#for ME having a nickname was so normal and it's only very abruptly been made weird by others and I'm baffled and annoyed about it

[blujayonthewing]

I wish I had any way of knowing whether people have gotten Weirder™ about my name in recent years or if this has been happening behind the scenes the entire time

I've been going by Jay since I was 11. At the time nobody objected to or questioned this, at least not to me; I found out many years later that Jay is supposedly a "boy's name," but nobody ever said 'you can't use that as a nickname, it's a boy's name' and it went completely uncontested by anyone when I switched. Lots of kids announced some manner of name change at the start of a new school year in middle school; it was all normal and fine. My mom and, you know, grandmas and other relatives kept calling me Jessica, which was also fine! I didn't make a big family announcement or correct any relatives on this, I just wanted to differentiate myself from the half dozen other Jessicas in school.

For twenty years!! This has gone on being perfectly normal! My Real Name™ is an increasingly obscure bit of trivia I get to spring on friends who didn't realize I had one, which is always funny (my brother in law didn't believe me and demanded to see my driver's license). My mom and grandmas have largely still called me Jess, and that's also fine! It's nice, even! There's a particular intimacy there of having a name only my mother uses-- but, crucially, I have never asked her not to, or said that I don't like it. And as FAR AS I KNOW, this has all been true and fine for TWENTY YEARS.

My own feelings about it have never changed, and feel, to me, very straightforward: if I tell you that my name is Jay, and you decide that no it isn't, that is a problem. That's the rule. That's literally it. I had a high school teacher who asked on the syllabus for us to write down if we went by something other than our full name, who was nonetheless UNIQUE among all of my teachers from 6th grade onward in always and only ever calling me Jess, even though I signed all my work Jay, all the other teachers called me Jay, he literally asked whether anyone wanted to be called something else and I answered Jay, and I had him for two semesters. I met a work friend of Justin's once who asked upon introduction whether Jay was short for something, and when I told him it was short for Jessica he took it upon himself to call me Jess instead. This isn't me having a problem with any particular iteration of my name, this is just asshole behavior! I told you what my name was and you said 'no it isn't'. The problem here does not seem complex to me?

But within the last [hand wiggle] handful of years I feel like it keeps getting weirder? Apparently my dad and grandma argued about it at my wedding rehearsal-- she, dramatically, insisting 'I don't care, her name is Jessica, I'm going to call her that ;n;' and my dad angrily defensive that no it isn't, I go by Jay, that should be respected. And I'm sitting here listening to my dad relay this in utter bewilderment like. Well dad I love the energy but I have never been bothered at all if grandma calls me Jessica. I have never even once asked her not to or complained to anyone that she does. But also this is the grandma who HAS called me Jay more often than not?? My mom's mom never picked it up, but I was astonished to hear my dad's mom was acting like this was some New Dramatic Change that she Hated and not a thing she's literally already been doing for, again, twenty entire years. Why are you suddenly making it weird! Last weekend Justin's stepmom mentioned seeing my mom at the hospital where mom works, and how she said something like 'yes I'm Jessica's mom-- wait, no, Jay, she hates it when I do that' and I just?? I literally don't, the only problem now is that people who know me won't know who the fuck you're talking about

all of this and I'm just. I am literally just sitting here. why are we inventing problems out of this two decades later. what is going on

[skyward-floored]

Warriors gets his nickname

Hi I’m not updating long fics even though I want to, I’m instead writing more short Incredibles au stuff *collapses*. I’ll update other things eventually I promise ;-;

This is the furthest back fic I’ve written I think— Time is only a teenager, and Warriors is very smol. Time goes by Time because he got sick of them both being Link, but Warriors doesn’t have a nickname yet. I think that’s all the background you really need though, so I’ll stop and just let you read already.

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Link held tight to Time’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk, headed towards the corner stand where Time knew they could get lunch for cheap. He usually skipped lunch himself, or just nibbled something small, but since it was the weekend, Link wasn’t in school and he had to get him something.

Time looked down at his little brother, Link trotting along beside him. He was nearly drowning in his too-big scarf, and Time flipped it around his neck one more time so he wouldn’t trip on it, Link giving him a little smile.

Time sighed to himself.

He was still figuring out how to deal with having a kid as his responsibility, but... he was making it work. He’d managed to get Link in a preschool on weekdays, and was working on a more permanent place for them to stay besides “in this nice tree” or “in the backseat of the car”. Nobody believed him when he said he was old enough to rent an apartment when he tried though, so it was usually still the backseat of the car for them.

But in general, Time didn’t usually feel like screaming, and was able to keep Link happy, so he was counting the whole thing as at least a partial success.

He seriously needed to find a nickname for the kid though— two Links was two too many.

Why did you name him after me, Mom? he thought as he watched Link jump over a slushy puddle. Why did you leave him with me? Surely you knew someone who who would do a better job? Someone who’s an adult? I’m his brother, but that doesn’t mean I know how to raise him.

A crashing sound made Time’s ears prick, and the thoughts he’d been repeatedly having ever since he’d met Link fled as he turned towards a tiny side street, one that ran behind several shops.

He tugged Link over towards the alley, suspicion in every step. That hadn’t just sounded like a normal dropping-something crash to him. And sure enough, he found a newly shattered window that led into a pawn shop, a shadow disappearing into the shelves inside.

“...bad guy?” Link asked, and Time nodded, already looking for a spot to switch into his super suit.

“Bad guy. A crazy one too, breaking and entering in broad daylight. Looks like somebody doesn’t know that stealing is wrong,” he said with a tsk, and Link let out a small giggle.

Time quickly ducked behind a dumpster to change, and emerged moments later, flexing his hands in his gloves. Link gave him an interested look, and Time suddenly remembered that he couldn’t very well bring his four-year-old brother inside with him.

“...Right,” Time sighed, then scooped Link up and quickly deposited him behind the same dumpster he’d changed behind. “Stay here, don’t let him or anyone see you. I’ll take care of him but don’t come out until I come get you.”

Link frowned, worry pinching at his eyebrows, and Time tucked his scarf a little more tightly around him.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Time assured, but Link kept frowning.

“Hurt?”

“I won’t get hurt. And even if I do I can handle it, but I need to not worry about you while I fight. Stay here,” Time said firmly, then turned and jumped into the shattered window before his brother could argue.

He spotted the robber within seconds, the man breaking open a glass case with all sorts of valuables stored inside. Time put his little brother out of his mind for now, and crept closer, then abruptly cleared his throat. The man jumped at the noise and whipped around, brandishing a crowbar and staring at him.

“I don’t think those belong to you,” Time said with a smirk, and the man swung, Time nimbly jumping out of the way.

“Fierce Deity,” the man spat, and Time gave him a mocking bow.

“At your service. Put the fancy gold watches back.”

The man laughed, then his eyes narrowed behind the reptilian mask he wore. “Dinolfos of the Lizal gang doesn’t take orders from you.”

“Fine,” Time sighed, rolling his eyes. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

He threw a punch towards Dinolfos, which the robber neatly avoided, and the two began to fight, weaving around each other and dodging attacks.

Dinolfos was surprisingly skilled at avoiding Time’s punches, and Time had barely landed any hits after several minutes. Dinolfos on the other hand, had grazed him at least twice now, and annoyance began to swell in Time’s chest. He wasn’t incapacitated from the hits, but he didn’t like where this was going.

He fought faster, managing to knock the crowbar from Dinolfos’s hand, and the battle sped up without the weapon in the mix, kicks and punches just barely grazing both of them.

This guy is fast, Time thought, lunging out of the way of a punch that likely would have given him a bloody nose. How is he so fast?! Argh.

Time managed a swing that connected with Dinalfos’s shoulder, and he reeled back, shouting in anger as he lunged for Time. Time once again dodged out of the way, and noticed with a smirk that his opponent’s swings were getting more wild.

He backed up to give himself some space, easily dodging the angry punches thrown at him. Time stuck his tongue out as Dinolfos missed again, and his opponent let out a roar of frustration as Time continued to easily avoid his angered strikes.

Until Time stumbled on the dropped crowbar.

His foot slipped and Dinolfos lunged, kicking Time right in the chest and knocking the breath out of him as he was thrown straight through the broken window. He went flying into some trash cans at the end of the alley, and heard Link gasp from his hiding spot, but his chest was tight, too tight for him to sit up or even move, just lie there and gasp for breath.

Dinolfos’s foot had caught him at exactly the wrong angle, and knocked every bit of air from his lungs.

Footsteps ran over, and Time opened his eyes with a cough, expecting to see Dinolfos with his weapon raised above his head, ready to strike.

Instead he saw Link standing protectively in front of him, arms held out as if to shield Time despite his tiny size.

Dinolfos laughed.

“Is this your sidekick, Deity?” he guffawed, looking down at Link as he stalked forward. “He is tiny! Were you so desperate for help that you thought even a baby would be better than nothing?”

He continued to laugh, and Link glared up at him, his hands clenching into fists. Time tried his best to catch his breath and get to his feet, but his lungs refused to work, no matter how he gasped. Stupid lungs, come on!

The very air temperature seemed to drop all of a sudden, and a flare of panic hit Time as the robber stepped towards Link. No no no no no—

Dinolfos lunged for him, but Link blasted a spurt of ice from his hands, hitting Dinolfos in the legs. He yelped in surprise, and before he could recover, Link sprayed more ice at him, trailing up his legs and hitting his arms as well.

The shots were clumsy, and it was obvious Link didn’t have much practice, but Dinolfos was completely stuck by the time he finished, and unable to grab his weapon.

Or move, for that matter.

“You brat!” Dinolfos hissed, glaring at where Link stood. “How dare you? I am of the Lizalfos pack, son of Dinal, leader of the Lower Lizards, Master of—!”

Link shot a bit of ice over his mouth, making his face flush with anger.

Time finally managed to get some air into his lungs, and he rolled over, looking up at Dinolfos and Link with an impressed expression.

“Huh,” Time wheezed, still trying to fully catch his breath. Partially from the kick, but mostly from the remaining panic of seeing his little brother nearly be attacked while he just gasped for breath on the pavement.

Sloppy, too sloppy, you should have put him further away, he barely knows how to use his powers he could’ve been hurt he could have been ki—

Time sighed, and winced as he put a hand to his chest and lightly rubbed. He was definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow. “We’ll have to talk about your listening skills kiddo, but... nice work. You’re quite the little warrior, huh?”

His brother’s face positively lit up at his words, and he pointed to himself, some snowflakes settling in his hair.

“Warriors,” he said proudly, and Time snorted, slowly getting to his knees.

“Warrior, kid. No S.”

“Warriors!”

“There’s only one of you, there’s no S,” Time argued back as he stood, but the kid just kept chattering ‘Warriors’ to himself, over and over. A vein bulged in Dinalfos’ forehead, and Time snorted, shaking his head.

He had been thinking about finding a nickname earlier... I suppose there are worse ones out there.

“Well come on, ‘Warriors’, let’s go get lunch. Frosty here can just hang around until the police show up,” he said, ruffling Link’s hair.

Link beamed, and took the hand Time offered him as they stepped out of the alleyway and walked down the street, leaving Dinolfos behind in the alley.

Dinolfos yelled a curse behind them that was entirely unintelligible.

