of the parlor room with you over her shoulder, you begin to protest, “Wait. Wait. I can walk. You don’t have to think I’ll back out of the bet.”

You feel a soft hand brush the back of your thigh as the sparkling green eyed woman steps into your view.

“Oh, baby, we know, but Natty here is a very proud winner and wants to show you off,” her thin fingers smoothing down your hair. You stare at her dumbfounded as she swipes her thumb across your lower lip, “If you’re a good girl then we’ll give you an extra special reward. Can you do that for us?”

The Vice President allows you your time to process as you blink a few times before nodding your head.

A swift smack to your ass has you gasping as Natasha corrects your action, “Words baby.”

“Yes.” Another softer smack to your ass. “Yes, I can be a good girl.”

Both redheads make a pleased humming sound before walking out of the room. You try to avoid eye contact with all the partygoers. The blush across your face and chest only grows at your slight embarrassment.

It isn’t long until you're walking up to the stairs. Suddenly stopping right at the bottom, trying to turn your body at the sound of Kate’s voice. Mortification slams into you when she leans around the redhead holding you to look at your face.

Her tone relentlessly teasing, “Now, I thought I told you not to go upstairs with anyone,” the memory of her words at your arrival pulled to the front of your mind.

Rolling your eyes at your roommate only caused her to laugh further at your predicament.

Yelena speaking prompts the brunette to move back into the circle of conversation with her and the redheads, “Don’t kill the poor girl. It would severely ruin my chances with Bishop.”

Natasha laughs at her sister’s comment, “Please, the only thing she’ll get is mind altering pleasure,” pinching your ass when finishing the sentence. “Now, I’d love to chat, but I have a bet to cash in on.”

Wanda leading the way up the stairs, pausing as Kate speaks, looking up at your roommate, “She has a study group tomorrow morning at 10am! She can’t miss it!”

The redheads laugh, continuing up the stairs, the President turns slightly as she walks and salutes to the brunette, “Aye, aye, Captain.”

Less than fifteen steps later, you’re carried into a large room. Your heart stopping completely at the sound of the door closing and locking. As if noticing the slight pure panic, Wanda stands by the door twisting the handle, “It locks from inside, so if you twist the handle, then it’s automatically unlocked,” then she relocks the door.

Nodding your head in thanks and understanding of her words, she gives you a reassuring smile in return.

Then, Natasha lightly throws you onto the bed, a grunt leaving your lips, leaning over you, she smirks. Wanda comes up to sit beside your head and gently rubs your forehead with her thumbs.

The deep green eyed woman locks her eyes with yours before placing a soft kiss on your chest, then throwing herself to the empty side of you.

“Now, don’t keep us waiting,” you turn your head to see sparkling green eyes looking at you.

They wait a few seconds before both women have another silent conversation. Suddenly, you startle the redheads by standing up.

Standing with your hands on your hips, stilling your voice and shifting on your feet, “Well, this will be rather awkward to do in silence.”

The President smirks at you before pulling out her phone and playing ‘Supermassive Black Hole by Muse!’ from her speaker.

Slowly you begin to sway your hips and drag your fingers across your chest. Kicking your shoes off as sexually as you can. You let the song play for about twenty seconds before you lean down and run your nails up your legs stopping where your thighs meet your center.

Turning around, you hook one finger under your right strap and pull it down, staring directly into sparkling green eyes. Then, turning your head to face the other direction and repeat the action, but slower, as you look into the deep green eyes.

Your dress only stays up from pushing out your chest. You continue to dance around until you slowly sit down onto your knees. Rolling onto the ground, your head closer to the women, arching your back as you begin to spread apart your knees. Never looking away from the redheads as your knees hit the floor. Watching as both women tighten their grips on the bed sheets.

Straightening your legs and bringing them back together, slowly using all your core strength to sit up rather than using your hands. You turn around and crawl over to the bed, standing before placing one foot on the President’s thigh.

She brings her hand up to gently hold onto your calf before digging her nails in. Biting your lip at the minimal pain before moving your hands across your chest, breathlessly Natasha speaks, “God, don’t be that much of a tease. Let Daddy see.”

Grabbing her hands, you bring them up to your chest, she squeezes before pulling down your dress exposing your breasts, strangely thanking yourself for foregoing a bra tonight.

The cool air in the room feeling amazing on your burning skin.

Lowering your foot, you walk over to the Vice President and bend how she showed you earlier during your game of pool. A loud hum of approval leaving her mouth.

Keeping your position, you gather the material at the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. Leaving Wanda staring directly at your covered center. Her finger gently travels up the inside of your thighs, never reaching the apex.

Noticing the dark patch on your light gray underwear, she speaks mockingly, “Do you want Mommy and Daddy to take care of that for you?”

A small moan slips out as you feel two different fingers suddenly press against the dark spot.

“Words, baby,” both women huskily say at the same time.

“Please, please,” you’re all but moaning.

A smack on your ass that you can tell was from Wanda by the feeling of rings soothing the sting, “Be specific, baby.”

You breathe in and out a few times before roughly swallowing, “Please, take care of me.”

The redheads, losing their lack of control, slowly decide that your answer was good enough for now, for the first time.

Natasha walks around to face you, her hands find your shoulders and makes you stand up. Wanda moves further back on the bed, removing her shirt and bra before leaning against the pillows.

Grabbing onto the President’s face, you stand on your tip toes and connect your lips to hers. She eagerly begins kissing you back, nipping at your lip. Moving her hands to your ass, smacking your ass lightly, so you’ll jump into her arms.

Continuing to kiss you as she walks to the side of the bed and places you down. Ending your kiss, a low whine comes from you. Sealing your lips quickly but both women have already heard you and have lust flashing through their eyes.

“Now, go ahead and make Mommy feel good while Daddy makes you feel good.” Nodding your head at the redhead’s directions, you turn around and crawl up the bed and between Wanda’s spread legs. She holds up her hands and guides your lips to her nipple.

Natasha begins to massage your ass and tease your slit over your underwear, soaking them further by the second.

Sucking and pulling on the Vice President’s left nipple, bringing your right hand up to roll her right nipple between your fingers. You continue this while feeling the unending teasing around your clit.

Popping off Wanda’s left nipple, you drag your tongue across her chest until you can wrap your lips around the right nipple, twirling your tongue around the nub.

On the first suck, you feel a rush of cool air hit your center as your underwear is pulled down your legs, moaning loudly at the sensation. Without even a second to spare you feel the redhead’s tongue lick up the wetness on your lips before softly pushing her tongue inside your entrance.

Your jaw slacks at the feeling, your head falls away from the needy nipples in front of you. The redhead pulls you back against her nipple, “That’s a good girl. You’re giving Mommy so much pleasure,” holding you close to feel every sound come from your lips, moans of her own filling the room.

Natasha licks her way up to your clit. Giving soft licks before wrapping her lips around your clit, humming, then pulling softly on the bundle of nerves.

Your knees start shaking at the pleasure, causing you to fall further onto Wanda.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble around the nipple.

Bringing her fingers up to your clit, rubbing circles, “Come on, baby. You're such a good girl for us.”

Her fingers slowly push into you, curling slightly against your velvet walls. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Let Daddy make you cum, alright?”

A truly unholy sound fell from your lips, clenching around Natasha’s fingers, Wanda lifts your head slightly, so you could reply, “Please, make me cum.”

Lowering her mouth back to your clit as she sucks, licks, and nips all over while her fingers continue a relentless pace. Wanda brings her own finger to your nipples and begins rolling them between her fingers. “God, everything about you, baby. Everything is perfect,” pulling at the nubs blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

“Fuck,” your voice cracking at exclamation. Shaking from the stimulation, the coil in your stomach tightens more with each second.

Wanda leans her head forward next to your ear, “Come for Mommy, baby. Come all over Daddy.”

A simultaneous pinch from the Vice President's fingers on your nipples and the President's pinch on your clit has a wave of pleasure crashing over you, a scream rips from your throat as you cum all over Natasha’s face and fingers and fall on top of Wanda.

Dragging out your orgasm not stopping until she's pulled every sound from your lips does she begin to lick up all traces of your orgasm, sitting up and moving towards the other. You look up just in time to see them share a deep kiss, each moaning at the taste of you on their tongues.

Breaking apart, deep green eyes look at you, “Do you have another one in you, baby? You came hard enough to drown me,” lust shining in her eyes.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just make me cum that hard again,” your eyes pleading.

Smirking at you, Wanda moves you to scoot down the bed, tapping your thighs. It takes a second for you to realize where she wants you, but you quickly move to hover above her face. Natasha settles between her girlfriends thighs, removing her skirt and underwear in one pull, “Now, this will be a sight to see,” lowering her mouth immediately, sucking the redhead’s clit into her mouth the way she likes.

Biting your lip at the sight, you sit down, your eyes connecting with the deep green ones between the redhead’s thighs. Allowing the Vice President to move you where she’s most comfortable. Feeling her tongue push into your entrance has you arching your back.

Natasha’s fingers move to Wanda’s clit, rubbing at a brutal pace. Below you the redhead sucks in a sharp breath. Moving to drag her teeth along your clit.

Your hips arch at the feeling, soft grunts passing from your lips, “Shit.”

Pulling you back against the redhead’s mouth, “Tsk, tsk, where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”

Rutting your hips against the face below you. Moans and pleas mumbling out of your mouth at the suction of your clit. Natasha sits up, keeping her fingers on Wanda’s clit, and leans towards you. Digging your nails into her shoulders, as she begins to leave soft bites along your chest before kissing up your neck.

Inhaling sharply as her teeth sink into your pulse point, sucking harshly on the delicate skin, “Such a dirty mouth.”

The pleasure on your clit increases, building up your orgasm quickly. Moaning as you drag your nails down the redhead’s back.

Wanda becomes sloppy underneath you, hinting at her own release coming soon. “Mommy’s getting close. Come with Mommy, baby,” Natasha mumbles against your neck, pushing you right to the edge.

Sucking your earlobe into her mouth and biting down on your soft skin, “Seeing how you ride Mommy’s face makes me wonder how well you would ride Daddy’s dick,” her words sending both you and the woman beneath you over the edge.

The Vice President slowly licks your cunt to clean you as the President drags her finger through her girlfriend’s release. Bringing them up to your mouth, “Be a good girl,” and pushing them between your lips.

A sinful moan escapes both of your lips, though for different reasons. Exhaustion riding through your body allows Natasha to gently lift you off Wanda’s face and leans you against the pillows.

Your eyelids fight too close to receive a moment of rest, quickly winning over your desire to stay conscious. Both women get off the bed walking into the en-suite and cleaning themselves up quickly, returning with a towel for you.

Noticing your sleeping form, the two exchange a look before Wanda’s soft hands spread your knees and gently clean you up.

“She’s perfect for us,” the President whispers.

“She is, but how can we convince her of that,” the Vice President whispers back.

As a plan forms in her mind, the redhead smirks, “We will just have to show her.”

Wanda throws the towel aiming for the laundry hamper, but misses, before laying down into the bed next to you. Natasha follows suit, listening to the music thrum downstairs while closing her eyes.

Groaning and swatting at the air when you hear the familiar sounds of a phone alarm going off.

Your messy morning hair is removed from your face, startling you into opening your eyes. Confusion flashing through you until you see two pairs so similar yet different green eyes.

“Wha-,” you begin, but are cut off.

“I would have let you sleep in more, baby, but we need to get you dressed for your study group. The last thing I need is my little sister trying to murder me for ruining her chances with the archer.”

Blinking a few times, begging for your brain to catch up, yet all your mind can think of is, “Her name is Kate.”

The redheads smile at you, “Yes, of course, we apologize,” Wanda says sincerely.

With a pat on your thigh, Natasha sits up, “Now, I don't think you want to go to your study group in that little blue dress you were wearing last night, so you can borrow something of ours.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can just run to my dorm. I need to brush my teeth anyway, so it’s okay.” However the looks you receive fills your mind with doubt, “What time is it?”

“9:45am,” Wanda grimaces. Your jaw falls open at the realization that you will definitely not make it in time unless you go straight there. Cursing yourself for not understanding your math course better and needing to go to the study groups in the first place, with a deep breath you look up at the women, “Show me the outfit.”

Standing in the mirror you can’t complain. It was a simple pair of medium washed jeans, though slightly too long since you are shorter than both women, they have been cuffed and paired with a loose long sleeve shirt sporting their sorority name and logo. You felt a bit like a walking advertisement. The worst part, yet best part, was the sports bra Natasha gave you to wear.

Cringing as you put on your soiled underwear from the night before, you throw on your shoes and tie your hair into your best messy, not messy, bun. Hurrying down the stairs towards the front door. To your surprise, the redheads follow behind you. Thinking they must be the type to walk out guests, you say nothing.

Reaching for the door handle, you're cut off by Wanda’s ring-covered hand opening the door for you, extending her arm in an ‘after you, ladies first’ motion.

Arching an eyebrow at the action before turning to face them, “Thank you for the clothes. I’ll return them washed by the end of next week, swear,” beginning to turn back around before stopping and facing them again, whispering, “and thank you for last night too,” then rushing down the steps of the porch.

Stepping out of the doorway both women laugh before replying, “Now, that you don’t need to thank us for.” Trying to hide your blush from the redheads as you speed walk down the sorority's front lawn, checking your phone for the time, seven minutes to get there, thinking ‘I can do it’ as you break out into a run across campus.

#shay writes #wandanat x reader #wandanat x reader smut #wandanat #wandanat smut #wandanat fic #sorority au #college au

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soo0hee · 7 months ago

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Pairing — Xu Minghao x Reader

Summary — An outing with your coworkers quickly left you spiraling and all you want is to be home...

Genre — fluff, established relationship, idol!au

Warnings — anxiety, sensory overload, alcohol mentioned

Word Count — 1.3k

Rating — pg-13

A/n — The setting is quite literally what i went through yesterday so this is me just working through my weekend... pls bare with me :((

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©soo0hee on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

Going out with your coworkers was something you regularly did. You were a good team, not everyone had the fortune of being able to say that.

You also liked going out with them, however often times, you found yourself overwhelmed by everything around you. It was when suddenly your social switch flipped and everything became to much for you.

The music was suddenly to loud, the crowd of strangers kept getting bigger and the pushing was constantly making you lose your balance. At one point your knees even buckled and you had to hold onto your drunk coworker who kept yelling a jumbled mess of the lyrics to a song you could recognize over her shrill voice that made your ears ring.

You winced involuntarily as another stranger pressed you against the bar as he tried to make his way through the crowd. Flinching slightly you tried to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay, not wanting to cry in the middle of a bar or in front of your coworkers.

Swallowing harshly, you blindly reached for the stool where you knew your jacket would be and quickly tried passing one of your coworkers who looked as you with a questioning head tilt.

“I’ll be out for a minute!” you yelled over the loud music only to receive a nod in return.

Rushing out and running into more people then you would have liked in the process, until you reached the door.

Cold air engulfed you, chills running down your spine and a few deep breaths later you could feel your racing heart already calming down a bit. The alcohol running through your blood made your mind a bit fuzzy and your skin that was until a few seconds ago tingling uncomfortably now sporting goosebumps because of the cold.

You felt already way calmer then just before, sitting down on a bench just a few meters away to collect yourself.

You didn’t want to go back inside, even if you had fun earlier that night but now, you just wanted to go home.

You wanted to get rid of the make un your face, the glitter in your hair and the sweat clinging to your hairline only to fall into the arms of your boyfriend and not move a muscle for the rest of the night.

It was barely even 10:30 pm but your team had been parting since shortly after 7 pm and you were tired! You huffed quietly, not knowing if you wanted to hear the complaints of your coworkers about leaving already when 2 of them suddenly sat down beside you.

“Are you okay?” Carrie asked, slightly slurring out the words while Yurin giggled and clung to her shoulder.

Giving her a short nod and a, in your opinion, forced smile that you hoped she believed in her drunk state. Seeing her like that you suddenly felt significantly more sober then before.

“Yes, I just needed a minute. You two can go back in I’ll be fine here.” You nodded, hoping that you didn’t need to explain to them what was going through your head. That might be a dick move but what could you say, explaining what you felt was exactly your forte.

“You sure? We can stay with you for a while until you want to come back inside…”

You shook your head, telling them that it was okay and that you would text in the group chat if something were the matter.

They were unsure if they should follow your request, it was night after all but then they went back when they were convinced that you were fine out here alone.

Relieved to be alone again you checked your phone.

10:42 pm

You could just leave and text the chat that you were going home, but then you would probably have to answer a few questions on Monday.

I might be coming home soon – send 10:43 pm

Typing bubble appeared and vanished again.

Something wrong Băo Bèi? – received 10:43 pm

Want me to pick you up? – received 10:44 pm

No no, it’s fine you should be resting! I just- don’t know – send 10:46 pm

Typing…

I’ll wait for you – received 10:47 pm

It was simple, but butterflies still erupted in your stomach.

Yes, you wanted to go home. Now!

A text to the group chat and you were on the way.

Thankfully the bus station wasn’t far and so you sat in the bus towards Minghaos apartment barely 10 minutes later and 15 more and you punched in the code to open the door.

The Tv was running quietly in the bedroom and the soft glow of Haos bed side lamp through the gap was a sure sign that he was already in bed.

On soft soles you went directly into the bathroom where your pyjama was still hanging over the side of the tub from this morning.

You took a fast shower, tub now sparkly and you clean you finished of your skin routine before getting dressed. The clothes you were wearing before, carelessly thrown to the floor, waiting to be thrown into the laundry the next day.

“Hey…” was what you were softly greeted with by your boyfriend who had his glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hands. He looked unbelievably soft swallowed by the fluffy comforter in pillow and quickly you crawled in on the other side.

He put the book aside and took his glasses of so he could comfortably wrap his arms around your tired form.

“hi.” You murmured back, face hidden in his chest.

You felt his hand running down your spine soothingly, causing you to melt against him.

“Tired?” he hummed.

You nodded.

“Did something happen Băo Bèi?”

You looked up, eyes meeting his loving ones and you enjoyed the press of his plump lips against your forehead.

“Nothing bad, at some point I just felt like I needed to get out of there. It just-“

“Got to much?”

“Mhmm, there were so many people who kept pushing to get past us, the music wasn’t my taste after a while and if I ever have to hear my coworker sing again I will throw something! Seriously, my ears are still ringing!”

Minghao snorted at the last part.

He knew how you sometimes couldn’t handle your emotions well, always there by yours side when you had a hard time understanding them so this wasn’t the first time this happened. For you, in those moments, you felt like you had to escape the situation, your skin crawling as touch got to much, the noises surrounding you getting to much and every social interaction became a burden suddenly.

He was actually quite proud that in those moments you like to search for an escape in his arms.

To know that you considered him the place for your ship to seek safety from the storm in, that filled him with immense pride. You could have gone to your own place after all.

“Aigoo my Băo Bèi, sounds like you had an overload… how are you feeling now?”

“Better now that I’m here.” You smiled as you blinked at him sleepily.

Hao’s ears turned red and you giggled at the sight.

“You’re still blushing at this? After all this time?” You teased with a kiss to his now healed collarbone before nuzzling back into it. He shivered at the touch.

“You little-“ his finger poked your side in good fun and you squealed in surprise.

Yes, this felt right again.

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 1 month ago

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"OF COURSE I KNOW"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH MATT ☺

I hope you like it! 🖤

(The gifs are mostly for science, you know what I mean lol, Matt please just one chance PLEASE) (sorry, I'm ovulating so hard rn I hope you enjoy the fic, love you 3.000)

Matt couldn't see you, but he could clearly hear your racing heartbeat and shallow breathing every time he entered the courtroom where that day's trial was to be held.

He stood next to his client, and when the judge walked in, everyone sat down.

Your story was simple: Matt kept you out of jail a couple of times, so from then on, you went to all of his trials to support him even though you knew for a fact he didn't need it.

The lawyer was surprised when, a week after winning your case and consequently keeping you out of jail, he smelled the soft scent of your perfume in the courtroom, causing a lopsided smile to form on his lips.

He didn't know what you were doing there since you didn't have to attend that summons, but as the days passed, Matt connected the dots and realized you were in love with him.

It was hard not to be, since he was one (if not the best) lawyer in the entire city, in addition to being a good citizen and an even better person. His kind heart and his unique personality were what made you fall at his feet.

At that moment, with Her Honor's permission, he ushered in his first witness. He extended the stick he used for walking and approached the podium where the woman who was about to testify was seated.

"Good morning, Mrs. Stone," he began politely. "May you state your full name for the record?"

"Marion Stone," the woman replied, and he nodded.

"Mrs. Stone, how would you describe my client, briefly?" he added delicately.

"Susan is a good girl," Marion said. "She always has kind words for me and my husband." He works a lot, and whenever I tell him he should take a break and think about whether that's what he wants to do his whole life, he tells me he wouldn't mind having the same job forever."

He smiled, and Matt seemed to hear it, as he mimicked his gesture.

"Thank you, Ms. Stone," he murmured before turning alternately to the judge and the bench. "Given this statement, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Your Honor, I'd like, if I may, to ask you a question."

"Proceed," the judge allowed.

"After what you've just heard, do you really believe my client is guilty of the petty theft he's accused of?"

The jurors shook their heads, and Matt nodded in agreement with their answer.

"There are no further questions, Your Honor."

The trial continued for another hour, until the judge decreed that they would continue the next day at the same time.

You quickly left the courtroom, heading for the nearest vending machine.

You needed to eat something with chocolate, preferably, before your body collapsed.

You threw in a couple of coins and grabbed a couple of Kit-Kats and a bag of chips.

You nearly had a heart attack when you turned around and saw him standing behind you.

"Hi," you mumbled, bringing your hand to your chest. "Sorry, I just scared me." You laughed nervously. "I didn't hear you arrive."

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said. "I didn't mean to," he continued. "I heard you in the courtroom and thought I'd come over and ask how things are going."

"Fine," you replied. "I'm looking for a job," you confessed. "Although looking for work is also a job, you know…"

"Yes," he laughed, and you imitated his gesture. "I'm glad everything's going well," he said.

"Everything's going great," you repeated, watching him closely. "What you did in there was really good."

"I'm a very good lawyer," he tilted his head at you. "You know that."

"I'm sure you'll keep that girl out of jail like you did with me," you whispered. "You're very good at your job, Murdock."

"Matt," he corrected her. "We've known each other for several months now, we can forget about formalities." He smiled.

"Okay, Matt." "You said, 'Well, I… should go. I have… things to do.'

"Let me treat you to lunch," he blurted out, making you blush as red as a tomato. "You're hungry," he smiled, "too hungry."

"How do you know?"

"Your guts are rumbling," he replied, making you open your eyes wide. "It's like blind people do, you know. The other senses are much more acute when you can't see," he explained. "Hearing is one of them."

"Okay," you agreed. "Where are you going to take me?"

"It's a surprise," he replied. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Okay, I won't speculate anymore," you murmured. He smiled at the sulky tone of your voice.

It turned out the place he'd taken you was his apartment.

You had nothing against it; in fact, you were intrigued to see where he lived and what his house would be like.

He had everything very well organized and marked, to make his life as easy as possible despite his condition.

"Come in," he invited politely, "as if you were at home."

"I'm already inside," you said.

He shook his head and smiled.

"You haven't moved from the entrance," he replied, tilting his head toward him in the kitchen. "Come in."

You threw your coat over one of the kitchen chairs, spreading your scent throughout the house. You might not have realized it, but Matt inhaled.

He swished deeply a couple of times, capturing the scent of your strawberry-scented shampoo. He smiled playfully because, of course, it had to be strawberry.

"What are you making?" you asked, looking at him closely.

"House specialty," he said as he fluently chopped the onions.

You watched him cook, causing a smile to spread across your lips, a gesture he noticed, but he didn't say anything to you.

"You know what?" you whispered. "I think I could get used to this."

"To what?" "He asked, a little playfully.

"You know, being at home," you slid over to hug him from behind, "cooking, reading, or doing other more pleasurable things."

"Eating is a pleasure," he said, flashing an amused smile, which you mimicked.

"You know what I mean, Matt," you replied, resting your cheek against his back.

"Of course I know," he replied, smug.

In one swift movement, he had you trapped between the kitchen island and his body, causing your gaze to drop to his lips instantly.

"I'm seriously considering skipping lunch and going straight to dessert," he whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "What do you think about that?"

"I think you should," you mumbled, causing a husky laugh to escape his lips.

"I thought so," he smiled before joining his lips with yours.

After a long round of kisses, you enjoyed the delicious meal Matt had prepared while watching the raindrops hit the window of his apartment, thinking that, after a long time, you finally felt at home.

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wwilsonbarness · 2 years ago

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I messed up.. (part 2)

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

summary: Bucky tries to apologise for the things he said... do you accept?

warnings: angstttt, some fluff, anxiety?, idkk i think that's all :)

word count: 2535

a/n: I'm so sorry it took so long for part 2. I hated what I first wrote and my week ended up super busy. I'm so scared to post this lmao I hope it doesn't disappoint!

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :)

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

part one

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Sam insisted you took it easy for the rest of the night, he brought you dinner in bed, checked on you every hour, and brought you everything you could need. You appreciated it but at the same time you just wanted to lay in bed alone and cry. For the first few hours it was out of sadness, seeing Bucky that angry with you made your chest ache, the thought of disappointing him was something you couldn’t handle, but as the hours passed the sadness slowly turned into anger. The more you replayed his words in your mind the angrier you got, how could he imply you didn’t care about your baby?

Ever since you were a little girl yourself you had wanted to be a mom, it was your dream and Bucky knew that.You had both spent countless nights talking for hours on end about how excited you were to have a baby together, you thought he was excited too but were you and your baby just a burden to him? A problem he had to sort out? Did he even want this?

Hours had passed and you were starting to drift to sleep when you heard voices outside your bedroom door. Part of you wanted to stay in bed and ignore whoever it was but when you heard Bucky’s voice you jump out of bed.

“I just want to check if she's okay.” You hear Bucky’s voice through the door, slightly louder than he normally speaks, a clear sign he was getting frustrated. You hear a second voice but you can’t figure out who it is until you move closer, it was Sam.

“You… chance..screwed up..” It’s muffled but you can guess what he said. You keep walking closer to the door and go to open it as you hear a third voice.

“Barnes, you need to leave her be, you’ve done enough tonight.” That was definitely Tony, he was the only one to call Bucky by his last name.

You weren’t ready to face Bucky yet but you didn’t want to have to listen to them arguing any longer so you opened the door, to be faced with Bucky standing right in front of you, Tony to the side of him and Sam a few doors down outside his room.

“Can you guys argue somewhere else please?” Bucky’s head flys round at the sound of your voice. He instantly looks you up and down, focusing on your bump for a few seconds longer than anywhere else, which reminds you of how he had looked at you earlier. You bring your hand up to your stomach without realising.

“Doll, are you okay?” You could see the concern in his eyes this time but you couldn’t get past the anger you were feeling.

“I’m fine, Bucky. I just want to sleep so can you three go somewhere else if you’re gonna shout at each other.” Bucky’s face started to lighten up in relief for a second but tensed up again as you continued.

“I’m sorry, can we please talk?” He starts to walk closer to you but you flinch and move backwards into your room. You weren’t scared of him but you couldn’t handle this tonight. Bucky’s face drops as he watches you move away from him. “Doll I just want to-”

“I don’t have the energy tonight Bucky, please can you just leave me alone.” You look at each other for a few seconds before you plead again, “Please.” Bucky slightly nods his head but you don’t wait for any other type of response before you close your door.

You lean your head against the door as it shuts, taking a deep breath in as an attempt to keep yourself calm. You hear Bucky and Tony throw a couple more sentences at each other, resulting in Tony asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to lock your door to anyone but him and Sam. You didn’t want to shut Bucky out but the things he said to you really hurt your feelings and if you were to talk to him about it now you would end up saying things you regret. You just wanted and needed time to yourself to calm down. You climb back into bed and go to sleep to try and forget about the whole situation, it takes a few hours but sleep finally washes over you.

You could only sleep for a few hours before your morning sickness hit. Without Bucky there to help you like every other morning it was a lot harder to deal with. After sitting beside the toilet for a few minutes you manage to run yourself a bath and relax for a bit. You wanted to put off talking with Bucky as long as you could, you knew he’d already be awake as he was every day, probably in the kitchen making breakfast.

You hear a knock at your door as you're in the bath which brings you out of your thoughts about Bucky, but when you reach the door all that’s there is a tray with waffles, fruit and orange juice on it. You pick it up and place it on your desk to find a note, recognising Bucky’s handwriting straight away you pick it up.

I’m sorry for everything I said and did. I want to make it up to you when you are ready to talk. I know you’ve probably been unwell this morning so I hope this makes you feel better. I put some gummy bears on the waffles since I know you’ve been craving sweet things. I love you and baby so much - Buck x

You feel your eyes tear up as you read each word, and even though you’re mad at him all you want in this moment is for Bucky to hold you. You quickly get dressed and start to walk towards the kitchen, hoping he’s still there. To your luck he was still hovering around the cooker cleaning up his mess from cooking breakfast.

“Buck?” His head whips around at lightning speed to the sound of your voice. He takes one step towards you before stopping himself, remembering how you reacted last night. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you more.

“Doll, are you okay?”

“Mhmm, can we talk?” Bucky lets out a huge breath he wasn’t aware he was holding as you speak, he wants nothing more than to talk to you.

“Of course doll, wanna sit over here?” He points his hand towards the couch in the corner of the room. You nod your head and walk over. When you both sit down it’s quiet for a few minutes, both of you equally scared to break the silence until Bucky speaks.

“Are you scared of me?” He asks, tone soft as if he’s scared of what the answer might be.

“No, Bucky I’d never be scared of you.” His shoulders start to relax in relief but not for long as you continue. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you.”

“I am so so sorry y/n, I promise you I didn’t mean anything I said, I was just scared which I know isn’t an excuse but it’s the truth. My worst fear is losing you, and now with the baby on the way I’m even more scared of losing you both. When I heard Sam telling Tony and Nat that you were seen with a bump it was.. It was like my brain just took over, I kept imagining you being hurt and I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened. I can’t lose you, either of you. If you let me, I promise I will try my best to make things back the way they were.”

Bucky’s speech took you off guard, you were expecting and hoping to speak first so you could get everything out while you felt able to, you had to try so hard to hold back your tears. You could tell he was sorry and honestly part of you just wanted to say it’s okay, tell him you forgave him, that everything was fine but the other part of you was still focused on his horrible words yesterday, and you knew things would never be okay again unless you told him how he made you feel. “I just need to get this off my chest Bucky, I know you’re sorry but I still need to say this. He nods his head to show he understands you.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself to speak. “First off, I just want to make it completely clear, that” you bring your hand to your stomach and cup the small bump you have, “I love and care so much for this baby, more than anything or anyone else in the world. So when you said that to me, said that I.. That I didn’t care, it really really hurt me. I know I went against what we agreed, I know I scared you, but that didn’t give you a right to talk to me the way you did.”

“I kno-” Bucky tries to respond but you don’t let him. Your voice is beginning to shake and there are tears starting to fall from your eyes. Bucky’s heart was breaking at seeing you so upset.. all because of him.

“No, please let me finish. I.. I know you care about me and our baby, I know you do but you went way too far. You were so worried about other people hurting me you didn’t realise that you were the one doing it.”

You can hear Bucky swallow deeply as he listens, his eyes growing wetter with every word, it was hard for him to hear but he knew everything you were saying was true. He had done the one thing he swore he never would, he hurt you and he wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself for it. “You promised me that you would never hurt me, and I believed you.” Your voice cracks with your last words, and the tears finally escape. “You made me feel like we were burdening you, like we were just a problem to you, something you had to deal with.”

Bucky desperately wants to reach out and comfort you but he stops himself. He keeps his eyes locked with yours and you nod your head a little, a silent way of telling him that it was his turn to talk. He nods back and readies himself, he had a lot he wanted to say but now he’d heard how much he had hurt you, it was like his brain had forgotten everything.

“You have to know that you both are the most important people in my life, you could never be a burden to me, ever. I'm so sorry I made it feel that way. Y/N I know I hurt you, I want.. I need you to know that when I made that promise I meant it, I’ve never intended to hurt you, and for the rest of my life, as long as you’ll have me I promise, with every single part of me that I will care and love for you and our baby.” You are starting to choke up at what he is saying but try so hard not to let it show.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’ll always be scared of something happening to you both and nothing’s gonna ever change that, but I know now that I need to find other ways of working through that. I’ll do anything it takes for you to forgive me. I want to be there for you and our baby forever.” He looks down to your bump, his gaze softens, a slight smile grows, and with a quiet, soft voice he continues.

“I can’t wait to see you be a mom, you’re gonna be the best there is. I really mean it, our baby is so lucky to have you as a parent.” When he looks up he tries to understand how you’re feeling but your face is pretty much blank, you were in shock. You’d only been in two relationships before Bucky but not once had either of them apologised for something they did, now Bucky was practically begging you to forgive him, you didn’t know how to take it. You just knew you couldn’t lose him.

“Buck.. As much as I hate how you spoke to me, I don’t want to let this argument get between us, I want things to change. I know you are scared and I understand that.. I’m scared too, but we can get through it together. We are strong enough to not let this break us apart, okay?”

Bucky lets out a huge breath he didn’t even realise he was holding in. “Doll, I want nothing more than for us to be okay.”