[foxymoxynoona]

Over the Falls Ch. 2: Bomb

Sexy Banner & bar by @borabae-gx

Summary: Jungkook sees a lot of things as a pool tech. It’s…  fine. It pays the bills between mornings on the water and evenings  rocking out with his garage-band. His favorite thing to see on the job has been Grace Birch –older but a hottie, wealthy but nice, and  unfortunately very married. At least until Grace learns what her husband  has been up to behind her back. Now that she’s free, Jungkook finds  himself wondering: what does it take for a guy like him to catch the eye of a woman like that?

Genre: Poolboy Jungkook x Rich Divorcee OC

Tags: Age gap (older woman), socioeconomic gap, Surferboy JK, drummer/guitarist/vocalist JK, Wealthy divorcee OC, househusband

CW: Mature/Explicit,  Infidelity (not between JKxOC), language, alcohol, recreational drugs, lots of explicit sex, ageist/racist/classist remarks down the road, outdoor sex, beach sex

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three

“You’re pursing your lips!” Taro called back to Jungkook. His attempts to unpurse them failed beneath his glare; he pursed them tighter, then squeezed his eyes shut accidentally while trying to relax his lips. Thinking about it all caused him to drag the rhythm and Yoongi abruptly stopped.

“Fuck off,” Jungkook scowled at Taro. “Who cares what my mouth is doing when I’m not singing?”

“I care, it doesn’t look cool.”

“Well stop looking back at me and you won’t see it. The audience is that way,” Jungkook said, pointing with his stick to the front of the garage where Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, and Corri chilled with beers on cheap folding chairs. They weren’t paying any attention to the rehearsal, certainly not to anything Jungkook’s face was doing behind the drums. 

“Yeah but–”

“No one cares what his fucking face does,” Soyoon agreed with him. “They care whether he nails that tricky rhythm.”

“Thank you–”

“If he looks like a muppet, so what?”

Jungkook’s grateful grin slid into a scowl. Soyoon smiled. 

Yoongi’s voice sounded equally as deceptively supportive as he suggested, “Maybe more like a tarsier.”

“I was thinking tree frog,” Taehyung called over. 

“You’re all fucking assholes,” Jungkook huffed and did a run on the drums as loud as he could as punishment. They were unfortunately unbothered. As unbothered as they should have been about whatever concentration face he made as he drummed. They had no idea the coordination and focus it required! 

“Don’t listen to them,” Hoseok insisted as soon as the cacophony died down. “You’re handsome no matter what face you make, that’s why they’re being like that. They’re jealous. You look so cool when you drum, you’re stealing the show.”

It was too over the top. Jungkook sighed and let his head hang as his friends got their laughs out. 

“What? What did I say?” Hoseok mumbled as Jimin patted his arm and shushed him. Hoseok was the only one of their group to say something like that and mean it sincerely, but no one could take it seriously. Alas.

“Let’s just take it from the top,” Yoongi said. “Last song of the night and I’m out.”

“Out? Why out? We’re performing this weekend,” Taro instantly argued. Jungkook saw the twitch of Yoongi’s lips, only the faintest sign he ever showed that he was annoyed.

“Yeah, so we had the extra rehearsal.”

“I just want us to do well,” Taro insisted. “This isn’t a normal performance. It’s a competition.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the snicker, “For Aughts Coverbands. It’s not that deep, Taro, you don’t have to be a bitch about my face.”

“Gee, can’t imagine why you can’t get laid lately.”

“The fuck do you know about it? I can get laid whenever I–” Jungkook sputtered. Really? She had to say that right in front of Corri?!

Soyoon sighed noisily, “We all know you want to win, we all know Junky can get laid, can we just do it already?” God he hated that nickname, if anyone besides Soyoon called him that he’d lose his shit, but somehow she’d always been able to use it as a hook to draw him back. He rolled his eyes at her, as expected, and she grinned and thumbed a line on the bass.

“Winning is fun,” Taro huffed. “I thought at least Jungkook would agree with me.”

“You’re talking shit about my face! We aren’t going to lose because of my face!”

“Only when you purse your lips like that.”

“I’m just concentrating.”

“You’re supposed to make it look effortless.”

“You wanna drum?” he asked, standing from the stool and holding the sticks out. She rolled her eyes and looked away. She’d once tried to pick it up and failed miserable, she lacked the coordination and muscle for it. And Jungkook had taken the high road and not teased her (too bad) about it. Her inability to play any instrument didn’t matter; she was a kickass lead vocalist and frontwoman, even though she sucked before any performance she deemed important. Yeah, Jungkook wanted to do well in a competition, obviously, but it wasn’t supposed to be a source of stress. They were a mostly-covers band, not some music act out to change the world. It was just supposed to be fun. Jungkook had managed to calm down the hyper-competitive streak of his younger days and wasn’t interested in getting all wrapped up in it again. 

“I’m just trying to help you get laid,” she mumbled.

“Why are you so worried whether he’s getting laid?” Taehyung asked, just as loudly as before, as if Corri hadn’t already heard all of this. Corri, one of the women uninterested in laying him despite their past lays.

“I’m not. I just think he seems frustrated.”

“Yeah because our vocalist keeps talking shit about my concentration face.”

Yoongi started to play the chorus, a not-so-subtle sign he was bored with the bickering banter. 

“Yeah I’m frustrated but not about… whatever, just play the song,” Jungkook huffed. Corri’s obvious avoidance of looking in his direction suddenly embarrassed him, when he usually could shrug off teasing no problem. He didn’t care that Corri didn’t want to fuck anymore, it wasn’t like they had been a thing, it just was embarrassing for someone you weren’t a thing with to tell you they wanted to be even less of a thing… Suddenly he wondered if Corri and Taro had been talking about him….

Before anyone (Taro) could escalate further, Soyoon scolded, “Elizabeth. Sing the damn song so I’m not late to teaching.”

Taro —real name Elizabeth– scowled in Soyoon’s direction this time and Jungkook settled back onto his stool. He flexed his fingers and cracked his neck to get ready for the final run-through of all three songs they would play at the competition: “Misery Business” by Paramore, “All Around You” by Flyleaf, and “The Real Mothers” by Screaming Females. Jungkook could have done without Flyleaf but Taro had gotten to choose the final song after a cutthroat tournament of rock-paper-scissors. Granted, Jungkook would have preferred to cover at least one male-led song, but he wasn’t going to go there. 

Instead he did his best to keep his face neutral and un-pinched as he played, his best effort to be above reproach. Yoongi was who he cared more about impressing though; Taro was a great vocalist but when it came to musical talent, Yoongi was their lead with Soyoon not far behind. The two of them wrote and composed all their original stuff and did the arrangements for their covers. The two of them could have gone pro, really, but they had their reasons for being in this hobby band, just like Taro did, just like Jungkook did. 

Fun. It was all supposed to be fun. 

Usually he liked rehearsal, but Taro was right about one tiny thing: he was frustrated. But it wasn’t about sex! Or at least not about his sex. It was about a particular video sitting on his phone that he had no fucking clue what to do about. He had hoped to ask Yoongi what he thought but then felt stupid about it as they kicked off rehearsal and there wasn’t any time afterwards. As soon as the set was done, Soyoon and Yoongi both split for their evening gigs. 

Taro’s face went through a tornado of emotions before she finally put her hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and said, “Sorry. Your face is fine. I just want us to look good but I didn’t mean to be a dick about it.”

“Whoever you have coming to the show isn’t going to fuck or not fuck you because of what my face does.”

She growled, “Come on, I apologized. Don’t be a shit.” But it was allowed. That’s how things were between them, had been for the ten years they’d known each other since their first pick up performances as teens, back when she was just Beth and not the artist known as Taro. He grinned and she pinched his cheek and that was the end of it; she and Corri disappeared with only a backward wave.

Jungkook expected to be on his own for the last bit of cleanup but Jimin and Taehyung and Hoseok shuffled around the garage helping with it. They’d done their best to waterproof the garage but after a leak had come a little too close to an amp, Jungkook was too nervous to leave anything of value on the ground ever again. He’d built a shaky wooden platform for his kit, made sure all the cables and amps were on shelves and hooks against the windowless wall, and kept the other instruments inside the house. Yoongi’s garage had been nicer and at the top of a hill but after his neighbors called the cops on them twice, they’d moved to Jungkook’s garage. His neighbors didn’t give a shit; everyone was noisy here. They usually played with the door open anyways because it got hot as fuck in there with only a couple fans and sometimes people would sit out on their porches to listen. Jimin had the great idea of adding an air conditioner but with what fucking money? Someday. Maybe with the prize money if they won the competition! The 2000s were the worst decade of music as far as Jungkook was concerned, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t win…

He felt the stirrings of ambition and squashed it.

“Paramore and Flyleaf,” he mumbled as Jimin and Taehyung sang lyrics over each other while they looped cables. 

“What’s wrong with Paramore?” Hoseok asked. “Besides that you’re too young to remember them.”

“I’m not too young. I remember “Ain’t It Fun,” that album. And I remember these songs! I like them. The drumming is good, and they’re good for Taro’s voice.”

“But… you’d rather be playing something else?”

“I just don’t like the competitions,” he admitted. “I’d rather be doing our usual set for our usual stage. No stress, no worries–”

“Yeah you don’t like it because you’re a sleeping competitive asshole,” Jimin snickered.

Jungkook looked around for anything left down as he demanded, “What does that mean, sleeping?”

“It means you want everything to think you’re chill. Surfer life, ya?” Jimin teased, making two shaka gestures. His mockery was idiotic considering he surfed almost as much as Jungkook did, although he hadn’t gone as much lately. Work. “We’ve known you too long. We know you like to crush the competition.”

“Nah, man, that’s not me anymore.”

Jimin and Taehyung shared a look. Jungkook backhanded Taehyung in the stomach because he was closest, then motioned for them to get out so he could drag the garage door closed. The clicker had been broken for a while and every time one of them tried to fix it, it just broke again. Handymen they were not despite their best efforts, Jungkook in particular. He just didn’t have the knack for it, so he was learning, that was all. Their landlord didn’t have to be such a shitbag about his attempts gone awry. If he’d just call the fucking plumber or contractor or whatever it was on time, Jungkook wouldn’t have to take matters into his own hands! Or worse, Taehyung or Jimin went after it. 

“What are we doing for dinner?” Taehyung asked as they kicked their shoes off by the back door. Jungkook ignored the question, assuming it was intended for Jimin or Hoseok, or at least not him. Briefly looking at his phone with the thought of delivery –followed by the painful reminder of his bank account– nudged his attention back to the video. The video. The one currently living in the Recently Deleted folder on his phone, chilling in limbo for 30 days until he either restored it or let his phone delete it for good. He felt no closer to making a decision on what to do with it. Forget he knew this and let it disappear? Give it to Mrs. Birch because she deserved to know she was married to an epic dipshit? 

“JK?” 

“Yeah episode four, I don’t know.”

“Huh?”

“Are we talking about what to watch?”

“What show are you even talking about?” Jimin laughed at him. “We’re talking about food! Dinner!”

“Oh. Uh…”

Taehyung snickered and nudged him with an elbow as he passed through the door, “He’s thinking about the video.”

“Grossss.”

“I’m not— I’m not thinking about the video,” Jungkook argued. It was a lie; they could tell it was a lie. He didn’t appreciate their joke of making it sound like he was thinking-thinking about it, rather than stressing about it. Stressing wasn’t his style.

“Just delete it, man,” Taehyung said. “You don’t need some guy’s nut on your phone. No offense to the gays in the room.”

“None taken, I don’t want some asshole’s nut on my phone either,” Jimin snickered.

“Yeah but….” 