You stand up and put your hand out towards him, “Come on, I got you something.” He hesitantly grabs your hand, and follows you to your room. Just as you reach the door he stops, and drops his hand out of yours. “Bucky.. It’s okay you can come in.”

“Are you sure?” He asks hesitantly.

“I’m positive.” He smiles slightly at your answer then follows you in.

“I got youu…” You trail your words out as you dig for his gift. “This.” You pass him the teddy, expecting to smile but instead he frowns, rubbing his thumb over each word as he reads it.

“You don’t like it?” you ask him, taking a seat next to him.

“I do,” He forces a smile out, “I’m just worried I won’t be a good dad. I’m just scared doll.” He looks up to you again and sees your eyes still glossy, and he feels he has to defend his words. “I am excited, please know I am. I just don’t wanna mess up again.” He reaches out to touch your stomach and you see him hesitating so you put your hand on top of his and gently push it onto your stomach.

“It’s gonna be okay Buck, I trust you.” You lay your head on his shoulder and cuddle into him, “We’re gonna be okay.”

“I love you both so much.”

“And we love you too.” Just as you finish speaking your stomach rumbles, which startles Bucky.

“Oh my god. Was that the baby??”

You had to hold in your laughter as you replied to him, it was way too early for the baby to kick. “No Bucky, I’m just hungry.” He follows your gaze to the tray with the breakfast he made you.

“Dolll… you didn’t eat?” You shake your head and Bucky stands up and brings it to bed.”Wanna share?”

“Of course.” He picks up a gummy bear but before he can put it in his mouth you grab it.

“Hey!” He looks at you confused.

“Sorry,” you say between your giggles, “you aren't getting any of the gummy bears, baby wants all of them.”

“Oh yeah? Baby wants all of them? Sureee.” You were both laughing now, as you tried to get all the gummy bears before him.

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that-student-that-has-homework · 1 year ago

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Pretty Girl - Portgas D. Ace

I read this lovely little snippet by @mrsoharaa and felt the need to know what would happen next. Written with permission!

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To be fair, Marco actually wasn’t teasing him this time. He’d been nose deep in a book and was just as deep in his thoughts when he’d made the request.

“Hey Ace, can you go and call” the first division commander squinted at the book, trying to recall the words but was clearly too distracted to, “can you call-we-what was-just call your pretty girl for me yoi?”

He wasn’t teasing him this time.

Ace had just simply had enough.

//—----------

It had started in the morning? maybe afternoon? who knows what time it was…after some good old fashion pirate revelry until who knows what hour of the evening.

He’d woken up in some weird kinda angle on some random corner of the ship, with a bit of a headache. So like any other day, he made his way over to the kitchen to get some food to fix his problem. After all, if his head hurt, he probably just needed some food, right?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the slick Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates,” the Division Commander in question blinked at his Fourth Division counterpart, his lips pulling up at the strange greeting.

What’d he mean by slick though? Just thinking about it made his head squeeze, so he decided to push it off until he had some food in his system.

“Thatch, I’m hungry,” he declared as he slumped himself on the kitchen counter, throwing his bottom half on a stool there, “gimme somethin’ to eat.”

“Comin’ right up,” the cook shot him an amused grin as he went about grabbing his disgruntled younger brother-in-arms some food.

“Hungover?” The question came from Ace’s side, where the head doctor sat, sipping on a cup of…well it wasn’t alcohol.

“Huh?” The younger man just blinked, trying to get the fog out of his brain. “Nah.” He rolled onto his side to better face his older brother. “Just got a headache.”

“Sounds like a hangover to me yoi,” the doc grinned over the rim of his mug.

Ace didn’t pay him much mind though, waiting for his food to arrive.

Though his silence seemed to encourage his companion, “especially with how much you drank last night.”

“Wasn’t that much,” he ruffled his hair in hopes to alleviate some of the pounding in his head.

“It was enough that you called a certain someone ‘pretty girl.’”

A moment of silence passed as Ace continued to aggressively knead at his scalp. His mind very sluggishly processing Marco’s words…he was just about to fall asleep again with how much his he-

HE DID WHAT?!

That blew all the fog and grog out of Ace’s brain and body, as he all but sprung to his feet in shock. The medic in front of him offered him little more than his usual lazy, lopsided grin.

The vertigo hit him right as the adrenaline wore off, and he was clutching to the counter to save himself from smacking into the ground. His grip only tightened as he heard footsteps from the other side of the counter rejoin them.

“Yo Ace, I fixed you a plate for your pretty girl too,” he chirped sliding over two plates, “if you wanted to go and deliver it to her.”

It had been a while since Pops had clobbered him, but the memory of his audacious, disastrous, flirty remark hit him much like one of Pops’ fists did. Of all things, he only came up with pretty girl?

He-just-urgh-just-just where was his hat when he needed it? He resorted to using his hands to hide his face from the other two commanders. He didn’t need to see them to know they were grinning - they were just oozing with entertainment.

“Ah don’t worry slick,” he could hear Thatch’s voice getting closer, “I’d say she took it well enough.”

The way the cook only barely got his sentence out before he and Marco broke out into snickers said otherwise. Ace grabbed his plate of food and moved to find a different corner of the massive galleon to eat in.

For the next few days, the different commanders would wink, snicker, smirk, borderline leer at him whenever you were in his general vicinity. They weren’t subtle about it, given pirates were generally as subtle as a sea king on land. They didn’t have to say it out loud for him to hear it though:

“Pretty girl.”

The behavior spread to the rest of the crew like wildfire. He’d have compared the spread to some nasty disease, but those usually knocked people out. Unfortunately this one seemed to rile them up, everyone seemed overly eager to be able to poke at him for his drunken declaration. By the end of the week, even the swabbies were in on it. They weren’t as bad as the commanders, but…ugh. Just…anyhow you’d think that, after a week, it would become old news, but no.

Nope.

Not this news.

Seems everyone on this damn ship was a gossip. Grown ass grizzled pirates, reduced to giggling gossiping gaggles of gremlins. The Second Division Commander couldn’t go for more than a few hours without hearing some kinda comment, or getting some kinda look.

Even pops was in on it now!

He’d found out when the old man had grinned at him, what was worse was that it was a good-natured grin. He wasn’t teasing him…but what he said to him, as a kind of encouragement, had left this poor son of Whitebeard feeling more flustered than ever.

Unfortunately all his attempts at getting the crew to cut it out were falling on deaf ears. His fellow commanders in particular had no problem ignoring his requests and continuing to tease him, which of course emboldened the rest of the crew.

Of course the worst part had to be…well, there was no way you didn’t know about what was happening. After all, you always put on an unbothered face, but he knew it had to be making you uncomfortable. After all it wasn’t like he’d ever followed up on that pretty girl comment while sober. Though he wouldn’t deny the little amused simpers that you’d put on whenever your fellow crew mates would leer at him had his heart doing little flips.

Anyway…

Things had finally died down a bit, with Ace getting some peace of mind. People had finally gotten bored. Meaning he could probably try…y’know…approaching you while sober…

Well they’d mostly died down…

//—--

“SHE IS PRETTY ALRIGHT?!” Yeah he’d had enough. “Do none of y'all have eyes?!” He raged on, over a week’s worth of agitation erupting from him violently.

“So what if I called her pretty girl?” There was a kind of catharsis in seeing the First Division Commander staring at him bug-eyed. “It wasn't a lie!” He threw his hands up in agitation. “That's for sure.”

“Uh A-”

“Like you all don't state the obvious sometimes!” He pointed an accusatory finger at everyone who was in the infirmary…which wasn’t much, but Thatch hadn’t left yet and he was one of the guys that teased him the most!

“A-”

“And!” He was burning up the whole place and there was no stopping him. “I never said she was my pretty girl! I just said she was a pretty girl!” Little flickers of fire left his shoulders. “And she definitely is pretty!” He flexed his fingers. “Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, all the words that mean that!”

The Second Division Commander’s chest and shoulders heaved from the way he was panting after his rant. Man it felt good to get it off his chest.

He shook his head, getting the remaining frustration out before rolling his shoulders out. He felt a whole lot better. He stretched his neck, before turning to look at his stunned fellow commanders.

“Hey Thatch, I’m hungry,” he grinned, “can you make me something to eat? Or should I just go raid the fridge?”

That seemed to snap the cook out of it, “keep yourself out of my fridge and out of my kitchen hotshot!”

“Uh…Ace,” the fiery man turned to look at the medic that had sparked this outburst.

“Oh Marco, what did you need again?” He’d asked him to do something before mentioning you.

“It’s no problem yoi,” strange, the doctor seemed to be looking behind him.

Was there someone behind him? The young commander turned around -

Shoot.

He hadn’t said anything negative! But dang what he said sure as hell was damning. He must sound like a total creep. Just going on and on about how pretty he thinks you are. Could someone just launch him into the sea?

It didn’t help that the most unrelenting of the division commanders were here to see this horrifying display. They weren’t ever going to let him live this dow-

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, hope pulling your lips up tentatively. “Even while sober?”

Ace managed to nod at that.

Gosh he felt stupid. This wasn’t how he wanted to do it. Why was he so trash at trying to compliment you?

“Well I think you’re pretty too,” you gave him a good-natured smile, “so there, we’re even.”

“Really?” Gah! Why was that the first thing out of his mouth?

Oh gosh it was so cute the way you fiddled with your fingers. You only ever did that when you were nervous-you only ever did that when you were nervous.

“I mean,” you grinned, “haven’t you ever looked in a mirror Ace?”

Ace was sure he’d turned his face to fire at that point. He was here fumbling over his feet like a baby dear, and you were so smooth, you might as well be polishing the deck with wax.

“Um, in case that wasn’t clear,” you continued, “yes, really Ace, you’re pretty.”

Thatch let out a low whistle then, “well would you look at that,” he grinned, “a pretty boy for a pretty girl.”

“Stop teasing him Thatch,” you sighed, shooting the cook a look, “you’ve all teased him more than enough already.”

“Yo,” the longtime resident of the infirmary called out to you, “I was actually going to send Ace to find you yoi.”

“Oh did you need something Marco?” You walked further into the room, passing by the stunned pretty boy.

“Were you busy today yoi?”

“Not really, why? Did you need help?”

You thought he was pretty too?

Would you consider, maybe, going out on a date? He couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued to talk with his First Division Counterpart. He wasn’t about to ask you here, in front of these jerks, but maybe later…

Maybe later…

When you were sitting on the bow looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky. He’d ask you.

And you’d say yes.

#portgas d ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace fluff #portgas d ace #portgas d ace fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece #ace one piece

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uhmmmm little thing i wrote for practice...... spare me ive been taking creative writing for approximately two weeks . its about color being gifted his camera

September 16th. Color hadn’t known (remembered) when their birthday was until earlier that month. They and Ink were chatting it up about Color’s AU when Ink had mentioned the creation date.

“Since all Sanses were technically born on April 1st, most just consider their birthdays to be the day their universes were created–so: happy early birthday!” They had exclaimed.

Color couldn’t remember the last time they had celebrated such a thing. There was no time in the void, they nor Gaster could have ever guessed when any holidays were, not even their birthdays. They could only scratch lines into the crumbling pillars of Judgement Hall when a day might have passed–which meant little in the void.

The idea of their birthday coming up scared them a little. They didn’t want to have a party, a dinner, or any big event that surrounded them. It had only been a few months, many hospital visits and psychiatric appointments, as well as way too much meeting new people since they had arrived at the Omega Timeline. Delta was the only person they truly called a friend, and even he could be too much sometimes. They ultimately decided not to tell anybody about their upcoming birthday, but fate had other plans.

Delta had knocked on their bedroom door, leaving it open a pinch after Color hesitantly allowed him in. But Color could only stare awkwardly and mumble a simple “thanks” as the words “happy birthday” came out of his mouth.

“A little birdie told me,” He mused, winking. Ink, of course, that blabbermouth. Delta moved to plop down on the edge of the bed, looking at Color for permission first. He was holding a medium-sized box in his gauntlets. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, and this is gonna sound cheesy, but I value our friendship.”

Color silently nodded. Kindness urged them to say something nice in return, but they couldn’t find the words. Get to the point already, they thought, practically hearing Patience shake her head.

“Me and Epic put our money together to get you something. I know you don't like a lot of company, so I didn’t invite him, but he says happy birthday too.” He grinned enthusiastically at Color, who smiled weakly in return.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Color’s flames danced in a green blob, teal teetering at the edges. “You already do enough, really, you don’t have to spend more money on me.”

“I know, it’s just…” Delta continued, rubbing the vertebrae on the back of his neck. “It’s your first birthday here, and I wanted to do something. Here.”

Delta passed the box over to Color. It was heavy. Not too big, though. A cute shade of pink wrapped neatly in a white ribbon. Just looking at it made Color nauseous. Doubtful, they looked up at Delta, who nodded in encouragement.

Delicately, Color unraveled the ribbon, slipping off the top of the box and putting it to the side. They felt Delta’s eyes on them as they took out the paper fill, phalanges stopping in their path as Color stared down at the object. The shiny reflection of glass stared back at them, a lens attached to a little gadget of buttons and adjustment settings.

“A camera?” The quiet words slipped out of their teeth as they stared down at it. “Why?”

“I…see you looking at that photo a lot.” Color turned their head back towards Delta, confusion evident in their expression.

“What?”

“The photo on your nightstand. Your younger siblings, right?” He gestured to the framed photo that stood on its own under the lamplight. The symbol of everything Color had lost. “It's the only thing you put up in here. Everything else was donated.”

Color glanced at the photo, then Delta, then back at the camera they held gingerly in their hands. They hadn’t realized how much that said about them. To think Delta could read them so easily–it was scary. But there was a warmth in every soul inside of Color that started to burn as they listened to Delta speak.

“I lost people I cared about, just like you, and made it my life mission to help people I couldn’t in the past. But even with my newfound purpose, I still find myself back there, stuck in the past.” He looked at Color. “I see it in you when you look at that photo. Like you’re sucked in, back there with your family, no longer in the present with me. Like I could look back to you and find nothing there.”

“I guess what I'm trying to say is…you seem to value that picture more than you value anything else. It almost traps you. And I was wondering if the idea of taking more pictures like it could benefit you. Give you new things to cherish, to hold dear to your heart like your family.”

“But if I’ve learned one thing in this god-dammed multiverse, it’d be that family doesn’t have to be formed by blood. It doesn’t have to be found in old memories of lost loved ones. And you can find it in the strangest of places.” He chuckled. “You’ve met Epic. He’s weird and crazy, but…he means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. All of the memories I’ve made here are what keep me going. And those are the memories that matter–not the ones in the back of your skull that make you all depressed. Are you picking up what I'm putting down?”

Color was already hugging him. They were burying their face into Delta's shoulder, squeezing their eye shut. Their voice cracked pathetically as they spoke. “Did you have a long talk with Dream?”

“Hah. I wish. You got me all sappy.” He exhaled, wrapping his arm around Color to rub their back. “You need a tissue?”

“You know I can’t shed tears.”

“Right. Flamehead.”

Silence. But for once it was a comfortable silence.

“Thanks...For the camera. It was thoughtful.” Color finally said, retreating to their spot. They looked back at the camera in the box. “I think I’ll keep it forever.”

#color sans #delta sans #emberheart duo #utmv #undertale au #utmv fic #please dont give me writers curse :(#i did this instead of doing my homework #also i stole the theythem pronouns from soneone else heh

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malevessel · 1 year ago

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I don't remember much about the possession.

I only know that I gave up. I betrayed my family, my brother and I gave up. I stopped fighting. I was very tired, not only from trying to expel my possessor, but from seeing how he harmed my family. He hit my brother when he started to dig deeper into my strange behavior. He insulted my mother and almost beat up my father. I couldn't take it anymore and gave up. Because I'm a coward

Sometimes I have flashes of what he does with my body. Small moments of lucidity, produced by some failure in his control. Yesterday, I think it was yesterday, I saw how he fucked a girl in a bed that I didn't know. God, Alice, I betrayed her too.

I don't feel pain, I don't feel anything he does, but the restlessness of being locked in your body, in your own mind, is more than enough torture.

A sharp pain in my eyes wakes me up and I slowly open them, blinded by the bright light of the sun. "I can move" is the first thought that comes to my mind. "I feel my body" is the second.

I try to stand up a little, failing due to lack of practice using my body, I don't know how much time has passed. I am in a large room, a hospital, and through the window I can see the bay of my city. At the side of the bed, there is an armchair, and my brother is asleep in it.

Anton, Ant!!! My voice feels different, deeper and more masculine. My brother wakes up and when he looks at me and sees that I'm awake, he screams. Mom, dad, he's woken up!!!

The next moment, a warm and aggressive hug was suffocating me, and my family was on top of me. My mother and my brother crying, and my father about to join in the crying too.

I'm sorry. It's the only sentence that comes out of my mouth. My mother is the first to speak. It's okay, honey. He's gone, he's not going to do anything to you anymore, not anymore

Then my brother. It's my fault Paul, I should have realized it sooner, I should have saved you......

I didn't really know what to say. The following hours my parents and my brother told me everything that had happened.

Five months had passed. Bob, my possessor, had sneaked into my house one night, through my window. The police assumed that he made the possession there. At first it was subtle, my parents and my brother noticed that something was wrong, but little did they know that a dangerous criminal had impersonated their son. The days passed and "my" behavior became erratic, increasingly evident that something was very, very wrong. In the end, my parents had no choice but to throw me out of the house, or Bob, and report me to the police. I was a danger to them. That was only during the first month, but they didn't know anything else about me, except for some information that Anton found out. It seems that Bob started a drug trafficking business again, with my body. They received no more news until a week ago when a police officer, more precisely Detective Sheila Mille, called my parents' house and explained the situation to them. The police were not sure that I was possessed, but for my family there was no doubt.

All the helplessness they felt during those months turned into anger, anger towards Bob, and hope, hope that I, their son, was still somewhere.

At my request, we talked again and stayed like that for a few more hours.

The police came to take my statement a few hours later, and when they left, Detective Sheila arrived, and with my family's permission, explained the situation to me, who Bob was, and why he could do what he did. I honestly couldn't understand much of what he was saying.

A few hours later I was discharged from the hospital and went home. While my parents prepared dinner, Anton and I met in my room. I needed to apologize

I'm sorry, I gave up, I couldn't do anything and you paid the price.

You don't have to apologize, Paul. In any case, it is my fault, for not having trusted my instincts, my heart that kept telling me that the person in front of me was not my brother.

When we finished talking, we had dinner as a family and when I returned to my room, I noticed it. A pain that was not pain. An anguish. My brother came through the door and threw something into my hands, a pack of cigarettes.

What the hell are you doing? I don't smoke

You don't, but Bob does. And he smoked every day for the five months he was in you. It's horrible and you're going to leave it as soon as possible, but not today. Today you have too many things on your mind to worry about that.

Before I could say anything else, the cigarette was already lit, and I was already smoking. This shit hit hard, it was going to be difficult to quit.

...........

The next morning I got up early and wanting to get back into my routine, I got ready to go to the gym. I hesitated whether to take the cigarettes or not and in the end decided not to, without realizing that I had already put them in my backpack without thinking about it.

......

This is going to continue

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What If Their S/O Was A Royal Heir?

Type of Writing: #1 - Poll Result Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, Jamil Viper, and Jack Howl Name: What If Their S/O Was A Royal Heir? Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: Alright, so, the basic set-up behind this is in the order of pieces on my upcoming list is going to be the order in which these are released. Also, requests shall NOT be reopened until I finish at least most of the random prompts I have are done, thanks!

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❤️ You were a descendant of the Queen who took up after the Queen of Hearts passed away years ago, and ever since then, your family has ruled the Queendom of Roses without faults

❤️ Because of fears of betrayal and such, your family never really spoke to many others outside of work, but, when you received a letter claiming your advising attendance at Night Raven College, you jumped at the opportunity

❤️ When you arrived, you suffered far less criticism from Riddle than others, and many believed that he feared you because of your ranking, he didn't want to upset his mother

❤️ But, when you guys started to befriend one another and began your relationship, you figured out the true reason he didn't behead you as much as others

❤️ He didn't wish to bring any shame to his family, and when you saw how down he looked about that thought, you admitted to faking so many smiles, just because it was what your ancestor, known as the White Queen did

" I guess we aren't that different after all, huh? "

❤️ Ever since that day, you have recommenced having his parents meet yours, and, despite his constant pleas of you letting it go, you finally relented and asked for him to at least help you send a letter to his mother

❤️ Riddle's mother not-shockingly wasn't fond that her son began to see someone without her permission, but, when she realized how prominent you were in their homeland, she had to relent and allow your relationship to proceed, she didn't need the royal guard on her back

🎮 How did this guy manage to get your attention? The world may never know

🎮 As a higher-ranked official, specifically a descendant of the man who took the thrown of the King of the Underworld after his demise, you were normally thrown into many different affairs, making you try hiding away constantly

🎮 Thankfully, your prayers of freedom were answered, and you got an offer to join Night Raven College, and your family couldn't hold you back, since you gave the school a solid yes behind their backs

🎮 When you were organized into Ignihyde with Idia, he was very intimidated by you, since you were so popular among students

🎮 Though, funnily enough, you would go running away from the many students who wanted to ask you for things, and you would end up running into a nearby room, one in which Idia was occupying alone

🎮 You guys started speaking about how much you enjoyed a game and you ended up becoming quite close, in which you helped with with building Ortho's mechanical body

🎮 Idia was definitely nervous when you started your relationship, to him, you were the best thing to exist; powerful - yet caring, and quite smart when it comes to strategies, while he was, in his opinion, odd and not-worthy of you

🎮 Most of the time, he pushes your ranking in the Island of Woe, if you could push his issues aside, then he could put everything about you aside as well!

🐍 Many feared you because of how logical you were, you were rumored to be able to see through any kind of lies or, really, any kind of deceit, no matter the person

🐍 Jamil had heard about you mainly from Kalim and his parents, as you were a far-off relative of the Al-Asim's, specifically, you were a descendant of the Sultana from hundreds of years ago

🐍 You were being forced to heir the thrown, since your older brother had been assassinated a few years prior, and when you came by for a summer to spend time with your younger distant cousins, he would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of you

🐍 Whenever you noticed that Kalim was getting to be too much for Jamil, you would grab the young ball-of-sunshine and ask if he wanted to play with his younger siblings and you

🐍 Due to your far different rankings, you kept your relationship hidden, as you didn't wish for your family's council to end up punishing his family, who had done nothing wrong

🐍 Jamil would normally grab you and him a small cup of tea and relax with you on the balcony of your room, keeping the silence either in progress or cut it out with conversations about your lives and dreams of the future

🐍 And while your relationship may be in forcible secrecy, you shared your dream of living with Jamil by your side, either ruling over your homeland or relinquishing your role to one of your younger siblings to travel with your one and only

🐺 Jack knew quite a bit about you, as his parents loved to tell stories of the news to him and his younger siblings as they grew older, and they just made the news more recent and a hint more mature as Jack aged

🐺 So, when you arrived at Night Raven College at the same time as him, he was quite excited when you were organixed in the same dorm as him, Savanaclaw

🐺 He noticed how casually you would speak to Leona, and that was when the pieces of his mind actually realized just who you were

🐺 As the second-in-line heir to the Shaftlands, and the offspring of the descendant of the Fairest Queen and a high-ranking raven beastman, you had met the two heirs of Sunset Savannah early on in life, prompting a strong friendship between you and the lion-beastman to emerge

🐺 Jack began to speak with you when he saw how you trained your unique magic to be stronger than it was at the start of the year, and he began to train with you

🐺 One day, his siblings decided to come by for a visit, they stopped and starred at you as your boyfriend chuckled and introduced you, and after hearing your role and name, the young boy and girl began to bombard you with questions on your life as a royal member

🐺 The wolf-beastman smiled and watched as you spoke gently with his siblings as his grandparents and parents asked him how you met and when you began your relationship

🐺 He just smiled and answered them honestly, and he hoped one day his family could meet yours, and the kids you were currently playing with were adults as your own children took their places...

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show-your-fangs · 2 years ago

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I could request the double life of the reader, one as an agent and the other as a camgirl. Hotchner is a follower but they won't realize it until they travel on a case to an area where it's hot and they see a familiar brand.

By the way, I love your writing. 💖😊

anon i love you. take my hand in marriage RIGHT NOW.

It's You | Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner

introducing--

The Secrets We Keep (a Bunny and Clyde story) - Part One

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner x BAU/cam girl f!Reader

Words: 3k

CW: mutual masturbation, sex work (is real work), power imbalance/play.

Tags/warnings: master!hotch, reader works at the bau and is a secret cam girl, hotch is a customer, pet names (bunny, sweet girl), perv!hotch, mutual masturbation, hotch being a little mean.

a/n: yes, oh god yes will this become something I can already taste it. catch me writing another insanely long D/s series about these two because I AM IN LOVE.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

The first time that he noticed a similarity he thought he’d officially lost his mind.

Maybe the sleep deprivation, insurmountable amounts of stress he was under, and the fact that he had yet to have his morning coffee were all working in tandem against him.

It had been a complete accident. You’d been walking towards your desk in the morning, in a foul mood and you didn’t care who saw it. You’d set your bag down on the wooden counter but accidentally miscalculated how close you were to it and slammed your foot into the metal leg that separated them.

A yelp escaped your lips, high pitched, painful, sexual. His ears had perked up immediately, his brows scrunching together as he tried to remember where he’d heard that sound before. Realization struck him like a truck running him against a brick wall.

No, there was no way, his brain was being absurd, he was being absurd.

The day wrapped him up in a tornado of meetings and he’d almost forgotten about the incident earlier in the day, but then he received a notification late at night, after he’d returned home from a long day at the office. She was online, his favorite, perfect girl.

Aaron had never been one for porn, never really saw the appeal of overly produced, almost veering on fake sexual content. He’d met his wife in high school, he was never in need of searching for something that he already had.

But after Haley passed away and he became increasingly frustrated with the idea of having to put himself out there and date someone else to get the intimacy that he desired, he’d bitten the bullet and signed up for one of the many sites that Morgan had not so subtly been recommending for the past few months.

To think that his colleague could tell he was so sexually frustrated to the point that he’d began dropping hints about it had made him more embarrassed than signing up for the site.

The first few times that he used the site were…interesting. Getting past that wall of righteousness he’d put up around himself was difficult. He wanted, no, needed release, craved it in a way he’d never felt before.

He’d go from stream to stream, curious, trying to keep an open mind. But nothing really spoke to him, nothing really made him excited to engage, to stay longer than a few minutes, to touch himself.

And then he’d found her, bouncingbunny1, or Bunny as she went by for the customers that paid enough to be in her inner circle.

She was beautiful in that girl next door who was secretly naughty way that he hadn’t realized he was so attracted to. Always clad in delicate pink lingerie, never showing her face, even when he’d finally gotten over his fear and paid for a private session.

It was easy to fantasize, easy to let himself go and allow the soft cadence of her voice, the filthy sounds of her moans as she touched herself for his pleasure and his pleasure only, making him come undone in minutes.

He’d learned something dangerous about himself then, a desperate need to dominate, to control, to have power over someone in such an intimate way. Watching this delicate woman come undone by his orders, his commands, his instructions on how he wanted her to pleasure herself was more satisfying than anything he’d experienced before.

Now, months later, he could confidently accept that this had been one of the best decisions he’d ever made. Sure, he spent as much money on her as he did on rent every month, but it was honestly worth it. He had an insurmountable amount of access, she’d told him as much on their nightly conversations.

It wasn’t just about release anymore. He found himself talking to her, texting and calling, whenever she was online and he needed her. There had been a few instances where they’d closed a particularly tough case and all he needed was to hear her voice, but she was unavailable.

But she made up for it with messages filled with those silly kissing face emojis, telling him that she’d make it up to him later that night. And he never questioned it, never even found it odd that sometimes those moments happened to coincide with them being stuck on the jet or pulling a late night of paperwork at the office.

He had no reason to think anything of it, no reason to ever even begin to think of the possibility that it was you…that it could ever be you on the other side of his screen. You, his subordinate, his teammate, his friend who he adored and cherished and thanked the universe every day for your patience, kindness, love.

Even with the slightest possibility, the smallest sliver that it could be you—

user1102: Bunny.

bouncingbunny1: hiiiiii Master 🤭🥰🩷💖😚

user1102: Can we play?

Bouncingbunny1: yes sir

He smirked to himself, immediately calling. He never showed his face or his body. The only indication that he was real was through what he allowed you to hear. That was another thing that he’d noticed about himself, how deep and sharp his voice could get when he allowed himself to be free.

You answered the call immediately. You knew he didn’t like to be kept waiting and you couldn’t contain your excitement every time he called you. He was the only reason you were still doing this, even after finishing college (debt free), after getting through the academy and getting the job you’d been desperately working towards all your adult life – he had come in and kept you wrapped up in his orbit.

You’d started working at the BAU almost a year ago. They were down an agent and you’d been brought in to train for the position. The transition had been stressful, something that you were accounting for but not to this degree.

You had taken a break from camming in preparation for the adjustment period, taking your time to see if you would even want to return to it or if it was a closed chapter in your book.

But you’d returned home one night after a particularly grueling case, with so much pent up energy, so much bratty energy that the only way that you knew how to get it out in a healthy way was to put on a show.

You’d spent the next few hours with your bluetooth vibrator inside you, a pretty baby blue lingerie set over it, cumming over and over and over and over again as the people watching paid to make the device go faster and faster and faster.

That’s when you first met him, user1102. After the first hour was up and you were practically hanging on to your couch for dear life, he’d told you he’d pay five hundred dollars if you took a break, if you drank a full glass of water for him on camera to show him you were taking care of yourself.

And so you did, everyone else in the chat respecting the decision, albeit annoying as it was, since they all understood that money spoke volumes and they were not in the market to try and outbid whoever he was.

You didn’t recognize him from your usual clients which meant that this was the first time he was seeing you, and what a night to start indeed. He kept coming back after that, every time that you were able to find the time or needed to find release, to clear your mind of the day’s events.

He was always a big tipper, an even bigger flirt, always made sure to send public and private messages while you played live, always said hello and goodbye.

You’d squealed loudly when he finally requested a private session and made sure you looked extra good for him. He was perfect, even if you had no idea what he looked like, and these sessions became more and more frequent to the point that you’d almost stopped performing for other people.

You were sitting in front of your couch on the cold wood floor, a fluffy towel under you. He could see a few toys off camera and a large water bottle that he’d gotten you next to them, clearly just in frame for him.

“Hi bunny,” he groaned, his hand already wrapped around his cock.

“Hi Master,” you whimpered, already feeling spacey and out of it. It was always like this with him, easy to slip, to submit, to simply allow your brain to think about following his instructions.

“Someone’s eager,” he mocked and you immediately knew what he was talking about. It was crazy to think that you were so attuned to him, to where his mind was. It filled you with warmth every time that you could anticipate his thoughts, his needs, his desires.

“Prepared,” you whined, offended. “I always make a mess when we play and I’m tired of having to mop my floor.”

He chuckled, hand tightening around himself. He never had to work to get hard when he spoke with you, the mere thought of getting to play, as you liked to call it, enough to get him going.

That’s when he noticed it, a small band aid on the side of your foot.

“What happened to your foot, sweet girl?” he asked, his heart beating uncomfortably fast, blood practically shooting up to his ears and his cock.

“Oh…” you started, a little afraid that he’d punish you for not being careful. “I bumped it against a chair today.”

He came harder than he’d ever had that night just by the mere thought that you were the one letting out those addicting noises, that you were the one coming undone because of him, that you were the one writhing, shaking, panting, so completely at his mercy that you’d quite literally do anything for him.

You were in god awful, swampy Florida. The summer sun was unforgiving, the cozy, long sleeve you had chosen for what you believed would be a long day at the office doing paperwork was definitely the worst clothing choice as the humidity practically clung to your body.

You wanted to scream, wanted to punch something, wanted to take it off and not worry about flaunting your practically naked breasts to everyone around you. Anything to get rid of the burning heat that trapped your body.

You were practically a walking puddle when you made it back to the station, practically bolting to the bathroom in a cloud of smoke. Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle, he’d been teasing you about it all afternoon, especially after he’d urged you to change and you had refused because you were sure you’d be staying inside with Reid in the comfort of the air conditioned building.

Aaron couldn’t help but notice your mood. You weren’t normally this grumpy. You were usually the one making sure he stopped frowning. He gave you a moment and then followed behind swiftly.

You stepped into the women’s bathroom and immediately pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aggressively over the sink. You stood there, heaving, allowing the cold air to seep into your body, to have it calm you down, ground you.

Aaron was about to knock when he saw the door slightly ajar and he immediately stilled, his eyes landing on your topless body. It was too similar, you were too similar, his brain now desperately trying to find similarities between you and her.

You were wearing a cupless white lace bra, one that he could’ve sworn he’d bought you only a few days prior. You hadn’t worn it yet, at least not to his knowledge, which meant you must’ve just gotten it in the mail.

It was overwhelming to say the least. He couldn’t continue going on like this. He needed to know.

He pulled out his phone, discreetly lingering outside of the women’s bathroom, always glancing around to make sure no one could see him.

user1102: Bunny, I need you.

The second his thumb pressed send his gaze shot up to you once more, waiting to see your reaction. As much as his Bunny would sometimes tell him that she couldn’t play right that second, she’d always, without fail, answer his messages within seconds.

He could see your attention shift from the mirror in front of you to your phone for a second as you slid your new shirt over yourself. His gaze sharpened, his cock twitched in anticipation, his breathing hitched.