Jimin, still grinning, countered, “Stop being a puss and just tell the wife what you found. She deserves to know and once she’s done being heartbroken, she’ll appreciate it,” Jimin countered. “Maybe a lot.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Jungkook deeply regretted having drunkenly shared a Mrs. Birch fantasy with Jimin just one time, which Jimin would now never ever forget.

Their “advice” was too much like teasing. It didn’t feel serious and had already put him in a bad mood when they first acted like this when he told them yesterday. Not everything was a joke. He wanted to live like that too, sure! But he had a real moral conflict here and he didn’t appreciate them making it sound like he was getting some kind of sick pleasure –either out of having a fucking porn video of that spaghetti-dick Tim or of hoping to get into Mrs. Birch’s good graces as a hero. He didn’t feel like this was heroic. He felt like a fucking creep to have taken it in the first place. He felt like it was infecting his phone. He felt like he was holding a bomb that was going to blow up a marriage and really hurt a good person. 

Not that he really knew her and whether she was a good person. For all he knew she had Nice White Lady Syndrome for “the Help” and was an entitled privileged bitch elsewhere. She’d married that fucker, after all, so she had to be like into that kind of guy and lifestyle and all that. Maybe she had her side pieces too, for all he knew! And it just wasn’t him! He didn’t want to insert himself into what could be a really sick, fucked up marriage.

“What if the dude comes after me?” he mused. He flopped down on the couch, instantly comforted by the broken-in cushion that nearly swallowed him. “He could get me fired. Sue me. Ruin my life. I dunno.”

“For exposing his cheating?” Taehyung’s face crinkled up. “Then we fuck him up.”

“He’s rich.”

Jimin tapped his chin and pointed out, “Ah, it’s true, it probably wasn’t legal for you to take that video, right?”

“Huh?”

“You filmed a guy having sex in his own house,” Jimin said. “I just mean… having the video is probably a risk. You should either pass it along or get rid of it, but only if you know the wife won’t turn on you. Rich people… you gotta be careful with them.”

“She…” Jungkook started to say she wouldn’t… but he didn’t know. He didn’t actually know her at all. And now Jimin and Taehyung were making him more scared than guilty. He couldn’t get sued. He didn’t have money! He didn’t have time for court. And his family wouldn’t be able to handle the shame. Who would watch Max when Yoojin got called into work without warning? Who would help his dad set up literally any new electronic device or go grocery shopping with his mom so she didn’t have to carry all the bags into the house because Yoojin was busy with Max and his dad worked a lot and Haewon didn’t live at home anymore? His parents needed him more than ever now, he couldn’t go to jail just because he was trying to do something “good” for a woman he didn’t even know! A thing she probably wouldn’t even appreciate!

He turned to Hoseok, hoping for some meaningful insight from him. Hoseok was a few years older and easily the most mature, experienced person in the house right now. Aside from his choice in dating Jimin, he tended to demonstrate good taste and clear judgment. Jimin and Taehyung could be hit or miss on their advice but Hoseok had a knack for people. Jungkook rebelled at their stirring of the pot, making him so nervous. He wasn’t a nervous guy. There had to be an easy, simple solution.

But Hoseok, who hadn’t said a word this whole time, nor when Jungkook first stupidly told these guys about the video two days ago, just read from his phone, “Kalasha is doing a free delivery special to celebrate the new restaurant. Chicken? Egg sandwiches?”

“Yeah, chicken!” Taehyung quickly agreed. Jungkook understood: they were done talking about this, and he sure wasn’t going to be the needy baby demanding more advice that he didn’t even appreciate. He was both relieved and annoyed. This was his mess. He had to figure this out on his own. But he could have used some good advice.

“Egg sandwich,” he said. “Is there one with chicken too? I’m gonna hit the gym later tonight and surf in the morning so I need that protein, yo!” There, Jungkook back to himself, and his friends readily accepted it. 

The crash of the waves against the shore drowned out all else. Early mornings had a cool humidity to them, leaving a cold sweaty feeling on Jungkook’s skin, his hair wild and crunchy from the salt. The warm water lapped his ankles, sand sucking out from beneath his toes as the water swirled and then retreated, only to be overrun by the next impatient wave. It was a beautiful morning to be out, perfect surf conditions, beach not yet overrun by the tourists who would flock here once they’d finished their brunch and mimosas at the nearby resort.

Jungkook shook the wet hair out of his face and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the breeze off the water. The scent of salt and fish, sharp and pungent, was home to him. He breathed in deeply and tried to let everything else in the world sift from his mind. That was the beauty of surfing, it took all of you, for a brief time you were nothing but a fleck of energy carried by the water. That was what he liked about drumming too. He liked things that consumed him.

Surfing early in the morning had many advantages, when the tide worked out. Nice weather. Quieter beach. Fewer rookies. 

“How’s the break, bro?” Carver asked, coming up behind and slapping him on the shoulder. Jungkook saw Missy trailing further up the beach, board perched on her head. He took his eyes off Hoseok only for a second to answer,

“Yeah, bomb breaks today.” He slapped Carver’s back in return. “You’re late for dawn patrol though, eh?”

Carver rolled his eyes, “Someone couldn’t get out of bed this morning.” He jerked his thumb at Missy. Jungkook’s eyebrows raised but he said nothing, knowing he’d be awkward. Carver and Missy had been dating a year now or something like it, and for at least a year before that Carver had trailed along behind her like a lovesick dickhead while Missy didn’t have the time of day for him. Jungkook had spent many a daybreak catching waves with her but she’d seemed unbothered by any of his attempts at flirting –until suddenly one day she took a liking to Carver and now they stayed up all night fucking so she couldn’t make it to the beach on time. Jungkook hated that he knew that. He was fine that she’d never given him a chance but he was bummed to see less of two people he enjoyed. 

And also that they were just so happy together.

Fuck, he just knew too much about other people’s fuck lives without having one of his own to occupy his thoughts.

He gave a wave to Missy and headed out to the water just as Hoseok slid smoothly onto the beach. He sure didn’t let his bedmate keep him from catching those early breaks under the first streaks of light. His hair spiked and his smile glowed as he took those first heavy steps off the board and then immediately turned around to drag it back into the water a few yards behind Jungkook.

“I’ve only got time for one more,” he called, voice swallowed by the surf but Jungkook still heard and remembered he’d said that earlier, he had an earlier shift as a manager at the resort. It was a really demanding job, and he busted his ass. But he was still here! Unlike Taehyung. Jimin was practically a hodad at this point anyway so it didn’t really matter if he was here since he just distracted Hoseok anyway.

Jungkook walked until he had to glide and paddle. The sun was steadily heating up on his back but the water felt cool by comparison, drenching the thin fabric of his rash guard. He kept his eyes on the horizon where sea birds flitted and landed, and a couple fishing boats in the distance seemed to hover. Greenish fish darted beneath the shadow of his board. A shadow of a cloud passed over but otherwise the sky was clear and would no doubt be scorching later. Work was going to be hot today. He had three pools to clean, and then had promised Yoojin he��d take Max in the evening. She was being cagey as shit about why she needed the sitting, which probably meant she had a date and she knew very well how Jungkook felt about that. Yoojin’s taste in men was as shitty as her cooking. Max was the only good thing her ex had ever done in his life, and he wasn’t even still involved except for an occasional miniscule child-support check.

When he got far enough out, he straddled the board and waited as first one and then a second mushburger made him bob. Too gentle to ride. Sitting in the lull was peaceful though and gave Hoseok time to catch up. Jungkook breathed the breeze and watched his friend sit up several yards away. As the first one out, Jungkook had wave priority, but he knew Hoseok had somewhere to be.

“You want the next one?” he called.

“Nah bro, you’re first!”

“I can wait. I’m floating.”

“No no it’s fine, you first.”

“Eh…” Jungkook sighed as a totally surfable swell raised beneath them. Neither of them took it, just watched as it peeled. “Damn, would’ve been perfect.”

“Take it,” Hoseok insisted. “I can chill.”

Jungkook briefly considered it. Felt his muscles tense as another swell began to rise behind him. But being out here was soothing, and he felt tendrils dragging at his mind again that he wasn’t willing to face once he went back to shore. Out here he was nothing, nobody, just a piece of driftwood on the sea. Back on land, he had a job to do. The Birch pool was on his roster today, and he was no closer to figuring out what to do with the video in his trash folder. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as the wave once again passed them and broke.

“Bro,” Hoseok called. “You ok?”

“What do I do about that video, man?” Jungkook sighed, shouting to be heard over the distance. “I just don’t know… I gotta face her today and what, know her husband is fucking around and that she probably doesn’t know? But damn I don’t want to be tied up in some rich person bullshit…”

Hoseok shook his head, “Yeah, you can’t get into that shit. Richies will rip you up, they don’t give a shit you were trying to do a good thing.” Of course, Hoseok saw lots of shitty rich people in his resort job. Jungkook had briefly worked there as a cabana boy too. He remembered. Oh boy, did he remember.

“Yeah but…” Jungkook sighed. They were all right. He knew they were right, and his family would give the same advice if he asked –which he wouldn’t, because he would never talk to his family about personal problems like that. They had enough of their own and he was the eldest now so it was his job to help them. 

But he also just had this painful twist in his stomach at the idea of Mrs. Birch being married to that piece of shit. Probably the fucker was going to catch something and give it to her and that’s how she’d fine out. He’d get some other chick pregnant. She’d walk in on it and be traumatized. Maybe she was secretly as shitty as the rest but if she wasn’t, didn’t she deserve to know the kind of man she married? Since apparently she hadn’t already figured it out on her own? But it wasn’t Jungkook’s job to tell her…

“I see that look,” Hoseok laughed, splashing Jungkook to get his attention. “You want to do it. That’s why I don’t like to give you advice. You just do what you’re going to do anyway.”

“The thing is, I would want to know,” Jungkook said.

“You aren’t her. You should be worried about yourself. She doesn’t care about you.”

It hurt to hear. It was true. He didn’t like to hear it but appreciated the honesty.

“I know but… otherwise what, I keep cleaning their pool and keep knowing and don’t say anything? That’s not who I am. I want to be an honest person no matter what.”

“No matter what,” Hoseok laughed. “It’s admirable but sometimes not the best.”

Jungkook let out a noisy sigh. 

And then had an idea.

“What if it’s not me that tells her?” he said, slowly turning his board after it drifted. “What if I just give her the video anonymously? Then she knows but no one knows it’s me.”

Hoseok’s face screwed up, “How would you even do that?”

“Burn a dvd. Leave it in her mailbox?”

“They probably have cameras all over the place. Or they’ll data mine the DVD or whatever…”

But Jungkook was onto something and he knew it. Fine, a USB stick, and he didn’t think it had to be that secure because he hadn’t seen anything that made him think either of the Birchs was that technically smart and they were going to have bigger things to worry about anyway, right? Like divorce. Divorce that would bring that piece of rich-ass shit to his dry, wrinkled knees.

“Nah bro, this will work!” Jungkook beamed. He felt an instant lightness swell within him that had nothing to do with the lift of another wave beneath the board. “Ya, ok, it’s a plan. Let’s get it!”

“Wait, but JK–”

“I’m taking this one!” he called, ignoring Hoseok’s concerns. There was no good path forward but this was the best one. Probably Mrs. Birch would be hurt but at least no one could trace it to him and he wouldn’t have to admit to her he’d been the one to record it and no one could sue him for what pennies he had to his name.