But instead you pressed one key and brought the device up to your ear, your soft, steady voice muffled by the distance between you. He sighed deeply, in defeat as he looked back down at his phone, his message unanswered.

“Are you okay?” he almost jerked back as he heard you address him, concern lacing your voice. You were right beside him then, those round, doe eyes of yours that he loved so much wide and worried.

He could simply nod, enough to satisfy you and yet not give you even an ounce of understanding into what was really going on.

You all made it to the hotel later that night. He had quickly checked you all in since you were all about to drop. It had been a very long day to say the least and all you really wanted was to take an ice cold shower and go to sleep.

“Alright,” he addressed the group. “Rossi, room 702, Reid and Morgan, room 705, JJ, room 806, Emily and–” his eyes met yours and he immediately lost his train of thought for a second before he handed the key cards to the raven haired woman beside you. “Room 807.”

He stepped back. “I’ll be down in room 604 if anyone needs anything. Back at the lobby at seven.”

With that you all shuffled towards the elevators, like a horde of zombies. You had been true to your word, practically cold plunging yourself in the shower and proceeding to put on some shorts and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in.

Emily took the shower after you were done, your plan being to throw yourself on the bed and pass out immediately. But as luck would have it, your stomach practically screamed at you to feed it.

You sighed deeply, crossing the room to see if room service was still open at the late hour only to realize it had just closed. You groaned in annoyance, the brat peeking through, your body starting to crave a different type of relief.

Luckily there was a vending machine down on the sixth floor, so that’s where you found yourself, irritatingly making the trek down. The elevator doors opened directly into the hall with the vending machine and you practically came face to face with an equally tired Aaron, clad in his own gray shirt and loose pajama pants.

You bit down on your lip, approaching him slowly. He saw you the second the elevator doors opened and it made him angry that he just knew it was you. There was something so specific about the air whenever you were around, it always felt lighter, smelled sweeter.

“Hungry?” he asked as you approached and you nodded.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you replied and he leaned down to pick up the prepackaged sandwich he’d just gotten for himself.

Your hand wrapped itself around the almost phallic, plastic wrapped item, his gaze slowly falling down your body until it landed on your chest. To say he visibly tensed up was an understatement.

You frowned immediately, stepping forward, into his personal space, your own eyes searching for his but they were glued to your shirt. You looked down at yourself, concerned that maybe there was something on it that had offended him. It was rowdy, but nothing to write home about which only confused you further.

“My college friends used to be in a band,” you explained, trying to lighten the mood. “They made like three of these shirts,” you laughed, clearly remembering fond memories. “Anyway, it’s silly and stupid, I know, but I still have it.”

He knew, he knew all of that, because he’d once called her– you while you were still in your pajamas, wearing that very specific shirt. You’d told him that same story, with a few more details of course, but still.

There was no denying it now, no way to twist the truth, no way to unknow what he now knew for certain.

His own hand pulled on the sandwich and your frown only deepened, as if the gesture itself had cut you so deep, had broken your heart so painfully.

“It’s…uh– option three, sorry, I have to…” he was down the hall in record time, his heart pounding, his cock practically rock hard against his abdomen. He needed to calm down, needed to take a minute to compose himself, needed to get back to grab his phone so that he could—

user1102: Come to my room.

The message confused you even more than Aaron just had. You were in no mood to deal with anyone, even the man you had made you feel more alive than you had in years. That’s when you noticed you hadn’t replied to him earlier, but whatever guilt you were feeling quickly washed away as anger settled in.

Who the fuck did they both think they were?

bouncingbunny1: ???

user1102: 604

The color drained from your face in an instant. No, it couldn’t be. There was no way, your brain was being absurd, you were being absurd.

user1102: Now, bunny.

You gulped loudly, shaky legs somehow managing to lift carry down the hall. The bright light of the hallways almost sobering you up. Were you seriously about to do this?

At worst you walked over to his door, knocked and he stared at you confused and you’d just have to live with the embarrassment of coming up with a lie. At best…at best he opened the door and dragged you into his room, pressed his lips to yours, and finally gave you the satisfaction of fucking ruining you like you’d wanted your boss and user1102 to do for so long.

You didn’t even get to lift your hand to knock on the door before it swung open aggressively and he stepped into your personal space, his tall, broad frame towering over you.

“Oh, bunny,” he hummed. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to go looking for the big bad wolf?”

“No, Master.”

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Lavender Fields Chapter Three: Happiness

Summary: your first session with Hyunjin is here and it’s filled with new opportunities with both of you finding yourselves growing closer.

Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, sci fi au, romance au

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: mention of a nightmare

Notes: I enjoyed writing this chapter as it made me happy lol I hope you enjoy it as well! Let me know what you think of the chapter as always!

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Series Summary: You, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

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The next morning you woke up suddenly, sitting straight up in your bed. There was a thin sheen of sweat littering your face and strands of hair plastered to your cheek.

You placed your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly, almost as if it were going to jump out of your chest.

You couldn’t remember what happened exactly, just that you were younger, a little child. You were being dragged away from your mother by another woman.

Your mother’s face was wet and she seemed distraught, her hand reaching out to yours. You tried to reach your hand to grasp hers, but you were too short, your fingers grasping empty air.

The moment seemed so long ago yet so close.

You took a couple of deep breaths, willing yourself to calm down. You knew sleep would be hard to come by now so you decided to stay awake.

You grabbed your favorite book, the one with the lavender fields picture and read, getting lost in the words on the page.

Time passed and before you knew it, there was a knock on your door. You set your book down and sat up straight, watching the door as it swung open.

“Let’s go dear,” the orderly said, gesturing for you to follow her.

You got up and walked behind her, following her until you arrived at the dressing rooms. She helped you get dressed and then guided you to a door.

She stopped short and turned to you. “Hyunjin is waiting for you dear, go ahead in.”

You nodded, twisted the knob swinging the door open, and stepped into what looked like an office.

There were shelves along each wall, hundreds of books stacked haphazardly within them. A black couch was in the middle of the room pilled high with pillows.

You eyes wandered the expanse of the room until they landed on Hyunjin who was sitting in a large chair behind a wooden desk. He was looking through various papers, the rustling sound heard throughout the room.

At your entrance, he looked up, a smile gracing his face.

“Ahh y/n! Come in, have a seat please,” he said gesturing toward the couch.

You shuffled over, sitting down on the plush cushions. Once settled you looked expectedly at Hyunjin.

“Slept well?” Hyunjin asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Hmm ok I guess, I woke up in a fit. I remembered being taken away from my mother.”

Hyunjin regarded you for a moment, his eyes studying you. He could see pain in your eyes mixed with confusion. His heart went out to you and how you must have been feeling.

“Ahh I think you had a nightmare. Those are horrible but they go away.”

A nightmare. You tagged the phrase away so you could remember it for next time…if next time ever occurred, which you hoped it wouldn't.

“Well let’s get started on our first session!” Hyunjin said excitedly. “We will be looking at a series of videos today. And then I’ll have you tell me what you observed and what you think about them. Ok?”

You nodded and sat up straighter, wandering what he would show you.

Hyunjin got up and turned off the lights, his office darkening instantly as there was no other light source. He pressed a button on a box, a screen coming to life in the corner of the room.

You watched as he navigated the screen. You couldn’t see what was there however, as his body was blocking your line of sight.

After some time, he backed away and sat back down behind his desk.

“Alright y/n, here’s the first video.”

Your eyes focused on the screen, watching as a few people appeared. They were sitting around a bunch of boxes as they chattered animatedly.

One person suddenly picked up a box and handed it to another person and so on until everyone had passed a box around.

You tilted your head to the side, watching as they tore the paper off of the box and opened the lid. Many of the people shouted as they smiled at the items in their hands. They wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed tight saying ‘thank you’ over and over.

The whole ordeal was strange to you, never having experienced it.

Hyunjin observed you, his eyes intense as he watched your body language. You seemed relaxed, intent on focusing on the screen. He smiled as he saw you cock your head, confusion on your face as the presents were opened.

The clip came to an end, the screen going black. You looked towards Hyunjin, feeling a warmth inside you.

“Ok y/n, what do you think? How do you feel?”

You took a moment to consider his question, not sure what he was expecting. You opted to describe the warm feeling you were experiencing, thinking that was a good place to start.

“When I saw the group of people gather, and smile like you do, and scream I felt a warmth within my chest here,” you said placing your hand over your heart.

Hyunjin smiled at your response as he straightened up in his chair. He was giddy and getting ahead of himself as the session seemed to be progressing smoothly.

“Excellent! Let’s move on, yeah?” Hyunjin replied as he willed himself to calm down.

You nodded turning to the screen again. Another group of people were on the screen, this time gathered around a table as everyone ate food. They seemed to all be engaging with one another, smiles on their faces as they spoke.

It was so different than what you’re used to, the image of your quiet and uneventful meal times popping to mind. The warm feeling seemed to grow larger, and you found the edges of your mouth tipping up, your muscles tightening and spreading to show your teeth.

You mimicked their smile, the action seeming right in the moment. Hyunjin grinned, elated at this discovery. He clapped his hands and turned the video off.

You dropped your smile and looked at Hyunjin, your eyes widened, worried your did something wrong.

“I’m amazed, this is great! Did you felt the same way after watching that clip?”

You nodded your head yes. It was very peculiar the warmth you felt. You felt your heart leap and your mind soar. The thought made you want to go to them, talk with them and join them in their screaming? What was that? No one was running but instead their eyes were closed, their bodies doubled over as they let out the sound.

You’ve heard some of the orderlies and technicians emit the same sound, never directly in front of you however. You wanted to know what it was, never having experienced it yourself. Could you ask Hyunjin?

You looked at him, taken aback at how intensely he was staring at you. He seemed ok, better than Raoul at least. You didn’t think he would come after you if you asked a question.

Hyunjin could tell that your mind was churning, a storm brewing in that brain of yours. He was curious as to what you were thinking about, what has your gaze on him, your lips pursed and eyes scrunched in concentration.

He couldn’t help but think how cute you looked, your long, wavy hair draped over your shoulders, obscuring the horrid gowns they made your kind wear. 'I needed to be careful,' he thought as he shook this thought from his head. His journey with you has only begun, he can’t mess up this opportunity because of his own feelings.

“Something on your mind?” He asked, prompting you to share what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to proceed with your question, your curiosity getting the best of you over your own survival.

“I was just wondering what that sort of ‘scream’ was that the people let out? I’ve heard the others around the lab do the same…” you trailed off at the end, stopping yourself before you gave yourself away.

You didn’t want anyone to know you were watching them, observing them, and learning their ways, curious on how humans differ so much from your kind, but yet are so similar.

Hyunjin smiled, not perturbed by your question at all. “That is laughter y/n. Someone spoke of something funny and the others replied with laughter. It’s a joyous feeling.”

You considered what Hyunjin said, your mind memorizing the sound, mechanics of the action, and when to use it. You thought long and hard before looking up at him and letting the edge of your lips curl, wanting to try out the action.

You felt your cheeks bunch, as you revealed your teeth before you let out a laugh, the sound shrill and loud in the otherwise quiet room. You quickly shut your mouth once you heard the sound, your eyes widening at the fact you made that sound.

However, you felt giddy, warm, your face hot at the action causing you to do it again. Your laughter rang out, echoing off the walls in the small room. You couldn’t stop, as you felt liberated, different, and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Hyunjin was ecstatic at your progress, a key emotion discovered with this session. He listened to your sweet laughter, his heart swelling at the sound. He’s never heard anything more angelic in his life. He watched as you smiled, blush darkening your cheeks as you continued to laugh.

He smiled before signaling for you to stop. After all, he didn’t want someone to hear you if they happened to be walking by his office.

You noticed Hyunjin’s hand, a soft and brief gesture signaling for you to quiet down. You stopped immediately, your heart quickening, watching his face for any signs as to how he would respond.

You shrank back slightly into the couch as he stood up and walked around his desk. He walked until he was in front of the wooden structure and rested against it, his hands in his coat pocket.

“Excellent, y/n. I’d say this session was a success!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he smiled.

You let out the breath you were holding, air rapidly filling your lungs as you took a deep breath just to let it out.

“We will continue our next session in a few days time. I must write my report.”

You watched as he pressed a button on his desk, an orderly showing up moments later at the door.

“Please take y/n back to her room please,” Hyunjin ordered.

You noticed it was Grace, the orderly who took you away from Raoul the day before. You followed her without fuss, turning to look back at Hyunjin once more as you neared the door.

He was watching you leave, a smile on his face as he nodded slightly as if to say ‘good job and goodbye.’ You quickly faced forward again before Grace could notice and exited the office. — — You had made great progress, that was a fact Hyunjin thought as he rounded his desk again. It was to be expected however after he looked at the data from previous sessions and his observations of you throughout the facility.

He was amazed at how quickly you grasped the concept of an emotion and how eager you were to test it out. He quickly but efficiently made notes on today’s encounter, elaborating on your reactions and responses to the clips.

Hyunjin however made two separate copies of notes, one for his personal use and one for the board. He wasn’t quite ready for them to know the extent of your knowledge, wanting to keep you to himself for a little while longer.

He also felt the need to protect you, the feeling running deeper than he realized. It’s been a while since he’s had any form of companionship, opting to focus on his career first and foremost. However, he felt his priorities start to change when he laid eyes on you.

He put down his pen and reached into his bag, his fingers brushing against a chain safely on attached to a board. He would visit you once more today before he made it to his progress meeting this afternoon.

Hyunjin only hopes you’ll like his little surprise. — — Once you were back in your room, you sat on your bed facing your mural. You learned so much during today’s session, more than you have during your time here.

This laughter must be a feeling that the humans discuss all the time. If it truly was, you rather enjoyed it, the feeling felt nice as you thought about it.

Standing up, you walked over to your paints. You began to organize your space, making sure you had everything you needed to continue your mural.

You picked up the pretty shade of purple and mixed some with some white paint, creating a beautiful shade of light purple that would match the lavender flowers in your book.

You let your mind wander as your hand moved across the wall. You applied delicate strokes, wide strokes, narrow strokes, creating the intricate details of the beautiful flowers.

You began to hum, the song bringing the smile back to your face. As your voice rang out, your mind drifted to your mother, briefly remembering how she would sing this song to you, while gently brushing your hair.

It was a nice time, a memory you did not want to forget, unlike so many others.

You were so lost in your painting, that you did not hear the knock at your door. As the lock clicked and door opened, you dropped your paint brush, jumping slightly at the interruption.

Turning towards the door, you noticed Hyunjin standing there, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” He asked as he stepped into your room, closing the door gently.

You set down your paints and faced him, wondering why he was here at what you assumed was a late hour.

“I um…just came to check on you, make sure you were all right after today’s session.”

Hyunjin’s eyes wandered around your room, taking in your simple bed made to perfection and your book shelf filled with books. The sight made him smile, as he could imagine you curled up with a book as you filled your head with its contents.

He continued the tour of the room, his head turning to view the painting on the wall. He eyes widened at the sight as he was taken aback at the beauty of it all. He had no idea that you were so talented, your feelings depicted on the concrete, even if you were not aware of it.

“This is impressive,” he breathed as he walked closer to you, his eyes taking in every detail of the painting.

You watched his reaction as he took in your masterpiece, a small smile forming as you gazed at him. You couldn’t help but stare at his profile, your heart beating faster as you took in his eyes, his little mole beneath his eye, to his hair.

You felt the need to reach out and run your fingers through the strands, wandering if they felt as soft and smooth as it looked. You quickly recovered however, clearing your mind as you focus on Hyunjin. You’re not sure what just happened.

“Why did you choose a lavender field?” Hyunjin asked, turning to look at you.

You walked over to your book shelf and eyed the books, looking for your favorite one. Spotting it, you picked it up and thumbed through the pages, looking for the picture with the beautiful flowers.

“Here it is,” you murmured as you walked back over to Hyunjin. “Lavender fields. The flowers are really beautiful. When I look at them, I feel warm and at peace. It is similar to what I explained after watching those films today.”

Hyunjin stared at you in shock. You were describing feeling happy. These flowers made you feel happy. He made a mental note to write this fact down once he got back to his office.

“Y/n, what you are describing is an emotion we call happiness. When something or someone makes you happy, you can feel warm inside, may laugh or smile like the people in the film.”

Hyunjin paused, as you took in his words as you seemed to be deep in thought.

So that’s what it was, happiness, you were feeling happy. It was a joyous feeling at that and you are glad your painting and books made you experience this.

You walked over to your bed and sat down, placing the book in your lap. You stared at the page, your fingers gently tracing over the lines of the picture, the stems and color slowly fading after so many years of you tracing the photo.

You felt the bed dip, as Hyunjin sat next to you. You could feel his eyes on you, as he watched you study the picture. You sat in silence for a while, the sound of your soft breathing filling the room. You could hear your heart pounding within your chest as you felt the warmth radiating off the man next to you.