He caught the next wave, leaping to his feet at the lip of it as he drew in a deep, joyful breath. This was the best part. Flying. Adrenaline coursed through his body, just the right amount to make him feel like a beam of sunlight, the rough board beneath his feet the only thing left to ground him as he cut his board across clear water that sprayed in his face. No barrels big enough to pull into this morning but the drop left his heart thumping in his chest and his head spinning. Nothing beat the high of a bitchin’ ride. 

Suddenly the wave closed out, sending Jungkook tumbling into the water. The slap to his chest left him winded but he surfaced only a moment after his board bobbed, tugging his ankle by the leash. He flipped his hair back and lifted his face to the sun as he swiped the salt water from his eyes. Didn’t matter that he’d grubbed it, the ride had been excellent until then. Grubbing it was just part of the game.

With a lighter heart and a clear mind, Jungkook sloshed his way to shore to put his plan into action.

The orange envelope was on the front porch when she got home that day, tucked between the storm door and the wooden door as if the mailman had dropped it off. They often did that, even though Tim had built a big stupid UV box for packages. She couldn’t blame the mailmen for not wanting to open the lid of a heavy-looking mysterious box just to leave her latest pantry tupperware from Amazon or Tim’s Razor of the Month club or whatever, despite the insistent sign. She tried to always be the one to bring the mail in so she wouldn’t have to listen to Tim rail about packages left on the ground. He worried about that kind of thing. He thought he was the kind of person important enough for someone to send Anthrax to in the mail.

She’d grabbed the envelope on her way out to get the mail from the box, and tossed it all onto the kitchen counter since Tim was out of town and not here to gripe at her for even briefly making a mess.

“It’s unfair of me to be so critical towards him,” she scolded herself as she looked in the fridge to see what the personal chef had left her for dinner. Tim had actually been very pleasant lately. He’d finally agreed they ought to redecorate the bedroom (as long as it stayed white and gray), praised the dinner she made on a day the chef didn’t come, greeted her with daiquiris after she’d been swimming and asked her about her day as he untied the strings of her bikini. 

Look, she knew those things shuffled over a low bar when listed out of context. But the context was that he’d been working hard and stressed for a while now. The latest acquisition was so close to signing and he was sweating it but the fact he was making an effort even in the midst of that meant a lot to her. It reassured her that once they were to the other side of this period of work, things were going to even out again. Tim would go back to being a bit less of a cranky asshole. She would go back to feeling less resentful, a little more charitable about the moodswings of her hard-working husband who was doing his best to succeed in a cutthroat industry. He wanted to make a name for himself beyond what his own father had accomplished. She admired that.

While the oven preheated, she flipped through the mail, mostly junk. When she got to the envelope though, she realized it was just addressed to Mrs. Birch, no mailing address, no stamp.

Her first thought was that a friend must have dropped something off for her, only to instantly consider it would be really weird for them to address it to Mrs. Birch. None of her friends called her that. 

A client? But she never gave her personal address to anyone she worked for, there was no need for it anyway, she just had things mailed to the office space she kept.

Maybe she had forgotten something somewhere? Her license would have her name and address on it, but the salutation of Mrs. would be odd because how would the person know she was married? Unless she dropped something and they googled her? Her address was supposed to be unlisted but people had ways of searching public records.

She tore the end of the envelope open and out tumbled a CD in a jewel case. Her brow furrowed. Certainly not something she owned and left somewhere. Nothing was printed on the CD. She checked inside the envelope for any evidence of marketing material and found a folded piece of paper with a printed sentence:

Your husband is not who you think he is. He’s a fucking asshole.

Grace’s blood ran cold. 

Tim’s involved with something bad. That felt like the immediate and obvious thing. Tim worked in business and he was constantly trying to get ahead, always working upstream and feeling behind. It made sense that he might have taken what looked like help in a moment of difficulty and wound up in over his head with something. Or someone. He could be short-sighted, she’d always secretly thought that about him.

“Oh god please don’t let it be something illegal,” she murmured, hand shaking as she turned the CD over in her hand. Just how bad could it be? Extortion? Money-laundering? Murder? No. No, Tim wasn’t capable of murdering someone, what a ridiculous thought.

But dirty business, with the confidence he wouldn’t be caught….?

The fact was that in the moment, at just one sentence prompt from a mysterious source, Grace’s trust in her husband tumbled like a tower of toothpicks. Instead of debating who would be out to malign her husband, Grace fretted whether this CD was safe for her to look at, or if simply by seeing whatever was on here, she might become an accomplice. What if he’d already done things to implicate her? 

Grace was not going to prison for Tim!

Her heart pounded in her chest so painfully she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She set the CD quickly down on the counter and backed away, already contemplating whether she ought to wipe her fingerprints off. But no, no, it would make sense she opened an envelope addressed to herself. It didn’t mean she’d committed any crime–

And this didn’t mean Tim had either! She leaned against the counter and pressed her hand to her forehead.

Fuck, I’m a bad wife.

This was Tim, for fuck’s sake. He could be an asshole, the anonymous sender was right about that, but it didn’t mean he was doing anything illegal or dangerous or immoral. Probably this was some business thing, some colleague of his pissed about a move he’d made and trying to undermine him starting at home. 

…But what if it wasn’t?!

Grace’s family had been in possession of significant money for several generations. Old money. 19th century American money funded by 18th century European money. She’d been raised with warnings and stories, not paranoia but awareness that sometimes the presence of money made people think you were an easy victim. Maybe Tim wasn’t the target here, maybe she was. 

She grabbed her phone and placed a call and after only a few rings heard her father’s deep voice over the line, greeting, “Grace? What’s up, honeybell?”

“Hi Daddy, there’s a thing… it’s making me nervous so I wanted to ask…” She trailed off, realizing immediately how stupid she sounded. She should have pulled her thoughts together before calling.

“What’s the matter now? Something is what?” She could tell he was distracted over the line. Mid-day like this, he was probably out golfing, or at least at a friend’s house for the afternoon. Her dad was a creature of habit, an introvert who’d carved his safe places out over the decades they’d lived in Winnetka, Illinois. His days were predictable. 

“Sorry, Dad, I just got spooked. Someone left a weird envelope at my house with a CD and–”

“Wait, who did what now?” he interrupted. Grace felt the shudder across her shoulders at that tone in her father’s voice, even knowing it wasn’t aimed at her. He’d been casual before but pulled himself into lawyer mode in only an instant.

“I’m just being silly,” she began. That’s what her mother would say. Calling her dad, interrupting his afternoon plans, because someone left a CD on her porch and she was freaked even though she didn’t even know what was on it.

“Someone left something on your porch? What did they leave?”

“I don’t know, a CD and a printed note that says, um…” She grimaced. “It says my husband isn’t who I think he is.”

The line was silent for a moment. Grace’s father had grown to love Tim. He’d be pissed at slander aimed her husband’s direction. He’d be furious about baseless accusations.  

“You know who sent it? You know what’s on it?”

“No,” Grace said. “I called you right away.”

“Is Tim there?”

“He’s out of town.”

“All right, Grace, don’t touch a thing. Call Alan. Don’t do anything until Alan is there.”

Grace nodded as if he could see her and mused, “I don’t know whether I should call Tim. Maybe he has an idea–”

“Do not call Tim,” he interrupted. “Only Alan. Don’t talk to anyone else. He’ll bring a secure computer over to look at what’s on the CD and after that I want you to check into a hotel until this gets figured out. This person knows where you live and that your husband isn’t home–”

“So you think it’s something bad?”

“Well you do, don’t you, sweetheart? Calling me sounding like you’re having a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry, I know I’m probably overreacting–”

“No such thing with our family.”

“But it’s not like Tim is actually a bad man. The CD is probably just… I don’t know. Something stupid. Someone’s just angry at him for something…”

Grace wanted to hear her dad agree that she was overreacting. His serious response escalated her fears. She’d wanted to be talked off the ledge and instead he was calling in a SWAT team and helicopter rescue.  

“Do as I say, Grace. Call Alan now and tell me when he’s there.”

Spooked, Grace did as he said. Within thirty minutes, Alan Theodorakos stood on her doorstep straightening his cuffs and adjusting his hair in the reflection of the one-sided mirror where a window used to be in the door. One of the family’s many lawyers, Alan had worked for Grace’s parents for many years before she moved to California; now, because of proximity, he’d served as Grace’s own legal counsel any time she’d needed it, even if just to oversee her affairs with specialized attorneys such as when she’d married and when they’d bought their house. Her father was a lawyer too, of course, but financial, and he never directly handled family matters himself anyway.

“Where is the CD?” he immediately asked when Grace welcomed him in. 

“I left it on the kitchen counter.” She showed him where the jewel case lay next to the printed note and the torn envelope, her name side up. Alan took a photo of all of it and Grace felt that tremor in her stomach again. If everyone was taking this so seriously, maybe she wasn’t taking it seriously enough!

Alan had with him a laptop, just as her dad had said he would. They made only the most polite small-talk as he set it up and, with gloves, removed the CD from the case and inserted it into the tray. Grace wrapped her arms around herself and paced back and forth, afraid to look, unable to look away. 

“It’s probably nothing,” she said to herself as much as to him. “I’m probably wasting your time, it’s just some disgruntled admin assistant or something…”

Alan didn’t have anything to say to that except, “Nothing is ever a waste of my time.” Because your family pays well, he didn’t need to say. Yes she’d wanted financial independence from her family, but legal counsel was one thing she let them fund, so sue me. Except don’t, please….

“It looks like there’s a video file,” Alan said, opening the CD. The filename was automated, generic. He double-clicked to pull it up and Grace held her breath, bracing herself for something. Perhaps her imagination was running away with her –this was very impractical, yes, when she usually prided herself on being a practical person– but her dad and Alan had her fearing the worst now. Kidnapping, torture, murder. At least a secret meeting discussing some money-laundering scheme that was going to land her in court for weeks defending her oblivious innocence as Tim’s spouse. I’m sorry, your honor, I’m a fool but I’m innocent.

“Let’s see,” Alan said and hit play.

And this was how Grace wound up watching a video of her husband fucking another woman while standing next to her father’s lawyer. 

Grace’s mouth hung open. Somehow she was shocked, even when the deepest part of her brain taunted her for being so surprised. It was recent; she saw the blue flower arrangement on the kitchen counter without even needing a time stamp. She didn’t recognize the woman, but she was young and beautiful and not Grace.

“I can stop the video,” Alan murmured, reaching forward but Grace brushed his hand away. She stared, eyes glued to the screen as her heart shattered. Or her mind. Something inside of her shattered.

Every criticism, every fight, every distracted dinner and missed date and complete lack of concern for anything she cared about flew in her face now. She’d loved Tim to distraction, even when he was unfair, even when he was unkind, even when he’d been a nobody before. And now he was doing this behind her back, as if she was nothing to him! In their own home! On her own fucking kitchen counter?! 

She wanted to scream. She wanted to sob. But her upbringing trained her better than that. She turned a tight-lipped grimace to Alan and said,

“It turns out this is a private affair.” Affair. Terrible choice of words.

“Indeed,” Alan nodded. “I can provide legal counsel however you’d like to proceed.”

“For now I just need discretion…” How would she like to proceed…. Grace couldn’t fucking answer that! She still was having a hard time processing that Tim was fucking around on her. Tim! Tim, who was so focused on work and deals and dollar signs that he barely had time for her anymore, much less…. Except apparently he did!

“What would you like me to say to your father?” Alan prodded. 

Grace grimaced. There was no good answer. Her father paid Alan’s bills but he was here as her legal counsel. But if Alan gave her father a non-answer, he’d be calling her up for direct answers within minutes.

“I’ll call him,” she said, just to buy herself time. What was she going to say? It’s a private matter between Tim and I. Might as well put up a sign on the front lawn that her husband was cheating on her. And to admit that to her family! She couldn’t. There were exactly zero divorces in her family. If there had ever been infidelity, she sure didn’t know about it. A marriage was for life, and it was her job to make this marriage worked, even in the face of infidelity, especially after she’d defended this relationship so hard in the face of her family’s early concerns. God, they were going to think she was worse than an idiot!

“Very well.” Alan packed the CD back into the jewel case to leave with her, took his laptop, and bid her good day. With another offer to provide whatever help she needed, he was gone.

Grace stood alone in her kitchen and tried to make sense of this. Tim cheating. Someone filming it from within her property. Someone sending it for her to find. Some explanation she needed to give her father. A very painful conversation she needed to have with Tim without any understanding yet of what she wanted to have happen. Did she want him to grovel and apologize? Did she want the shame of being divorced and cheated on? What would her family say if she left? What would her family say if she stayed?

Grace sank down to the mat in front of the sink and tried to cry but she just felt numb. This couldn’t be real. She’d so carefully managed her life up until now. She had thought Tim was right there in the seat next to her. What was happening?!

In a brief moment of gumption, Grace called her dad and, before he could say a word, blurted out, “It turns out it’s a private matter between Tim and I. I’d rather not talk about it yet. Please don’t tell anyone else yet.” It was an impossible thing to ask, but she decided she’d try. 

A pause had her heart in her throat. She felt like so much hung in the balance: would her father defend her dignity or her marriage?

“Why don’t you and Tim come for a visit? I’d like to spend an afternoon golfing with him, man to man.”

Her marriage.

Grace said a quick goodbye before any pained sobs could escape, let her face drop to her bent knees, and tried to squeeze the tears back in. Like everything else in her life, it seemed, she failed.

The days were long this week in a way Jungkook didn’t like, but he’d picked up the extra lifeguarding hours because he needed the money. Haewon needed textbooks and that shit was expensive so he’d told her to ask him instead of their parents and then demanded to know why she wanted to be a lawyer so bad anyway. Political Science. Boring as fuck, he couldn’t believe how much money they were paying for her to be a leech. She always screeched at him when he teased her about it. He just wanted to keep her humble, that’s why he teased.

It had been hot as balls on the beach that morning and he’d been stuck near the wharf which sucked swamp ass because you had to actually do stuff: namely, chase people away when they swam too close to the pillars. Which everyone wanted to do, because there was shade, and just blowing your whistle wasn’t enough because suddenly people “couldn’t hear you” and “didn’t know the whistle meant they were doing something wrong.” So you had to drag your ass all the way over to yell at them, and then by the time you got back up to your chair, some other fucker was doing the same thing. Didn’t they look at the surf and the giant immovable objects and realize how easily the ocean could bash their puny brains out?! But if there was anything Jungkook had learned about tourists and teenagers both, it was that they had poor respect for the ocean. You had to respect the ocean. She was older and more powerful than you. Unconcerned with whether you lived or died. Sexy of her but annoying for lifeguards. 

He only had two pool cleans on his schedule today, which meant an easier afternoon before band practice tonight, so he should still have energy to fight with Taro about how they shouldn’t add more 00s rock to their regular set just because they’d managed to come in second place in that competition. The first pool was an easy job, and the second was the one he both looked forward to and dreaded the most: The Birches. 

This time last week, he’d chickened out dropping the envelope off, only to go back and do it later that day when the guilt ate at him. Now he wished he’d waited until the end of the season in two weeks so he wouldn’t have to see them again for a while; while most people kept their heated pools running year-round here, the Birches closed theirs at the end of summer so he was almost free of them. He’d never understood why. It was heated and this was southern Cali. He’d be swimming in that baby 365 days a year. 

But he’d dropped the envelope and sprinted away and today would be the first opportunity to see if the bomb he dropped had done any damage. It gave him a nervous twitch, because what if he’d done the wrong thing? What if they knew it was him? 

What if he was going to get arrested as soon as he showed up?!

Still he went, because he wasn’t someone to turn away from an unpleasant task, no matter how scary. And he needed to get paid. Maybe nobody would be there again, like last week…

The garage was closed but he glimpsed three cars through the windows after he’d parked in the driveway –Mr. Birch hated that. Well Jungkook hated douchebags who cheated on their wives. And walking further to get to the pool than he had to after lifeguarding all morning. 

The missing car was Mr. Birch’s. Jungkook felt his skin tingle but ignored it, uninterested in nerves. Instead he prepared himself to knock on the back door, per usual, so Mrs. Birch would know he was here and unfortunately not accidentally walk out in revealing clothing–

Except Mrs. Birch was in the pool. In the pool. Jungkook froze like a bank burglar just inside the pool gate as her faked-blonde head surfaced from the water. Her eyes remained closed as she pushed her hair back, water droplets spraying as she panted for breath, emphasizing her collarbones and long neck. 

Fuck. Fuck! Red alert! 

Jungkook just stared as she grabbed the edge of the pool to hold herself steady as she swiped the water from her face. She looked tired, out of breath, like she’d been swimming hard for a while, not just lounging around for a dip.

Is she the swimmer then? Jungkook didn’t find it surprising at all to learn this about her but it made him happy, like this somehow confirmed she was the good person he’d always thought she was. Of course she was the swimmer. They both loved the water. And damn did she look good doing it, even just bobbing there as she pushed her hair back from her shoulders. 

White bathing suit.

Jesus Christ, Jungkook was going to hit the deck. His brain attempted to save him without thinking through the consequences: he cleared his throat. It was rude. It was out of line. It wasn’t at all what he’d meant to do but someone had pulled the fire alarm in his head and that was the result. 

Mrs. Birch spun quickly to face him, clearly started, and gasped, “Oh! Shit!”

The fantasy that hadn’t even begun to spin yet –that she had done this on purpose for him– died in its cradle. 

“I’m so sorry, is it– are you early?” she asked. Her bare face looked at him with such surprise and alarm that he actually felt too bad to ogle her the way he wanted to. 

“Ah, um… I don’t… think so,” he mumbled. Actually he was later than usual but he didn’t want to argue with her. “I can come back later?” He couldn’t, it was already late afternoon. Well, he could. He would! If she wanted him to.

“No no, I’m sorry, let me get out of your way.” 

He watched with a semi he’d deny to his grave as she gracefully swam to the ladder and pulled herself up like a fucking centerfold. It was a one piece, he realized with no disappointment because the cutouts at the side showed smooth waist and water streamed down her bare shoulderblades and exposed back– but fuck he couldn’t tell if the tattoo was there or not, the bottom rose too high over her ass. She almost caught him staring when she turned to wrap the towel she’d set on the lounge chair, except his brain had leapt immediately to nipple patrol–

Fuck! He didn’t get a good look as his brain caught up with his stare and he immediately averted his eyes, leaving her to cover herself with the towel not under his blown-out gaze. Shit! He was around hot chicks in bathings suits all the time! Why now did his brain decide to run away….

“I completely lost track of time. Um…” She paused and then gestured to the pool with one hand as if to tell him to carry on, then fled into the house.

Jungkook just stood there for a moment. He’d never seen Mrs. Birch –or anyone for that matter– in the pool before, though legend said they used it, at least for parties sometimes. He felt a sense of pride now to know she really did, and that she looked so damn good in it. He sauntered to the edge to survey his work and felt his satisfaction grow further at the confirmation that he kept this pool in good shape. It looked great right now. He wouldn’t have to do much today, clean the filters, maybe nothing else. Now he felt bad to have chased her off. He could have done that while she kept swimming. He wouldn’t mind. 

Damn. He was going to be thinking about this for a long time.

White bathing suit, huh? 

He grabbed the outdoor trash and some gloves to get to work on the filters, in the hopes he could wrap it up quickly and she could slide right back in. But just as he was finishing up, she reappeared from the house in loose lounge clothes with her hair piled up on top of her head and a bamboo tray with his drink and snacks in her hands.

“You didn’t have to,” he called to her, “I won’t be long today. Pool looks good. Are you using it a lot lately?”

Her head tilted as she set the tray down and asked, “Yes, I’ve been out here every day lately. You can tell?”

It was mostly a lie as he shrugged, “If you’re swimming a lot, the motion sends the detritus into the filters. If no one’s swimming, it sits on top.” Detritus. Haewon had used that word a couple weeks ago and he’d latched onto it because it sounded more professional than shit.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“Yeah?”

She glanced at the pool and he got the feeling something was bothering her. Which made sense, considering the whole bomb on her doorstep thing, now that his head had cleared enough to remember that. For a moment he thought she knew it was him and was going to ask him about it. Of course she’d figure it out, she seemed smart, or he’d missed something obvious in covering his tracks…

“Well I won’t bother you while you finish.”

“You’re not a bother,” he assured her. Her smile was small and didn’t reach her eyes as she turned to go. He reached for the drink out of obligation, because really he didn’t have anything more to do but he couldn’t just leave the things she’d brought for him sitting there. It felt unappreciative. Also it was free.

She must be hot in the long-sleeved lounge top, although the fabric was thin. The shorts rode high, showing off her thighs as she headed back towards the house. He realized she could see his reflection in the windows and squinted to look out over the pool as if he was lost in thought when she suddenly stopped walking, hand on the door. 

When she turned, arms sliding across to sort of hold herself, Jungkook felt that nervous flutter. Oh no. Busted staring at her ass. Caught. He felt like a kid again, he’d fucked up and it was time to get in trouble. He gave into the urgent need to have his hands full, so he popped open the bag of chips and shoveled a handful into his mouth as she came back.

“Hey,” she said, voice softer and less certain than he’d ever heard her before. Her whole body seemed to curl in on itself miserably, a far cry from the way she’d pushed up from the pool half an hour ago. “I just wanted to ask you– when you were here last time, did you happen to see anyone drop off something? On my front porch?”

His eyes went wide. He chomped down, accidentally getting his cheek too, and cursed as he pressed his finger to the outside of it. She just watched him and he realized with a burst of paranoia how fucking guilty he looked. He sucked at lying. He was terrible at lying, especially when he really was guilty as shit!

“Oh, um…” he fumbled, swallowing the Cheetos down and licking the residue off his finger. He licked his lips nervously, feeling like there was orange powder there too. “From back here? What package?” Playing stupid was better than outright lying, even if saying he’d seen someone else do it would probably do a better job of getting him out of the hot seat. 

She shifted her weight and chewed on the inside of her cheek, exactly where he’d just accidentally bitten on his own, and this similarity sent another wave of guilt rolling over him. He was lying to her. Fuck. Was he any better than Mr. Birch?! Shitothy Smirch? Eh, not his best work for taunting names….

“Ok, if you didn’t see anything… I just thought…” A cascade of emotions crossed her face, so raw and unpoised compared to the normally polite and neutral look she had with him, that Jungkook felt himself chipping further apart. She looked miserable, her face even redder than it had been just getting out of the pool. “Someone left an orange envelope for me,” she said. Fuck, were her eyes watering?!!? “I don’t know who but I’m trying to find out who so I can talk to them about it before–”

“It was me,” he blurted out as he suddenly realized how fucking scary this must be for her. “I left the envelope and I’m really sorry–”

He cut off as Mrs. Birch started to cry. Not quite burst into tears the way he might have expected, but she drew in a shaky breath and the tears he’d suspected managed to sneak out and she pressed her hands to her face.