You took in his scent, the smell pleasant to your senses as you deciphered something along the lines of vanilla and honey. It was comforting, your body relaxing as you breathed him in.

After a while you broke the silence, believing it okay to let Hyunjin know what has been on your mind.

“I want to see them some day, a lavender field. I want to walk through the flowers, to see if they are as soft as they seem, if they give off a sweet fragrance as the book describes.”

You sighed, resting your hand on your book, willing your heart to calm. At first Hyunjin stayed silent, his eyes still on you as he contemplated your desire. He wants nothing more than for you to succeed and be happy and now he has gained insight into your mind, one of your desires voiced.

He knows it must have taken great courage to divulge this secret, as you risk a lot voicing it. Your secret was safe with him that was for sure. And maybe, just maybe, one day he can take you to see such a field. He smiled at the thought of standing by your side in such a field, taking in such a beautiful sight.

“That is a beautiful dream y/n. I hope one day it may come true,” Hyunjin said as he continued to look at you.

You looked up at his words and faced him, staring into his brown eyes. There was something there, his eyes trying to tell you something, however you are not sure what.

You could feel your cheeks flush, as blood rushed to the area, as he matched your gaze. You placed your hand on your heart, feeling it rapidly thump underneath your palm.

Without a moments hesitation, you placed your hand on Hyunjin’s chest directly over is heart. Hyunjin stared at you in shock, but sat still, his eyes on yours as you both sat there in silence. You felt his heart beat, the rhythm matching yours in speed.

He must be feeling the same way you are right now…happy. You smiled at the thought, the joy reaching your eyes.

Hyunjin was taken aback at your actions, watching as you smiled. He would give anything to know what was going through your head. Instead of break the silence however, he sat there and let you feel his heart that was beating wildly, your touch affecting him more than he wanted to let on.

A few moments passed and you quickly dropped your hand, your eyes cast downwards so as not to meet Hyunjin’s eyes. You’re not sure why you did what you did, but you would do it again, that much you know.

You liked how warm his skin felt against yours, the reminder that the same blood that flowed through you also flowed through him as well; that his heart beats just like yours, matching your pace. The thought was nice, giving you reassurance that maybe humans weren’t so far different from you after all.

Hyunjin took a few breaths, willing his heart to slow down after what just occurred. You truly were different, a fact in which he liked very much. He remembered the object stored away in his pocket, something he grabbed last minute before he headed to your room.

He really was playing with fire if he went through with what he wanted to do, but he considered you worth it. He wanted your relationship to continue to flourish, for reasons he was not sure about it, the thought of wanting to help you integrate into society and his own personal feelings mixing in a dangerous way.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace and turned to face you a little better.

You noticed Hyunjin fidgeting in his pocket, pulling out something a moment later. Looking down at his hand, you saw a necklace laying delicately in his palm. You thought it beautiful, like your lavender fields, the stars and moon that were attached to the chain shining from the light.

“I got this for you y/n, it reminded me of you.” Hyunjin said smiling.

You were speechless, unsure of what to say. You racked your brain for the appropriate response, trying to remember what the people said in the video when they received the boxes filled with goods. A moment later, you remembered the phrase.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling back at him.

“Can I put it on you?”

You nodded and watched as Hyunjin stood up and walked behind you. You felt his fingers brush your hair to the side, exposing your neck, goosebumps popping up at the sudden exposure to the cold.

Hyunjin placed the necklace gently around your neck before fastening the clasp. Once he was done, he walked back to where he was sitting, his eyes finding the necklace perched on your chest.

He thought it beautiful, definitely suiting you as you were as unique as the moon and stars that littered the sky at night.

“It looks beautiful on you,” he said softly. “You’ll need to store it away before leaving your room so the orderlies and higher ups will not see it. Okay?”

You nodded your head, your fingers reaching up to touch the pendant. You’ve never been gifted anything before. You felt happy and would take care of the necklace as you do all of your possessions.

After another moment of silence, Hyunjin stood up. “Well, I should be going, I need to finish up some work before calling it a night. I’ll see you at your next session.”

You watched as he looked at your mural again before walking to the door, exiting your room as quietly as he came. What a strange encounter you couldn’t help but think. You wondered if your peers have experienced happiness as you have. Maybe you would ask them if you ever got the chance, which was highly unlikely.

You stood up and went back to painting, your other hand reaching up to touch the moon and star pendant occasionally. You found yourself smiling as you continued to mix the swirls of color, painting with renewed fervor. — — Hyunjin was almost late to his debrief. He was jogging through the halls, your file in hand. He arrived only a few minutes late, but by the looks on the faces of the chief and other technicians, even those few minutes were unacceptable.

“Come in Hyunjin, let’s get started. What data have you gathered on y/n? Your first session was today correct? And you spent some time with them yesterday as well?” The chief said as Hyunjin sat down and opened his file.

“Yes, I did meet with them yesterday and today. There is much to learn from y/n, I haven’t made any strides yet, but I believe I will soon.”

Hyunjin was lying. He’s never lied to the chief before, but he felt he had to in order to protect you. He knew what would happen if he reported what he discovered, that you were capable of expressing and experiencing emotions just like humans.

He wanted more time with you, to get to know you, and help you learn without interference. Hyunjin kept a straight face as he reported, his eyes meeting the chiefs. There was a moment as the chief stared him down, trying to find any cracks in his words.

After a while, the chief nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Hyunjin didn’t dare let out the breath he was holding, opting to breathe shallow breaths as he waited for the chief’s response.

Time went past, the silence was deafening. Something was wrong Hyunjin thought. Why hasn’t the chief said anything. Hyunjin tried not to fidget in his chair. He tried to keep eye contact with those around him. He tried not to think of his notes that he kept hidden in the drawer of his desk, stored safely behind a false backing.

He could hear a clock somewhere in the room, the rhythmic tic tock slowly getting to him. Hyunjin was about to say something, to see if anything was wrong, when the door opened, a man stepping into the silent room.

Hyunjin couldn’t believe his eyes, as Raoul walked to an empty seat and sat down, a smirk on his face as he looked at Hyunjin.

“Excellent, now that we’re all here, let’s continue,” the chief said.

What is going on? Why is Raoul here? Something is definitely not right.

Hyunjin was sweating, his shirt sticking to his body as he tried to maintain a steady breath.

“Now, why don’t you give us the real report Hyunjin and don’t you lie again. I know everything that has gone down with your little 'sessions',” Raoul sneered.

Shit. This isn’t good. Hyunjin scrambled to make an excuse, his mind set on protecting you and your future. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and looked at everyone gathered around the table.

‘Here goes nothing. Im sorry y/n, I will protect you at all costs.’ He thought as he began to rectify his previous statement, his heart heavy.

“Here is everything I’ve learned so far about y/n.”

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 months ago

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Spinning the Block Part 3

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims

Warning(s): 18+ Animal violence (hunting)

Summary: Jess tries to avoid running into Terry again, but a tip given to her may reveal who killed Mike in prison.

Word count: 4. 4K

"After all that we've been through

I know we'll make it,

I know the way

The question is it true

There is nothing we can't do

I see you along the way baby

The stillness is the move"

Solange – "Stillness is the Move"

Jess spread the bucket of corn on the cob that she soaked for a week on the ground. Dawn broke an hour earlier and the morning sky barely turned a pale peach to match the time of day. She kicked around the ears of corn that soured over time and spread a pungent odor in the air. The perfect bait for wild hogs that roamed on her granddaddy's land.

She lifted her high-powered Marlin 336 rifle onto her shoulder and carried the empty bucket away, stashing it behind a snag tree. Trudging past the bait, she joined up with her father and grandfather. Wild hog hunting had been passed down in her family for five generations. Her hunting knife rested against her right hip for dressing up game on site. Plenty of wild game thrived on the property — deer, turkey, raccoons, rabbit, alligator, wood ducks — but the Sims family loved some good feral hog meat.

Louisiana hog hunting required patience, a talent for shooting, and quick thinking on the spot. In the old days, her grandfather Hebert used trained hunting dogs with her father, Jermaine, and her three uncles. The dogs had all died off over the decades except for a ten-year-old brown and black hound dog named Redbone, the last of his lineage. Jess lived with Redbone and Hebert on the property. Ever since she lost her job with the police department because of its shut down over Terry's case, Hebert's house became her refuge. She took care of him, and he gave her shelter from financial ruin.

Redbone, blind in one eye, rested near Hebert's feet behind the camo netting they used to blend into the surroundings. Hebert stretched his legs in a folding chair and peered out into the trees with his binoculars. His lank gray hair looked thinner pulled back in a long ponytail that touched the middle of his back. She noticed the once sallow coloring of his fair skin had improved. His health hadn't relapsed since she'd been home most days while unemployed. Rheumatoid arthritis wore on him before. Perhaps her presence energized him. He had his good days and bad days with pain in his hands and feet. But today was a good one. Hebert could bend his fingers and shuffle his feet along without wincing.

The hogs roused up early in the morning and stayed active, openly, until full light. Hebert wanted to participate in the hunting, and Jess worried that a long outing would bother him. She found a doctor that prescribed marijuana usage to help his pain management, and since she no longer worked, he shared his weed with her on some nights when inflammation got bad. He toked on a little before they left the house. It pleased her that the effects lasted.

Jermaine nudged the drag sled prepared to haul the meat out.

"We'll probably need to take down about three or four…if we're lucky," Jermaine said.

"We're in the best hotspot, Daddy," Jess said.

Jermaine patted her shoulder and slid his hunting goggles down over his eyes. The feral hogs on their land were invasive, and the state welcomed hunters culling their populations. Hebert often gave permission to outsiders to come on their land to hunt for a small fee. He already allowed loggers to remove walnut trees annually for extra income. Any money he made from those two ventures he split among his children and used the rest to pay his property tax.

They perched quietly behind their camo netting for four hours. Jess noticed Redbone's nose twitching, and she slid her wrap-around shades on and peeked through her telescopic sight. Four rotund hogs barreled into view, chomping down on the corn.

Jess lined up her shot. Unfortunately, the wind shifted slightly, blowing their scent toward the animals. A mottled pink one caught the odor of human and hound, alerting the others.

BLAM!

Jess and Jermaine blasted the brains of two hogs, causing the others to scatter. They both used their levers to reload and popped off two more rounds. Jess downed another hog while her father clipped the shoulder of the one he aimed for. Jumping out from behind the camo, Jermaine went after the injured hog to finish it.

"Daddy! Watch out!"

Another aggressive hog appeared from out of nowhere and charged Jermaine. Jess shot it behind the ear, and it dropped a foot away from her father.

"Getting slow," Jess teased.

"Some good shootin', Jess," Hebert called out.

"Learned from the best," she said, and winked at him.

Jermaine killed the injured hog, and Jess dragged over the sled. Her father was a big, muscular, cornbread fed man, and he used that strength to drag two hogs onto the sled. She packed up the camo net and grabbed the bucket.

"Grandpa, I'll get the chair in a minute. You just relax," Jess said.

Redbone jumped around being frisky and followed Jess behind her father. They trudged along the wooded area until they reached Jermaine's truck. She helped him lift each hog onto the truck bed and they headed back to Hebert and repeated the process two more times. Hebert admired the hundreds of pounds of fresh meat piled on the truck.

"Gon' be some good barbecue," Hebert said.

Back home, Jermaine and Jess set about cutting up the meat behind the house. They donned protective covering and surgical gloves to prevent bacterial contamination.

After gutting the pigs, Jess and her father strung them up under their hunter gazebo. Herbert added salt to three large coolers half filled with ice on standby. Jermaine would transfer the meat to his house and a few others covered in the ice, and Jess's mother would prep their share for the big Saturday cookout.

Jess used her big knife to skin the carcasses, and then she dove right in to carve out sections of meat. She deboned joints, cut off shoulders, back strap, ham parts, hocks, and kneckbones. She used a smaller knife to work on the tenderloin parts and ribs once they moved the rest to a work table nearby. The pigs were too lean to carve out bacon, so she worked efficiently to get as much useful meat as possible off the carcass. Jermaine used a lopper to snap apart larger bones, joints, and the heads when needed. It took them about an hour to cut and quarter the various parts needed for Saturday. The rest would go into a deep freezer for winter soup beans and stews. Her father would drop off the unused parts at a rendering plant to be turned into fertilizer. It was a good day of hunting.

She cleaned up the gazebo and work table and then took a shower. Hebert caught up on his marathon viewing of Law & Order episodes in the livingroom. She fixed him an early dinner of baked sweet potato with turnip greens and fried catfish, placing it on a TV dinner tray in front of his recliner. Sitting near him on the couch, she ate with him and quietly watched cops go after bad guys. After Terry's case, Jess couldn't watch the show the same way again.

Terry.

Jess nibbled on her catfish. Was he still in town? She planned on staying away from the town square. No need to tempt fate and run into that man again. He was a past that needed burying.

The landline rang, and Jess answered it. Her friend Melody sounded breathless.

"Jess…girl…come on down to the Pit with me and Alexa tonight. It's Ladie's night and free cover. Alexa doesn't have to work tomorrow, so she's up for some drinking and dancing."

Jess glanced at her grandfather.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Jess covered the mouthpiece.

"Melody wants me to go down to the Pit tonight with Alexa."

Hebert waved his hand.

"Go on and get outta the house. Do you some good to be out with your girlfriends. I'll be okay by myself."

"You sure?"

"I got Redbone with me."

"Promise not to overdo it on the weed?"

"A man runs out of his house naked one time, and now his granddaughter can't trust him to be by hisself," he grumbled.

Jess giggled.

"Okay, I'm in," she said into the phone.

"Oh, good! Dress real cute, because you know Zion is on the prowl for you."

Jess sucked her teeth.

"I wish y'all would stop tryna fix me up with that man."

"Girl, do you know how hard it is to find a fine man that's single, child-free, and looking to settle down right away? He's had his eye on you for the longest."

"With all that's been going on with me, I don't see how he could be interested."

"Jess, hush, now. All that shit is over and done with. Time for a new start… and time for you to throw your hat in the ring before he gets snatched up. Be ready by seven thirty. Cover is free until nine. We get there early and we can get a good booth seat by the dance floor."

"Alright. I'll be ready. But I'm driving there myself."

She hung up and sighed.

"You don't sound excited," Hebert said.

"It's a setup. They're tryna get me with Zion."

"Zion is a nice fella. Decent family. I know his grandfather real well. You not interested in dating?"

"People think partnering up with somebody is going to make me happy now that I'm not working. I need a job, not a man."

"Zion makes good money down at the plant. Let a man spoil you a little bit if he wants to. You ain't gotta marry him or nothin'."

"You right, Granddaddy. You right. I just don't want to feel pressured about it, like I can't get a man on my own…if I wanted one."

She lifted his empty plate and glass from his tray.

"You want anymore to eat?"

"Nah, I'm full. That was a tasty dinner. Thank you."

She picked up her empty plate and piled it on his. While washing dishes in the kitchen, she thought of what to wear.

The Pit smelled like perfumed sweat and chicken grease, a thick country kind of odor that lingered in the air. Jess didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. She flat ironed her hair so that it looked long and silky falling down her back, but by the time she got inside the jumping club, her edges curled back because of the heat. A live band kicked up some fiery zydeco music, and she danced with several men before taking a breather at a booth seat with her friends. Several men bought them drinks, and Jess sulked a bit when she didn't find Zion anywhere. All that talk about him seeking her affections by her friends didn't pan out. She twisted her hair into a high bun and sipped on some bourbon. Revealing some cleavage kept plenty of other suitors barking up her tree.

Shelby Springs men loved big women. The more rolls on the belly and back, the better, too. The women were known to be talented cooks in the kitchen and in the bedroom, and southern Black Creole men had a predilection toward securing one and wifing them up. They liked buxom chests, real asses, and lively personalities.

Jess knew she was a catch.

Men eyed her up and down the moment she walked in the door, displaying her wares and swinging her hips from east to west. Tight booty-hugging jeans. Low cut V-neck top with her good strapless push-up bra. High heel ankle boots gave her extra va-voom. Her breasts were always her best lure, and then the men noticed she had a pretty face to match all the big girl curves. Pear-shaped with a short waist, Jess could use her front and back to attract dance partners.

The Pit was full of Black Creoles and Black Cajuns. There's no real hardcore distinction between the two in Jess's mind. After hundreds of years, they were all a big pot of gumbo culturally. Most of the Black Cajuns descended from the French Canadians that migrated to Louisiana from Acadie. Her great-grandfather used to tell Hebert stories about their white side. That's how Jess learned that Acadians were referred to as 'cadians by English speakers in Louisiana that eventually mutated into 'cajuns'.