The impulse to reach for her was hard to deny but he did. Obviously he couldn’t touch this woman he barely knew and whose marriage he’d just exposed as a sham. Plus he had Cheeto dust on his fingers and her clothes were light colored. He’d done enough already! It would be wrong! But it was hard to watch her upset and not comfort her.

“I’m sorry,” he said again in desperation. “I swear I’m not trying be a dick or anything, I just thought you should know.”

He saw her draw air in like strength and push her hands back through her hair, fortifying herself, before demanding with a strong expression that didn’t match the tears on her cheek, “So you filmed it and left an anonymous package on my porch?”

He pulled back, defenses instantly activated. Fuck. Had he misjudged? Had she already known? Did she not care? Fuck! All his friends had told him not to get involved but he’d wanted to be this hero and now he’d really fucked himself.

“I, uh, I thought you should know,” he stammered again. “But maybe you wouldn’t want anyone else to know? I wasn’t going to blackmail him or anything. It’s private for you so I didn’t want to blow up your spot–”

“But obviously someone knew, the person who took the video! And I didn’t know who it was until I watched the security footage and then I thought it was you but–”

“Ah I thought I had my hat on low enough…” he mumbled.

She gave him a baffled look and pointed out, “You still look and walk like yourself– but I didn’t know if I was wrong or who was filming from inside my backyard and it was just really scary…” She trailed off and suddenly sat down on the lounge chair, threatening to upend the bamboo tray. She covered her face again. She took another of those deep bracing breaths.

“Shit, I’m really sorry scared you,” he said, sinking onto the second one to face her.  “I just felt bad about it.”

“Why?! You weren’t fucking someone else in our–” She broke herself off and that spark of rage tossed him around another loop. He didn’t know her, he didn’t know her emotional processes, he didn’t know how she was handling this thing he’d opened her eyes too, and yet he felt unavoidably anchored here with her in this moment. How would he handle this in her shoes? He sure didn’t know, but he thought he’d do an even worse job of holding himself together.

“Yeah but I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought you should know your husband is a fucking piece of shit.” The words rolled out without any hesitation because he was.

But it brought Mrs. Birch up short. She looked shocked, as if she somehow hadn’t realized what the video showed, and for a moment he forgot she had just referenced it and worried she hadn’t actually watched and he’d just done exactly what he had hoped to avoid: verbally give her this news. Instead she blinked slowly at him. 

He meant to say sorry if that was too blunt but what actually came out was, “You deserve better than that.” He wasn’t actually sorry about that.

“Like you?”

“Wait, what?!” he cried, and jumped to his feet and stepped back so quickly he tripped on the lounger and fell onto his ass, tangled up in his own sandals. “No! I– what? I don’t have anything to do with this! I just–”

“I’m sorry,” she gasped this time, and covered her face again. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I just…”

He’d scraped his palm in the fall; she didn’t seem to have even noticed that he did something so fucking clownish. Everything was all fucked up right now, she was all fucked up he understood now. That’s why she seemed all over the place.  

“Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok. Look, I swear I don’t have any shitty motives.” He eased back onto the lounger, ignoring the burn of his hand. “I didn’t want to get involved with your personal business. I just couldn’t believe he’d do that to you and I didn’t think you’d believe me if I just told you so I… but yeah, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Her voice was barely a whisper as she lowered her hands, eyes on her knees, “I would have believed you.”

“Damn.” He stopped himself from saying more. But damn that was a bad marriage if you’d believe your poolguy that your husband was banging someone else without even providing proof. She must have already known then that she’d married an asshole. That made him both very happy (Mrs. Birch is not like him!) and very sad for her (Mrs. Birch is married to someone who doesn’t deserve her!)

Watching her struggle to compose herself was distressing. He wished she would just cry it out hard. She’d feel better and he’d feel better too. Instead it was like watching her hurt herself further trying to keep the tears locked in when they so obviously wanted to come out. 

“Who else did you show that video to?” she asked, gaze lifting to meet his. Her words sounded fiercer than her face looked, though her expression was still sort of scary. Sharp. “Or tell about… this?”

“No one,” he said, hoping a quick response would hide that it wasn’t entirely true. “Who would I tell? Why? I don’t even like knowing about it and I don’t know anyone who knows you–”

“You didn’t like upload it to the internet or– Reddit or something–”

“Fuck, no.” The goodwill he’d felt after she had said she’d have believed him evaporated and he felt as scummy as her cheating husband. “I don’t post that kind of shit anyway but even– I would never do that to you. Why would I do that–”

“I don’t know, for money, for clout, for revenge because Tim has been rude to you–”

Jungkook pushed to his feet as the heat rose in his cheeks, tingling up his neck. Apparently she’d believe him that her husband was cheating but not his own promise that he wasn’t blackmailing anyone. That she thought so lowly of him was the bullet through every last fantasy he’d harbored. No one had ever thought so badly of him as Mrs. Birch apparently did. Except maybe Mr. Birch.

“I said I wasn’t blackmailing,” Jungkook grumbled and turned to go because there was nothing else to say here.

Her hand suddenly on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks; she had leapt up and caught him quickly.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, it’s just… you wouldn’t be the first person who realized they could use something like this against my family.”

“Your family?” He made a face, ignoring the hiccup in his chest at her fingers curled against his arm. Just as quickly she let go. “I don’t know anything about your family and I don’t care. I just wanted to let you know in case you didn’t, that’s it.”

It was like she hadn’t heard a word he said and continued, “And just think about it from my perspective. This is a private matter that I want to handle privately.”

“Well I’m not telling anyone,” he huffed, frustrated by the ongoing accusations.

“Do you still have the video? Will you delete it in front of me?”

“I already deleted it,” he said, but still fished out his phone. “You think I wanted that on my phone? It’s in my trash.”

“Yeah but will you permanently delete it? Please? I’m sorry I insulted you, I’m just… stressed right now.”

He paused, phone unlocked, showing a picture of the beach behind his apps. It softened the edge of her accusation to be reminded that the inciting incident of all of this was learning that her husband was cheating on her and the pool tech knew. That sucked. From her perspective, if he was in her shoes, he’d be hurt and distrustful too. She was just upset. 

“I get it,” he told her. “No problem, you can watch me permanently delete it.” He opened up the ‘Recently Deleted’ folder on his phone as she leaned in to look, only for his stomach to cramp as he discovered just how many deleted selfies filled the rows ahead of the video. No dick pics thank fuck but still, it was embarrassing for her to see three rows of him posing in the bathroom without a shirt –he’d been trying to get a good one for his dating profile, ok?--, and he tried to cover them subtly with his fingers as he quickly tapped the video and then ‘Permanently Delete’ before it could begin to play. Too late did he realize how close she was standing, and that she smelled like something fresh and clean and mildly floral, and that her loose top had slid down her shoulder.

She pulled away and crossed her arms and nodded as she said, “Thank you.” She must have seen the photos but didn’t give any sign of it.

“Yeah, no problem.”

“I mean for telling me, too. I know it’s… awkward. It’s easier to mind your own business when it’s something uncomfortable but I’m glad that I know now. So thank you for telling me but now please forget that you know.”

“Yeah of course, I don’t know anything. I hope you get to keep your house in the divorce and I’ll keep the pool looking great.” He meant it as a joke, kind of. He was serious about it, but he hoped the tone shift could free them both from this moment that was even beyond awkward. Sustained emotionality wore him out. Guarding the wharf was easier than this for sure.

“I don’t know what I’m doing yet,” she said with utmost seriousness, with a shake of her head as if the idea was an annoying fly buzzing in her ear.

“Uh… what? How can you not know? The guy’s cheating on you, so leave his ass and wring him dry in the divorce,” he scoffed. As if he knew all about it! But it was just such an obvious next step, he couldn’t fathom she would do anything else. Good riddance to the fuckwad!

The effect on her was immediate: her hands dropped and she leaned away and got this scowl on her face that would have been sexy as hell if she hadn’t been almost defending that guy.

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple.”

“It’s not. Marriage is complicated, especially one like ours, it’s not always easy and–”

“Well he pissed on that marriage when he started fucking other people, didn’t he?”

“How dare you?” The sexiness evaporated from her glare as it hardened, as his own words caught up to him.

“Fuck, sorry, I know it’s not my business–” He held his hands up, choosing to apologize even though in his gut he wanted to say more. See? He was bad at this! He really just wanted to comfort her and instead he was fucking it up because he just couldn’t stand to hear her insist there was anything salvageable about that wad of snot.

“You’re right, it’s not. Thank you for telling me about what’s going on but that’s where your judgment ends. You don’t know anything about us or our life or–”

“You’re right, I don’t. I do know he’s a piece of shit though and that you deserve better.”

“And how many times have you been married, since you’re such an expert on marital conflict–”

“Zero times,” he answered. “But when I do get married, I sure won’t treat my wife the way that asshole treats you. You’ve been apologizing for his shit since I started cleaning your pool and I may be just the pool guy but I see all kinds of people and I know a piece of shit when I see one. Whatever you think is worth staying married to him for, you’re wrong. That’s all I know. So whatever, you can report me to my boss and I can have someone else come clean your pool now or whatever but yeah, you’re better off without him.”

“Well thank you for not leaving that sage wisdom in a cryptic package on my doorstep this time,” she snapped. 

Jungkook knew he’d gone too far. He’d stepped completely into their bullshit. He couldn’t help it! He was typically slow to erupt but good luck once he got going, and he was going now, because this was the 21st century and a woman didn’t need to stay with a fucker like that for anything! And to stand there and have her possibly saying thanks for telling me but I’m going to stay with him, I don’t mind him treating me like gum on his shoe– how was he supposed to silently endorse that! 

He was too worked up to think of anything to say back so he just said, “Yeah, you’re welcome. You deserve better.” It was a stupid thing to sound so angry saying. He’d think of something better int he shower later. 

“Why, because I give you snacks while you clean our pool? You don’t know anything about me or what kind of person I am, JK. Maybe I did deserve this.”

“No way.”

“But you don’t know!”

If he hadn’t already known it in his gut, he knew it was true now, as the anger on her face wavered and he saw, just for one brief moment, raw grief. For one moment she had that look that in the movies makes a guy take up his sword and march off to war or whatever. She looked like a vulnerable, hurting person, not some rich caricature of a human, and that was exactly why he had stepped into this so far and couldn’t even regret it even if he knew he was making an ass of himself.

Just as quickly it was mostly gone, all except a soft, downward turn of her mouth. She had color on her lips which struck Jungkook as a little strange to have put on after the pool but he supposed Mrs. Birch wanted to always be put together. It was not a helpful train of thought –I could undo her combined with but she’s so sad right now and trying to hide it, isn’t she?-- and he looked away. He didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t used to this kind of dramatic exchange. He didn’t have stamina for it. Usually if he was fighting with a woman he just let her say her peace and then she left and that was the end, there were only a few times he really got into it.

But telling Mrs. Birch she ought to divorce her husband was worth it.

“I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore,” she admitted with a deep, tired sigh. “I need to go. Thank you for bringing all of this to my attention, but please, forget everything.”

“You got it, boss,” he mumbled. It was awkward. He felt deflated now.

She wasn’t going to leave her husband. That’s what he’d just learned. And the idea that a good woman would stay with a shitty man just flooded him with despair. Romance was dead, marriage was a sham, and there was no justice. His dad had divorced his mom and there were even kids involved, so what did Mrs. Birch think made it so impossible for her? But he didn’t feel like saying that to her now. He felt like he’d just burned what minor threads had connected them, and maybe it had been necessary in order for her to know about her husband, but selfishly he wondered now if it had been worth it. If she wasn’t even going to leave him, maybe she wished Jungkook had just kept his mouth shut. Maybe he should have.

“JK, I…”

He’d never know what she was going to say because after a grimace rolled across her face, she turned and went inside. Leaving him to finish the job he was paid to do, cleaning the fucking pool.

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Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her.  On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips.  "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them.  It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible. 

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..." 

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin. 

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip. 

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body. 

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath. 

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

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[random-stories-and-stuff]

Agent smith

For Love

Requested: Nope

Warning: Brief mentions of killing someone

(First fic for Agent Smith, I hope you all like it and also, I made up a character named joker. He is not a real character from the movies, nor is he based off any character from the movies.)

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Truth be told being on the "bad" side of this war was obviously a problem. Especially when you used to be on Morpheus's side. Against the machine and all about good over evil. How could this have happened. Especially when Morpheus talked about such a glorious fight against the machine. But truth be told, you whole world only turned upside down when you met a certain agent. Agent smith to be exact. He had come to your work one day and had decided to ask you some question. It started very normal, everything seemed fine, until you begun to see more and more of this agent smith. You'd see him at the store, at the bus stop, at work in the lobby, And then the most shocking of all, your apartment building. Though truth be told he did seem off, but you just figured he was like that all the time and so were all the other agents you had seen.

Though sooner than later a man named Morpheus came into your life and had told you that if you took this or that pill your reality would change or stay the same. You didn't know what to do but unlike most people put in this position, you took the wrong pill. And some may say you decided against seeing the reality out of fear of the truth, but the real truth was because you had one person on your mind, Smith. It was wrong, you knew that but when you came home that night you walked into your living room to be met by smith himself. He was smiling slightly at you. "I take you know all about what just happened?" He nods his head and slowly takes his glasses off. "Yes, and we've known for a while that's he's been trying to contact you. I wanted to warn you about him, but it seems that that is irrelevant now that you declined his offer." You nod your head and place your jacket on the arm of the couch. You walked closer to the agent and looked him in the eyes. "Would you like to know why I declined?" He tilts his head to the side before speaking "Why?" "Because of you. I kept thinking about you. He talked about the machine and how the human rebellion has to stop it. But I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know you're a program, he warned me about you, but I don't care." You say looking down. His perfectly shined shoes reflecting back at you, and you could feel his cold stare at your head.

Being a program, he shouldn't have been able to do what he does, but somehow, he was. He wasn't like the other agents. He had talked to you about fighting against your own people and how if you did it would help the machine and you would be rewarded greatly. Of course, you could hear bullshit, even a program couldn't make that sound good. But agent smith knew how to make it sound good. You had already agreed to help but he made sure to seal the deal. He had already broken his own code by talking to you in a way that humans did. He had gone on walks with you and even sat in your living room talking to you about your boring day. He broke it even more by kissing you one day. Very abruptly and out of nowhere. After he just looked at you. The flush on your cheeks and neck were evident. "I suppose I did that correctly. I've been reading that a good way to show affection for someone would be to kiss them." You nodded at him and leaned in to kiss him again. You smiled at him and went back to what you were doing before.

The day you officially became one of the machines allies, was the day you had been given the task of killing a fellow human. You didn't want to do it at all, giving information was good enough but they needed you to prove your dedication to the machine. And for smith, you'd do it a hundred times over. So, when you met a human nicknamed joker. You had been told that he was very tricky and that he usually got away. So, initially he had no idea who you were. The agents had set you up in an apartment building to bait him in thinking there was an escape. When he barged through the door and went straight to the phone you walked out. At first, he thought you were on his team and when he wasn't expecting it you pulled your gun and shot him in the head. It was sudden. And when the phone rang you picked it up. The first thing your heard was Morpheus. And then Trinity yelling at you practically screaming and crying. "You should have warned your people about me. Didn't you see this coming? Oh, and tell Trinity I said hi." You say as you hang up the phone and pull it out of the wall.

Truth be told, the target on your back was almost nonexistent till now. The amount of trouble you have now was almost enough to kill you. But when you have so many agents protecting you and the fact that you were a human on the machines side, was even better. You were trained harder, faster, better than some of the offspring that came out of Morpheus's training. And if it meant you could keep Smith forever, you'd kill as many of them as you needed too.

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(Hope you enjoyed!)

[yanderechuu]

Shower Thoughts

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[3.2K]

Summary: Momo wasn’t as trustable as you had presumed.

Warning: Larceny, nonconsensual touching, masturbation

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You used to spend roughly ten minutes in the shower, only ever needing to soak your body in the water, apply shampoo and body wash before rinsing all the foam of products from your skin and scalp. Shower thoughts simply consisted of the day’s agenda or any special occurrence that had happened the past week, never really drifting off to existential questions and dark notions that would keep you from leaving the bathroom later than usual. You neither necessarily liked taking a shower nor did you dread it, as to you it was only ever a mandatory routine of the day which you handled with a neutral mind.

But now, ten minutes were already a slow thirty, and majority of the time you bothered not to move your arms to make work of your hair, or lather your skin with soap as you normally would do had it not been for the questions plaguing your mind like how your classmates would terrorize your time and space.

Right, your classmates - who would spend every hour of the day with you as if they didn’t have anything better to do. As if you were an important subject of matter next to hero training. You never appreciated it, because from the start, you did not want to have anything do to with them. They smothered and coddled you as if air wasn’t that important to you, disregarding the way you felt about personal space, how it was very significant to you. Rare were the moments of peace as a few of them were always by your side, ‘ensuring your safety’ as they would like to quote it. Why ensure your safety? You had not been a prominent figure in the sports festival, neither did you have a quirk that could be of great utility for the villains unlike Bakugou or Tokoyami. You weren’t a problem child, either. Their justification of following you around like you were some sort of high-maintenance prisoner made no sturdy sense to you.

“There’s this new package of green tea my mother had sent me this week! Would you like to try it, (y/n)?”

“Sure.”

But if you had to choose among your classmates one whom you would tolerate for the following years you’d be in U.A., that would be Yaoyorozu Momo. She was kind and considerate, often determining your feelings before you could voice it out (not that you really had the courage to, most of the time). She was organized and pristine and never had you met someone more befitting for the definition of ‘mom friend’ than her. She was perfect in nearly every way, and even though you’d have the occasional pang of jealousy at some times her perfectionism was displayed (gender envy, isn’t it, (y/n)?), she never seemed to bear mal intent, so you would let the emotions slide. You’d see the galaxy in her eyes if you would stare long enough. Her tea was best substitute for coffee, too.

You never considered her more than a very great friend, though, and to her, that was a problem.

As you sauntered your way over to your dorm with her, you shuffled your bag to take your room key buried in the side pockets. “I’ll go down in a while, but you better make sure you’re in the common room before me.”

You wouldn’t allow your classmates to take advantage of your lone self simply because Momo wasn’t there to fend them off.

“Mhm! Lemon green tea as usual, correct?”

“Yeah. Thanks again, YaoMomo.”

Your use of sotto voce tone on her nickname gave a pleasant shiver down her spine; her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head had she not restrained herself. Having been always kept to yourself, you never felt the need to adjust your volume for others to hear properly, so oftentimes your voice came out in a whisper - not that she minded, of course. You sounded more sensual that way.

“Are you going to take a while or will I have to brew tea right away?”

“Training was more strenuous than usual, and my muscles can’t seem to relax,” you explained, “so I’m going to take a quick shower.”

From your peripheral vision as you were focused on your bag to fish out the key, you saw Momo’s jaw slack upon hearing your plan to take a bath. It was odd, but you didn’t give particular attention to it when you finally took out your desired item. You failed to notice the way she abruptly settled her gaze on the key, inspecting it as if she was deliberating its shape, form, and material, and installing it to memory.

“Oh- oh!” She exclaimed. “I do remember having some body wash that help soothe muscle strains and body aches. I can hand them to you if you want.”

You shook your head, smiling lightly. “You’re too kind, YaoMomo. But I think just hot water will do for me.”

She watched as you opened the door to your room, giving her one more smile before disappearing inside and locking the door with a distinct click. As soon as you did so, she pulled the sleeve of her wrist up, developing with her body lipids a key the exact copy of the one you had held.

You certainly lied when you had said you were going to take a ‘quick’ shower. Already ten minutes into it did you only decide to sleek yourself with liquid body soap, initially absentmindedly rubbing it on your body, before you gradually got rougher with your movements and soon you found yourself scuffing your own flesh with vehement motion.

They were excessively touchy again, your classmates. Denki got too close to your face while delivering a pick-up line that made you wish you didn’t exist in order to hear it, and upon nearing you did Bakugou pull you away from him, cursing at him to buzz off. He took his time feeling up your waist - the part he used to grab you - while at it. During lunch, as you were once again coerced into joining his group to the cafeteria, Izuku refused to let go of your hand as you walked, and Uraraka as adamant with hugging you by the hips with one arm. It was what girlfriends did, she said, and you were not entirely sure whether or not she referred to that word romantically.

And if not, then did girlfriends also normally touch the parts of which you did not want to be touched on? You felt, clear as day, a bare hand resting on your thigh when you sat on your usual spot, dangerously close to lifting your skirt for everyone to see, and when you gave Hagakure’s faceless face a questioning look, she asked you what was wrong. Her uniform sleeve was literally floating on top of your lap, and still she had the gall to pretend as if she was not touching you with lacking consent. 

 You were not safe from Shoto, either, when he offered to readjust your uniform tie and you were in no place to decline (you had the right to, but they just stripped you off of it), his breath hitching in ecstasy as his fingers brushed your chest; he was, audaciously enough, not hiding his bliss. Then he rubbed your shoulders to ‘warm you up,’ when all he really intended to do was motivate his own fantasy that you were his and he was simply scenting you like some fucking alpha to his omega.

You turned no blind eye to their gesticulations. You never once found it endearing, and wished they would stop with whatever the hell this was called, because you were quite sure this was past the border of molestation and could already be rendered a form of bullying.

But not once did you consider the possibility of having a class obsessed with your quaint self.

So you supposed that until you’d find a way to deduce their idiosyncratic actions and tendencies then you would have to make do with your own bathroom as your safe space. Momo was the only classmate you could confide to, so at least she was there.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see the other side of her coin.

Because as she was just right outside your bathroom door, obsessively taking in every bit of item you owned inside your dorm room like a madman, you were left with the impression that she was all you could ever ask for in a friend. You didn’t know how she was not any better than the rest of your classmates, adoring your very existence to the extent of insanity; how she’d crave for you so often and so terribly that she’d feel herself clench when you do so much as merely spare her a glance. And you had done that a lot today - she would have to relieve herself for it.

She spotted the heap of clothes right by your bed; it became apparent that you had stripped yourself off of it before entering the bathroom and taking a shower. Walking towards it, a portion of your seamless underwear came to view, and she resisted the urge to render into a mound of horniness in order to pick it up and inspect it closely.

It was a lighter color of (s/c). A plain, simple, modest undergarment item, still it evoked a particular feeling on the bottom center of Momo’s hips. The heat came rushing along her midriff and instigated the muscle of her legs to falter, and as soon as she felt it, a hand of hers drifted past her skirt, feeling up the slick accumulated on the fabric of her own panties only with the knowledge that your panties were currently in her possession. She needed release, but you were nearly finished with your bath, and she was still inside your room.