The Black Creoles had immigrant French and Italian roots from Europe with some Indigenous heritage that spread out from New Orleans. Many of the Black Creoles had bloodlines all the way from Haiti. Out of the two, Creoles were the wilder by far because they had liberation DNA encoded in them from their African and Native ancestry. There was something about that Black and Red mix that stood out sometimes. Whenever Jess had to be called out as a cop to break up fights or do a welfare check, she could tell how things would go down by the ancestry. Black Cajuns valued communication first before they went off…but the Creoles? Pfft. Those negroes were cayenne pepper. Fists first, questions last.

Terry Richmond was definitely a Creole.

Jess chugged down her drink. The man lingered in her mind like a severe headache. He hugged her, and she knew what those muscles felt like now…the same ones that beat the ass of nearly a dozen men in front of her without using a gun. Pure Creole fury.

He smelled good, too.

Jess stood and walked around with Melody and left their two other friends, Patricia and Alexa, to watch their purses and seats. She tapped her feet to the hot, rambunctious music and searched around for another dance partner.

A man at the bar kept staring at her. He had a lean, rawhide build and purposely kept his baseball cap low on his face to obscure his eyes. Every few seconds, he glanced over at Jess. She sensed he wasn't interested in dancing or checking her out sexually. He studied her. She moved away to see if he would follow, and he did. She positioned herself behind some tall men near the end of the bar, facing the dance floor. Melody went to the restroom, and Jess waited for her. Right when Melody came back, a cute short king grabbed her hand to dance and pulled her away from Jess. Zion appeared then, and Jess forgot all about the man with the cap.

"Where you been?" Jess asked.

Zion grinned, flashing her big teeth. A husky man nearly six feet tall, he had rugged good looks and a flirtatious voice that sounded playful in her ear. Sweat shined up his dark brown skin. A crisp new haircut and fancy fits helped him stand out from the crowd, especially his gator skin boots.

"I've been looking for you, sweet thing," he uttered with sly charm.

"That's what I hear."

"What we gonna do about it, then?"

Jess grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the center of the dance floor, hugging her body tight against his as the ricochet of silver spoons dragging across a metal washboard and a reedy accordion squeezed by a heavyset man singing in French Creole controlled their spinning and grinding in time to the music. Jess snaked her hips and Zion swiveled his. The heat of her crotch rested on his thigh as they wiggled down to the floor and back up, the old school French La La music of her granddaddy's day pushing them to go faster and faster. Zion swung her out in a catch and release move and they yelled their delight at being alive in a sweltering club. God, it felt good to dance her blues away!

They stayed on the packed dance floor for three full songs until Jess begged for a break in her boots. She grabbed her purse and took a breather outside. A quick call on her smartphone reassured her that her grandfather was tucked in bed for the night. He told her not to come home early if she didn't need to, hinting that it was okay to hook up with Zion if she wanted.

She hung up and wiped perspiration from her brow, and noticed the reflection of the strange man behind her from the car window. Digging into her purse, she pretended to put her phone away and reached for her nine millimeter handgun to scare him. He caught her in the blind sight of the club, where no one would see or hear them by the SUV. She spun around and aimed it at his chest.

"The fuck are you following me for?" she barked.

The man held his hands up.

"Easy…I just want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Terry Richmond."

She narrowed her eyes. Kept the gun on him.

"What about him?"

"I know who you are and I know what those cops did to him…and his cousin."

The man glanced around to make sure no one heard them.

"I have some information and know who killed Mike Simmons. I was at the prison where he was murdered."

Jess drew in a sharp breath.

"You betta not be fucking lying."

"I'm not. I also know the location of the weapon that was used on him. Hid it myself."

"Where?"

"We can't talk here. I'll meet you somewhere safe. You choose where. But I'ma need some money for the information to help me get outta town. It'll be too dangerous for me to stay here once I tell you."

"There's always some catch involving cash."

"It is what it is."

"How much?"

"Ten thousand dollars."

Jess rolled her eyes.

"You think I'm supposed to pay you that?"

"Not you…him. I know he's in town. I saw you with him."

She kept the gun on him and pulled out her cell.

"Give me your number."

"225-342-6863"

She typed and then glared at him.

"What's your name?"

His eyes diverted toward noisy patrons leaving the club in the opposite direction.

"Zeb Chapman."

Jess took a long, hard look at him.

"Zion's brother? How long have you been out of prison?"

"Eighteen months."

She relaxed and put away her weapon. Slinging her purse across her shoulders, Jess stared at him, full of curiosity.

"Call me and tell me where to meet you, Jess. I swear this ain't no con. I shouldn't even be seen with you. If they know I contacted you, they'd kill me."

"They?"

Zeb's jittery moves let her know he was truly nervous.

"Call me."

Zeb scurried back into the club. Jess stood next to her car to gather her thoughts. She assumed the "they" Zeb mentioned must've been the gangsters that had it out for Mike for snitching on a mob boss back east. It was the main reason Terry was vigilant about getting his cousin's bail. An uncomfortable tightness clenched her stomach. She called Melody on her phone.

"Where are you?" Melody squeaked, with the feisty zydeco music cracking in the background.

"I have a headache and went to my car. I'm going to head home early."

"Okay, call me and let me know you made it home safe. Are you good to drive?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Zion is looking for you."

"Tell him I'll catch him on the dance floor another time."

"Will do."

Jess dug into her purse again and pulled out a business card at the bottom. Terry's motel number was a few touches away on her phone. It might be too late to call. Plus, she didn't want him to have her number. She could just drive over there, knock on his door, and give him the information directly. He could pass it off to the authorities and she could wash her hands of the whole thing.

She popped open the trunk and rummaged around for something else to put over her top. Just a gray long-sleeve shirt sat under a pile of plastic recycled shopping bags. She glanced around and quickly yanked off her sexy top and traded it for the gray shirt.

Loading the GPS with the motel address, Jess quelled the anxiousness rising in her chest. Her Durango rode smoothly on the highway and she arrived at the rinky-dink establishment in less than twenty minutes. She parked at the far end of the guest parking and watched the property. Terry's room was the middle one on the bottom floor. The outside light was on and the curtains were drawn. She couldn't tell if the indoor lights were on because the curtains looked dark and heavy. Debating to get out or not, Jess sat in the SUV for half an hour, mustering up the guts to face him. Eventually, she hopped out and strode toward his room.

She knocked on the door and waited.

Knocked again.

No answer.

She closed her eyes, thankful that he wasn't there. It would be better to deal with everything in the morning with the soothing light of day. She turned to go back to her vehicle and bright headlights blasted her eyes. A car pulled in front of the empty parking space facing Terry's door. Summer and Terry stared at her in surprise. They both stepped out of Summer's car and faced her.

"Hey," she said.

Terry's lips quirked up into a half smile. The whites of his eyes looked pink under the overhead light of his room. But the green stayed intense…probing. He had a way of looking at people that unraveled them. Jess glanced at Summer.

"Summer was dropping me off," Terry said.

"Yeah, we just had dinner…dropping him off for the night," Summer said.

Terry took in her uneasy stance. It was after eleven at night. He turned to Summer.

"Thanks for a great meal, and the ride back," he said.

"No problem. Talk to you another time. Before you leave."

Summer awkwardly looked at Jess.

"Good seeing you, Jess."

"Yeah."

"Night y'all," Summer said.

She climbed into her car and drove off. Terry used a motel card to slip inside the door handle slot of room six instead of five. An audible click sounded off, and Terry opened the door wide.

"Come in," he said.

He reached inside and flicked on a light. Jess walked in before he did. Everything in the simple room was neat and undisturbed.

"Sit," he said, offering her the only chair in the room.

He sat on his bed.

"There's no air conditioning in room five. It broke before I went to dinner with Summer, so the manager switched me into this room. I'm glad you showed up. I had no way to contact you about the change. What brought you here so late?"

"A man approached me outside of a club tonight. He's been watching me and said he knows who killed your cousin. He wants to meet in a safe place."

Jess watched the information spread across Terry's features like water rippling across a pond. His eyes bore into hers like a sun blazing through a magnifying glass, causing her to shift uncomfortably in her seat and dart her gaze elsewhere. Like the wall to her right.

"Who is he?"

"He claims to have been in the prison with Mike when it happened. He's scared, and he also wants you to pay him ten thousand for the information."

Terry bolted from the bed.

"Take me to him right now."

He loomed over her, and those damn eyes rooted her to the chair.

"Jess…take me to him."

It was a stern command.

She jumped up.

"I'll give you his number—"

"If he's still at the club, you know what he looks like and can point him out to me. I need to talk to him tonight."

"It might spook him. He said he'll be in danger once he tells you. The money is for his escape from town."

Terry walked around the bed and pulled open the closet door. He dug into a suitcase, pulling out a fresh shirt. He took off the one he had on and replaced it with a form-fitting black shirt that fit his chest like new skin. Jess averted her gaze. His dark chinos and stylish black Moschino boots didn't need changing. He tucked a pair of shades into his shirt.

"C'mon…you drive," he said.

She couldn't protest. The determination in his face and steps forced her to comply and follow him.

Outside, she led him to her Durango.

"He might be gone already."

"Then we'll call him if he is."

She drove him in silence and slid into a parking spot not too far from her original one earlier. He climbed out and she walked to the back of her SUV. She opened her trunk and picked up her sexy top.

"Turn your head, please," she said.

Terry looked away, and she pulled off the long sleeve shirt, switching back to her previous top. She adjusted it and smoothed back her hair. He turned back around and her stomach filled with butterflies. Her cleavage worked its magic despite the circumstances, and Terry showed his hand by glancing at her breasts. He threaded his fingers with hers and tossed his shades on, pulling her toward the club entrance.

"Once we get inside, you play it cool. Understand? We're just on a night out together. When you spot him, whisper in my ear," he said.

The words flew right over her head. His hand was gentle, yet strong, holding hers. She could feel underboob sweat breaking out on her breasts. They reached the front entrance, and Jess took a deep breath. Terry squeezed her hand, reassuring her, and they stepped inside together.

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nomercyforrafayel · 9 days ago

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Title: Till Sea Dries

Pairing: Rafayel x non-MC

Childhood friends, fluff with angst, bittersweet

Summary: You and Rafayel were childhood friends, bound by a promise to remember and wait for each other. There were tear-filled goodbyes—because that’s just how life flows in the ocean. Don’t worry, they’ll totally remember each other… until the starfish decides to bail.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Chapter 2

You swam through the winding caves, your tail brushing against cool stone. Even after all these years, your love for exploring hasn't faded.

You live in a quiet undercut now, far from the noise of the capital. But you had spent most of your childhood there—among coral towers and glowing shells.

You still remembered the tower. The boy. Rafayel.

How could you forget? You made a promise. To remember.

Sometimes, in your dreams, you heard his voice—soft and clear—saying, “Till the starfish leaves the ocean.”

You always smiled when that memory came.

You missed him. You missed your friends.

Sometimes you gotta see Kaia and Tide, just for a little while—but never Rafayel.

You never had the chance to return to the capital. No permission, no invitation. And as the years passed, you started to believe maybe he had come looking for you.

You still didn’t know which family he was from, or where he came from at all.

Sometimes it felt like he was just a dream.

But Kaia and Tide remembered him too. And that was enough for you.

As you swam back toward your room, you spotted your little brothers darting between the rocks, playing hide and seek. You chuckled—they still acted like little kids, even after all these years.

You slipped into your room. The walls were lined with small paintings, most of them scenes from the old tower—memories you couldn't let go of.

You smiled at them, reaching for a fresh shell of paint. It was time to finally finish the piece waiting on your wall.

That was when you heard a knock at the door.

You turned as your mother swam in. She wasn’t a gentle woman, but she was still a good mother.

“Mother,” you said. “Is there something?”

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes moved slowly across the room, settling on your paintings.

“You’re still drawing the same place,” she said. “Will there ever be a day you tell me where it is?”

You didn’t reply. She already knew there would be no answer.

She let out a deep breath and swam past you, her tail brushing lightly against your arm.

“Your father’s planning a trip to the capital,” she said. “There’s been a lot of news from there. About the Sea God...”

You straightened a little. You knew of him. He’d been introduced not long after you moved to this city. There were always whispers and stories, but you’d never seen him for yourself.

“What about him?” you asked.

“They say he’s found his Follower,” she said.

You didn’t know why, but something in your chest tightened at those words. A deep, quiet hurt. You didn’t understand it, and you tried to push the feeling down before it showed.

“Why are you telling me this, Mother?” you asked.

“Because it means we need to return to the capital. All of us,” she said simply. “I wanted to tell you before I send the servants to gather your siblings.”

“We’ll leave in five days.”

You nodded. “Alright, Mother.”

You tried to keep your voice calm, but you couldn’t hide the excitement. After all these years… you were finally going back to your childhood home.

When you arrived at the capital, you realized your family wasn’t the only one returning.

Of course, all the noble houses wanted to be here—everyone hoping for a chance to see the Sea God and his chosen Follower.

The upcoming ceremony was more than just tradition. It marked a new beginning for all of Lemuria.

You swam through the familiar halls and paused at the entrance of your old room. A soft smile tugged at your lips.

How long had it been? Nine, maybe ten years.

It felt both distant and strangely close, like a dream waiting at the edge of your memory.

You slipped away from the main halls, swimming through the familiar corridors until you reached the old tower.

There were more guards now, but you moved carefully and managed to slip past them.

The tower was quiet. You swam quickly through its halls and empty rooms—but it was abandoned now, left behind.

A heaviness settled in your chest.

You had hoped, even if you didn’t say it out loud, that you might find him here.

“Rafayel,” you called softly into one of the rooms. “Are you here?”

Only silence answered.

You felt a wave of embarrassment. Of course he wasn’t here.

It had been years. He might even have left the capital long ago.

You let out a quiet sigh and turned away from the empty room.

There was no point in staying.

You swam back down the tower, glancing once more at the crumbling walls and faded carvings before slipping into the open waters of the main district.

The capital had changed.

The coral structures were taller now, lined with glowing shells and silver lanterns that pulsed gently with light. Shops bustled with movement—Lemurians coming and going, merchants calling out their goods, children chasing bubbles through the streets.

You drifted past them, taking it all in.

The scent of warm seaweed stew floated from a food stall nearby. You paused and ordered a small bowl, cradling it carefully as you found a quiet spot near a glowing reef wall.

You watched the flow of the city as you ate, trying not to think too much.

But your thoughts kept drifting back to the tower. To the boy.

To Rafayel.

That was when you heard voices nearby. Two people, speaking in low tones just behind a cluster of kelp.

"Konche, we cannot ask for a sample from the human—you know he cares about her," said a woman.

You froze.

Human.

The word hit you like a sudden current. You tilted your head slightly, trying not to draw attention. Could they be talking about the Sea God? About his Follower?

Quietly, you swam a little closer, keeping to the shadows of the reef wall.

"But Algie," said the boy—Konche, "there’s no harm in asking. Maybe she’d accept."

You narrowed your eyes, staying still.

You didn’t know what they meant by sample, but you were sure of one thing now—these two knew something.

You stayed hidden behind the kelp, listening carefully as the two continued speaking.

Algie sighed, a soft rustle in the water. "I still don't think it's a good idea. If he finds out—"

"Find out what?" you murmured. The two turned quickly, their eyes wide with surprise.

Algie's gaze hardened, but Konche looked more curious than anything. You could feel the tension in the water as they both sized you up.

"I'm sorry," you said, trying to seem casual, "I couldn’t help overhearing. You were talking about a human?"

Konche tilted his head, a small smile on his lips. "You heard that, huh?" His voice was light, teasing, but there was something about his tone that made you wary. "We were talking about... someone we know. It's not important."

You swam a little closer, narrowing your eyes. "You don’t seem like you’re just talking about anyone."

Algie glanced at Konche, then back at you. She hesitated before speaking, her voice low but firm. "It’s not something we should share with just anyone."

"But I’m curious," you pressed, "and I don’t mind a little secret or two. If it’s about the Sea God, I want to know."

Both of them stiffened at the mention of the Sea God.

"You know about him?" Konche asked, his eyes now keenly focused on you.

You nodded, your gaze steady. "Everybody knows about him."

You saw the shift in their expressions.

"Well," you said, swimming a little closer, "if you're really so close to the Sea God, I'm sure he trusts you with important things. I bet he listens to you more than most. You two must be special to him, right?"

You watched them closely, noting the way their posture straightened, pride flickering in their eyes. You'd struck a nerve.

Konche’s chest puffed out slightly, and Algie’s lips quivered in the smallest of smiles.

“Well, yes," Konche admitted, a glint of pride in his voice. "We were his childhood friends. He’d probably listen to us if we asked him... about anything."

A rush of excitement ran through you, but you kept your expression calm. This was the opening you needed.

“You must have a way to reach him, then,” you said smoothly. “I’m sure if you asked, he’d grant me the chance to meet him, wouldn’t he?”

Algie and Konche exchanged a glance. You could see the wheels turning in their minds.

“You want to meet him?" Algie asked, her tone a little softer now. "Why?"

You tilted your head, a playful smile curling your lips. “I just think someone as important as the Sea God shouldn’t be so far from those who care about him. Don’t you agree?”

Algie’s eyes flickered, and she looked over at Konche. Finally, she spoke.

“Alright," she said, her voice steady, "we’ll help you meet him. But only if you can do something for us first. A small task.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s the task?”

Konche smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “Remember, this is a favor. It’s not a free ride.”

You smiled, already sensing the opportunity. “I’m ready for whatever you ask.”

"A small task, my ass," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. Liars.

You couldn’t believe you’d ended up in this situation.

Konche and Algie had asked you to find the remains of a human shipwreck—some wreckage from a small vessel on its way to the land. You’d never been above the water, never seen where the sun touched the land. It wasn’t your world, and you preferred it that way. But, it seemed, there was always a first time for everything.

You pushed through the surface of the water, your heart pounding. For the first time, you felt the warmth of the sun on your skin, filtering through the water like a golden veil. It was as if you'd entered a whole new world, one that felt both foreign and strangely inviting.

The sea around you was alive with movement—schools of fish darting through the sunlit water, their scales shimmering like scattered jewels. You swam past them, your eyes scanning the horizon.

And then, through the clear waters, you saw it: the wreckage of the ship. Fragments of wood and broken masts were scattered across the water, half-submerged, the remnants of a past long forgotten.

You swam closer, your fingers brushing against the broken wood of the shipwreck. The surface of the water was calmer here, but the remnants of the ship told a story of chaos. The smell of salt and decay filled the air as you circled the wreckage, looking for anything that might help you complete your task.

There were splintered planks of wood everywhere, some still tangled in ropes. You reached out and gently tugged on one, revealing a small chest half-buried in the sand below.

You turned back toward the sea’s surface, your heart racing a little faster. The sun still hung in the sky, casting its bright light across everything, and you realized for the first time just how strange and unfamiliar this world above the water truly was.

As you rummaged through the wreckage, you finally found what you were looking for: some human remains. A broken arm, half-buried beneath the debris. Just like Algie had asked, you carefully wrapped it in torn clothes you found on the ship and tucked it away.

But as you swam back toward the sea, a strange feeling crept over you—a sense that you were being watched. You paused, glancing around, but there was nothing. No movement in the water, no shadows following you. Yet, the feeling didn’t fade.

You quickly shook it off, convincing yourself it was just the unease of being above water for the first time. Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was keeping an eye on you.

Then, you heard a voice. "You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous," a voice said.

You quickly turned, but all you saw was a figure in the shadows—another Lemurian. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank the gods. It would have been a disaster if a human had seen you.

He stepped forward slightly, his eyes studying you. "You’re here too," you said, keeping your tone calm even though anxiety prickled at your skin. "I’m just like you."

You glanced at the wrapped arm in your hands, then met his gaze again. "We’re partners in crime now. Don’t try to snatch me."

You heard a soft laugh, followed by a chuckle. "If you say so. Though this conversation feels oddly familiar," he murmured.

"That is your problem," you replied quickly, your voice sharp. "And who exactly are you?"

He raised an eyebrow, his voice playful. "Asking my name before introducing yourself?" he said, chuckling.

You gritted your teeth, but before you could respond, he moved closer. Your breath caught in your throat. And then, you saw him clearly.

It was him.

Rafayel.

How could you not recognize him? The boy you had promised to remember. The one from the tower. It was him, standing right in front of you.

"Till sea dries," you murmured softly, almost to yourself.

He looked at you, puzzled. "What?"

Oh, oh..

He doesn’t remember.

You forced a small smile, pushing the sharp sting of disappointment aside. No heartbreak, you told yourself. It had been years, for the gods' sake.

He doesn’t remember.

"Nothing," you said quickly, trying to hide the crack in your voice.

He doesn’t remember.

He frowned, his eyes searching yours. "Do you know me?"

He doesn’t remember.

You shook your head, fighting to keep your composure. "How could I know you?" The words came out a little too fast, a little too sharp. No, no tears. It was fine.

He doesn’t remember.

"I need to go," you said, your voice tight. You turned away, already moving toward the water.

He doesn’t remember.

You swam quickly, trying to push away the heavy feeling that had settled in your chest. The water felt colder now, as if it could somehow reflect the ache inside you. You wanted to leave it all behind, to forget that brief moment where everything had shifted.

But no matter how fast you swam, you couldn’t outrun the memories of that promise—of the boy who once spoke of the sea, of the promise to remember. You felt the sting of it again, like a sharp, unhealing wound.

As you neared the shadows of the ocean floor, the weight of your task hit you again. You had to focus. The human remains, the wreckage—it all still needed to be dealt with. You couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, not now.

But even as you tried to push everything aside, his words echoed in your mind: "Do you know me?"

You didn’t have time for this. You couldn’t let your past drag you down.

Still, you couldn’t stop the flicker of regret, the sharp pang of loss. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on the task ahead.

You would finish this, then move on. That’s all you could do.

He doesn’t remember.

You weren’t yourself the next day. You didn’t fully remember how you handed the human arm to Algie, how the two of you had made your plan, or how you ended up in this small corridor of the palace, waiting for her.

You blinked, taking a slow breath. No, no tears. You reminded yourself—The past is in the past. Let it stay there.

Another deep breath, and you focused on the present. Algie was going to bring Sea God to the room you were in now. You had a plan. You had to stick to it.

You were going to act like one of the servants in the palace, sitting by the bookshelves, pretending to read. He would come to collect a book for Algie, just like he always did.

When he entered, Konche would lock the door behind him. You’d have some time alone together, enough to speak.

The plan was simple. And it was the only way you’d get even a few moments with him, a few moments.

You adjusted your position by the bookshelf, taking a deep breath. Focus. You could do this. The plan was set, and all you had to do now was wait.

The door creaked open, then closed softly. You quickly looked up from your book, startled by the sound of footsteps. And there he was. Rafayel.

You blinked. What was he doing here? The Sea God had to be here.

“Oh, look who’s here,” he said casually, a smile spreading across his face when he saw your shocked expression. “And here I was, angry about having to fetch another book for Algie. Looks like I got lucky after all.”

No.

No way.

Your heart raced. You could feel your stomach drop.

“Shit...”

You whispered, still trying to process what was happening. “You’re joking.”

Then, a breathless pause, and you finally managed to ask, “You’re the Sea God?”

“And what makes you think I am?” he added, his smirk widening.

You blinked, trying to make sense of his words. The shock still hadn't faded, and you felt your heart race again. Was he really…?

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The flood of emotions mixed with confusion made it hard to think clearly.

You were certain now—this was him. Rafayel. But the Sea God? You couldn’t wrap your mind around it.

“Well, you’re not wearing those ugly clothes anymore,” you said calmly, trying to hide the mix of emotions rushing through you. “Even a God looks hideous in those.”

“Hey,” he replied, his ears turning red. “It’s my disguise.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the disappointment creeping in. “Disguise, huh? Thought you'd at least go for something a bit more... subtle. A few glowing trinkets might’ve done the trick.”

He gave you a half-smile, clearly not offended. “It’s not easy blending in when you're a Sea God, you know?”

You snorted. “Sure, but you’re doing a terrible job of it.”

Rafayel chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Well, what do you expect from a guy who’s spent most of his time alone?” His gaze shifted to the side for a moment, like he was unsure if he should say more.

You watched him carefully, still trying to figure out how you felt about the situation. He doesn’t even remember. It hurt more than you wanted to admit. But you couldn't show that, not now. Not with him acting so casually.

“So, do you always just barge into rooms uninvited?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation somewhere less... personal.

His grin returned. “Only when I’m looking for a book.” He paused, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Though I didn’t expect to find you here.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you working here?”

You paused, the question catching you off guard. Your plan flashed through your mind, but you hesitated. If you said you worked here, it would be harder to tell him the truth. And to be honest, you didn’t want Rafayel to know you as just another servant at the palace.

“Just looking,” you said quickly, trying to sound casual.

He gave you a puzzled glance but didn't press further. “Well, looking’s a good enough reason. Though, I’d imagine you could find something more interesting than dusty old books.”

You managed a small smile, but it didn't reach your eyes. "Maybe I like the dust."

Rafayel chuckled. “Guess we all have our weird hobbies.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “You said something about Algie… Is she your friend?” you asked casually. “I know her.”

“We’re childhood friends,” he replied with a soft smile.

The way he smiled—it was so delicate, so sweet—it nearly shattered something inside you. Algie. She was his childhood friend, not me.

You swallowed, trying to push down the bitter feeling creeping up. “Algie, me, and Konche used to wander around the palace... visit the most unexpected places. Discover the caves.” His words were light, as if the memories were precious to him.

Like us, you wanted to say, but the words stayed stuck in your throat. Instead, you smiled, masking the hurt. It wasn’t easy, but you did it—smiling behind the ache in your heart.

He paused for a moment, watching you with a curious expression.

Finally, Rafayel shifted his weight, eyes flicking toward the door. "I should probably get back to Algie and Konche before they come looking for me. They’ll think I’ve run off or something." He gave a small laugh, but it didn’t quite have its usual ease.

You could feel your chest tighten. "Yeah, of course," you replied, forcing a smile. "Wouldn’t want them to worry."

Rafayel gave you a final look before turning to leave. But then, as he reached the door, he hesitated. “Hey... thanks for talking. Maybe we can do it again sometime.” His voice was softer than usual, almost unsure.

For a split second, you wondered if there was something more he wanted to say. But then he was gone, leaving you alone in the room, the silence almost suffocating.

You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, then looked down at the book in your hands, fingers running over its pages without really reading. Maybe he doesn’t remember. Maybe he never will.

But a small part of you clung to the hope that, somehow, things might change.

He promised. He promised!

The words echoed in your mind, over and over. He said he would remember you, until the starfish leaves the ocean. How could he forget? How could he? The promise had been so real, so clear.

You didn’t even know how you ended up back in your room. One moment, you were standing there with him, and the next, you were in your room—alone, your body slumping against the wall, your heart heavy.

Tears came in waves, each one carrying the weight of the years that had passed. You let them fall freely, no longer trying to hold them back. Pearls spilled from your eyes, slipping down your cheeks and scattering across the floor like tiny fragments of your broken heart.

You didn't care that the pearls rolled across the room, their shimmer now tainted with sorrow. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. He promised... The thought, the ache, wrapped itself around you like a suffocating embrace.

He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember.

How could he forget?

This wasn’t the end of the world. You reminded yourself.

Today was the day Kaia and Tide arrived in the capital. You straightened your back, wiped away any trace of yesterday, and smiled when you saw them—like nothing had happened.

You pulled Kaia into a warm hug, letting her familiar presence steady you. Then you turned to Tide with a smirk, already slipping back into your usual rhythm.

Kaia pulled back from the hug, her eyes scanning your face. “You look tired,” she said softly.

“I always look tired,” you replied with a grin, brushing it off.

Tide rolled his eyes. “Still dramatic, I see.”

You smirked. “Still rude, I see.”

The three of you stood there for a beat, just soaking in the moment. Then Kaia clapped her hands. “Alright. Let’s walk around. For old times’ sake?”

“Yes!” you said a little too quickly. “I need to get out of this room anyway.”

Tide raised a brow. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said, too fast.

“Suspicious,” Kaia teased, linking her arm with yours.

But they didn’t push. Like always, they knew when not to.

So, the three of you wandered through the palace corridors, slipping past familiar corners and old hiding spots, laughing at half-forgotten memories. For a while, it almost felt like nothing had changed. Almost.

Then you saw him—Rafayel—and beside him, a girl.

A human.

You stopped walking, your steps freezing mid-motion. Kaia and Tide followed your gaze.

Kaia leaned in slightly, whispering, “She’s a human… It’s my first time seeing one up close.”

Tide squinted. “Her legs are so long. Like someone stretched out a fish and gave it opinions.”

You almost snorted, but your throat was too tight.

Then Tide looked at the boy beside her. “Wait… is that—Rafayel?”

“Rafayel?” Kaia echoed, like digging through an old memory. “Oh! That boy from the tower, the one you always—”

“He’s the Sea God,” you cut in, voice barely a breath.

Both of them turned to you, eyes wide.

“What!?” Kaia gasped.

“Rafayel!?” Tide’s jaw dropped.

You nodded slowly. “He doesn’t remember us, though.”

A pause settled in between you.

“Well, it’s expected,” Kaia said, her voice calm and practical. “It’s been a long time. People forget things. Change.” She glanced at you, softening her tone. “Anyway, it doesn’t mean we need to focus on this right now.”

You gave a small nod, pretending to agree, even though the tightness in your chest didn’t ease.

Tide, ever the interrupter of heavy feelings, crossed his arms and tilted his head. “Yeah, come on. So he forgot. Happens to the best of us. I forgot where I left my crab last week, and I’ve been fine.”

You huffed a laugh, weak but real.

“Besides,” Tide went on, gesturing at Rafayel and the girl dramatically, “do we really want to be part of a tragic love story with amnesia and long-limbed humans? Feels like too much effort.”

Kaia rolled her eyes. “Tide…”

He grinned. “What? I’m just saying, if he’s too holy to remember the legends of our youthful adventures, maybe he doesn’t deserve to remember us.”

You smiled a little, eyes still on Rafayel. “Yeah… maybe.”

But even as you said it, you weren’t sure you believed it.

You spent the whole day swimming through the palace corridors and gardens with Tide and Kaia, just like old times. You laughed at Tide’s ridiculous jokes, listened as Kaia pointed out how the city had changed, and for a little while, things felt the way they used to—easy, light, untouched by the weight of the present.

But eventually, the sun began to dip behind the sea, casting everything in a quiet golden light. Tide and Kaia said their goodbyes, heading off toward their family’s residence. You stayed behind, swimming slowly down the long coral path that wrapped around the palace. Your fingers brushed the smooth stone walls as you passed them, memories flickering with every touch.

That’s when you saw him.

Rafayel.

He was sitting alone on one of the wide steps that led down toward the water, his arms resting on his knees, face tilted toward the soft currents like he was listening to the sea.

You froze.

Your first instinct was to turn away. Just let it go. Let him be. You had done enough pretending for one day. But the moment you started to turn, he lifted his head and looked straight at you.

“I had dreams,” he said suddenly, voice soft but clear in the quiet. “A lot of them.”

You hesitated.

“There was always a girl,” he continued, standing slowly and drifting toward you. “She had your eyes. At first, I thought it was just… a dream. Just something strange my mind made up. Then, when I met my Follower—I thought it was her eyes I kept seeing.”

He swam closer, pausing right in front of you now, searching your face.

“But today, when I saw you with the other two… I remembered something. Just small pieces. Warm water and a promise.” He looked at you, eyes filled with something between confusion and wonder.

“We met before, didn’t we?”

Your breath caught.

The water around you felt still. Quiet. Waiting.

You just nodded, like something inside you had taken over. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think—just stared into those eyes. The same ones from the past.

“Till sea dries,” you whispered.

“Till starfish leaves the ocean,” he said softly, like the words had always lived inside him. “We met at the tower. I was hiding there.”

You didn’t—couldn’t—say anything.

“We were friends,” he continued, voice almost light. “You were my first friend.”

Then he smiled. That same boyish smile that used to make you laugh.

“Well, looks like I didn’t keep my promise,” he chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“It’s been years,” you said finally. Not as a way to forgive. Not to say it didn’t matter. Just to say it.

He nodded, letting the silence sit for a moment before he added, “I hope you’ll come to the Ceremony. I’d like to see my old friend there.”

You nodded again.

An old friend.

That’s all you were now, wasn’t it?

Just… an old friend.

You couldn’t help but notice how calm he was. How clear. Like everything was fine. Like you weren’t someone important anymore. Like all the bond between you had just… disappeared.

But maybe that’s how it was for him, wasn’t it?

You smiled—a tired, small smile. It was okay. Or at least, it would be.

He might still mean so much to you. But maybe… you didn’t mean the same to him. And that was alright too.

You had time.

You could get to know this Rafayel—the one standing here now. Not the boy from the tower. Not the one from your memories.

You had known the little Rafayel better than anyone.

But this Rafayel was different. Grown. Changed.

And that was what life was. Things changed.

With time, you told yourself, you would come to know this Rafayel too.

Like a friend.

Then came the Ceremony. Afterward, weeks passed without a word from Rafayel. When you finally saw him again, he was a shadow of himself. A mess. Lost. He wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t even look at you. Each time you tried, he pushed you away, until you were forced to leave as the sun set.

Again. And again. You were dismissed by him.

And then, one day, you overheard a whisper. "Sea God betrayed Sea."

That’s when it clicked. His Follower held his heart. He was gone. Trapped in a human body. And Lemuria—your home—was growing weaker. The sea, once full of life, began to die. The starfish started to vanish. They left, drifting away.

And in that moment, you knew. You had no choice.

You had to go to the human lands. To find a way to save what was left.

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