You walked out of the shower the moment she shut the door of your bedroom. You saw it closed, but you didn’t catch the culprit.

This unnerved you to no end. Undoubtedly, you thought, this had to be one of your classmates. Who else was it supposed to be? Aizawa-sensei (...)? You had yet to know their ultimatum, but you were sure this occurrence was another one of their schemes. You had assumed that all their weird, unappreciated antics were just to get you to socialize with them, but now you didn’t understand why it had gotten to the point of entering your room without permission.

You couldn’t keep this to yourself.

So you planned to bring it up to Momo, a representative of your class and someone whom you deemed trustable enough to share it with. Quickly, you dressed into your casual indoor attire, and rushed outside your room to head to the kitchen, where you presumed she’d be in the process of making your tea. But she wasn’t there.

Instead, she was in her own room, your panties muzzled right into her face and her own fingers buried deeply inside her cunt.

“Oh- oh, god- Ah! (Y/n)!”

Oh god, your panties. Oh god, your panties. The object most intimate to your parts of intimacy, soaking every bit of womanly secretion from your genitalia. Of all the masturbation sessions she had done to the thought of you, this was the hottest. She wasn’t quite sure whether to imagine your cunt on her lips in a position of mutual cunnilingus or your fingers thrusting into her in place of hers. She wanted both.

A whine slipped past her lips. To think that moments ago, she was in the same space as you were nude. Oh, to join you in the bathroom, doing inenarrable things to each other with the use of the showerhead. To touch your skin selfishly rather than only watch as she would do during class hours.

She came with a squeal, falling face-down to bite the duvet of her large bed. Gone in her hazy mind was her promise to you of lemon green tea, and as she still basked in the pathological euphoria of getting off, you were in the common room, anxiously waiting for her return.

But just as you had expected, someone was bound to spot you alone and take this as an opportunity to be with you, and they just so happened to be-

Oh. Aoyama.

He offered you a slice of cheese with his usual grin before settling down a few feet beside you, enough to leave you be in your personal bubble. You gave him occasional glances, unwrapping the cheese from its casing and he just sat there, eating his. He was alright, you guessed - another tolerable classmate of yours next to Momo. Perhaps it was because you used to always be alone in the classroom with him during break time that you were at ease with his presence. Or maybe he just seemed so gay and that, for some reason, comforted you. One gay presence could comfort another lol.

“It’s delicious.” Your comment came out inadvertently.

“Oui. Only the best quality for the best person.” He flaunted.

You weren’t exactly sure whether he was referring to you or to himself, but you paid little attention to that as the cheese was certainly delicious; you were not lying.

“It’s odd how your chose to take a bath at this time of the day.” He spoke.

You stopped chewing.

He meant to refer to your damp hair, but having just suspected your class of breaking and entering your room, you thought otherwise.

“I-” You choked on the cheese, ending up needing to gulp it like liquid content instead of breaking it down to fit your throat. 

Immediately, he sprang up in concern, stepping over to you to gently thump you on the back. “Are you alright?”

“No- I mean- I just-!” You wheezed, occasionally having to clear your throat. You swatted his hand away from you; you hadn’t meant to appear rude, but you did. You stood up in a rush. “L-look, I have to go.”

“Don’t you want to drink water?”

“I’m- fine,”

With your words, you took off from the common room area and headed back to your room. There were two sets of emotions that mixed to form the bile in your throat. One was wrath and humiliation upon the discovery of Aoyama’s actions. The other was betrayal and confusion from Momo’s absence when she had said she’d be brewing tea for you, and it wasn’t the tea that disheartened you. She knew of your issue with the class, and if she were busy, couldn’t she have texted you a heads-up?

She shouldn’t be surprised when at the next time she saw you, you interacted with her less. Your intention to distance yourself from her was most prominent, and it didn’t help that your classmates took notice of this, because now they were taking advantage of the situation, tagging you along with them in spite of your futile attempts to decline now that Momo was nowhere to tell them off. When she’d talk to you, you would answer, though your voice was back to speaking to her like she was a stranger. 

Resentment was stronger than ruing the lack of intimacy between you two. It was as if she had received your panties in exchange for the time she’d be spending with you, oddly enough. After much deliberation, she came to realize that this was your little ‘tantrum’ after not being able to meet with her the other day. 

It was pretty cute, she thought, that you’d try and make her acknowledge the fault on her part by ignoring her.

You didn’t walk with her back to dorms as per usual that dismissal. Instead, just like what you had used to do before finding consolation in her, you walked alone, accomplishing being able to avoid your classmates as you did. By the time she reached the dorms, you were in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water to satiate your throat. She took a hold of your wrist before you went back to your room.

“(Y/n),” she pleaded, “tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked at her with a reluctant expression. Perhaps you should. After the short while that you had been hanging out with her, her presence turned into something you came to miss. You wanted her back, but not in the way she wanted you.

“I-it’s just,” you stammered out, “y-you know how I feel being alone in the common room without you. I... I’m not comfortable with our classmates when you’re not around.” She took pride in this. “I don’t take it lightly how you left me alone the other day...”

Your voice faltered out the longer you spoke.

So she was correct; you were certainly having your little ‘tantrum.’ With a guilty smile, she left your wrist to hold your hand tenderly, and suddenly it dawned upon you the feeling of whenever Bakugou held your waist, Shoto nuzzled his face on your neck or Izuku invaded your personal space.

Fear and apprehension.

Before you could preach your objection to whatever she had planned ahead for you, she dragged you along with her and you both reached her dorm room before you could comprehend where she was taking you. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She said, making you sit on her large bed.

Then she proceeded to make you tea, boiling water with an electric kettle situated on top of her study desk; there also laid a tea set next to her three books, which you assumed were those of which would aid her in the utility of her quirk, like encyclopedias. Beside those was a piece of cloth, unfolded, unkept - a (s/c)-colored silk fabric.

Your face drained of color.

She pushed the books towards the cloth, completely obscuring it from your view and leaving the table disorganized. You knew Momo, neat and orderly as much as possible; she wouldn’t do that without reason.

Now that you thought about it, the same day someone had barged in your room, your underwear had been missing from your set of laundry garments. You spent the next whole day actively avoiding Aoyama, thinking he was the culprit to this felony. At the present moment you were reconsidering your allegation.

“U-um, Momo, I need to go-”

“Here!”

She yelled it so giddily, so uncharacteristically, as she pushed the cup of tea towards your way. How she did so was very quick that you had not the time to take it properly, and steaming liquid fell to your décolletage, past the cotton of your uniform and streaming down the valley of your breasts. It was a moist mess. She loved every bit of it.

“Oh! Oh, my bad. I’ll- I’ll clean you up!” She exclaimed, all flushed and excited.

You didn’t find it in you to push her back when she began to do exactly what she had said, taking your blazer off, loosening your school tie and unbuttoning the dress shirt underneath, only ever being able to stare at her with eyes that evinced betrayal, because it slowly occurred to you that she was satiating her own selfish obsession with you all under the ruse of maintaining a decent friendship. 

“(Y/n),” She breathed out, “I adore you.”

She was no different than the rest of your classmates, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

[improbable-outset]

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

TK x gn!Reader (Did try to make the genitals as neutral as I could)

Word count: 1.3k

TW and CW: Smut, PIV sex, fingering, pet names. No use of Y/N (I’m sorry I just don’t prefer using it 😭I replace it with a lot of nicknames and pet names instead) MINORS DNI!!! This fandom should be 18+ only anyways

Y0urb0yfriend Masterlist | AO3 | Heyyyyy!!

Summary: Nothing is better than a quick fuck in the morning before you start your day.

A/N: Phew, haven’t posted a fanfic on this for a while now, I’ve only been updating a MadCom series I’m writing which is only available on my AO3. This is my first y0ur b0yfriend fanfic I am writing. I am basing TK on fanart that I’ve seen on twitter (AMAB TK). Here’s some food for you. Some fan art inspo here and here.

Dearly beloved,

If this love only exist in my dreams,

don’t wake me up.

Every so often, you made it a routine to clean your bed sheets and comforters just like any other normal person would do. It was a big task, pulling the heavy sheet, dumping it in the washing machine and hanging it on the washing line for it to thoroughly dry before use. Doing it often can be exhausting but the results were always worth it.

Waking up to that familiar fresh smell of the fabric conditioner would always be the perfect start to your day. Adding to the list of perfect mornings was feeling your partner's arm enveloping you in their sleep while radiating their warmth. Both of these combined were everything and more.

You turned your body so you were now facing TK; watching as they inhaled, chest rising and falling and listening to their soft snores in deep slumber. Their hair was tied but it was still messy from sleep. You ran your hand over their bare chest, lightly tracing the bite marks that were imprinted on their skin with your own marks on you to match - a visual evidence of your intimate love for each other.

Shortly after, they stirred as they gradually opened their eyes. “Morning, love,” TK’s morning voice vibrated through their embrace and gave you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” Their hand ran through your hair while lightly scratching your scalp. You relaxed in their touch, sighing from their gentleness. It was enough to lull you back to sleep if they didn’t abruptly stop their movement after they noticed the time on the nightstand clock. “Come on, let’s get up,”

Oh right, we still have to go to work.

Their arms slowly loosened from you as they shifted their form away from you. Just when they were about to get up, you immediately grasped their arm, stopping them from moving anymore.

“Don’t leave me. 5 more minutes in bed, please?” you pouted.

“We’re gonna be late for work if we stay longer in bed, darling,”

“Let’s make it later then,” you flashed a mischievous grin. You were already tugging their arm, signalling them to return come back to bed. They could never refuse a few extra minutes of cuddles, just feeling that skin to skin body warmth was just too irresistible to refuse. What’s even better was you both were still bare from the night before. They gave in and laid back down beside you, wrapping their arms around you again.

You shuffled closer and wrapped your outer leg around theirs. Not too much time passed until you found TK’s eyes were closed and relaxed. You kept your eyes locked on their expression. You were still a little aggravated despite the long night you had. You shouldn't be doing this but you really couldn't resist. Just one time. Very lightly, you rolled your hips up to their crotch. As expected, there was no reaction. You did it again, a little harder this time. You noticed their brows furrowed but other than that, nothing much. You did it again, pressing a little firmer now.

“What are you doing?” They knew exactly what you were doing. You bit your lip when you noticed their cock growing hard.

“Up for another round, hmm?” You hummed. TK opened their eyes, now fully awake and alert.

“I thought you’d be tired of me after last night,” they joked.

“I’ll never grow tired of you,”

“So needy, huh?”

They loosened their grip on you but instead of getting up, they positioned themselves so they were now over you, arms resting to your side to get better look at you and easy access to your sex. They started from your neck, leaving kisses and licking your bare skin, tracing over the bite marks with their tongue. You tossed your arms up and hooked them around their neck, lacing through their soft hair. Simultaneously, TK’s hand reached down to your lower area until they could feel your aroused sex. They started toying with it, pressing a little firm around your hole until they slipped a finger in. You whine as they start to slowly pump in and out of your heated hole. Oh, they just know how to work their fingers. They stuck another digit and your whines turned into messy moans, all focus on them and them only. TK was pleased with your state that they got you into.

“You make the prettiest sounds when I do this, love,” they smiled coyly, watching as you coiled and arched your back from desperation. Watching you react to their touches like this was one of their favourite thing - it was exciting and they could feel their cock slightly twitching from you.

“Oh TK, I need you in me please,” you cried, still squirming from their touch. TK pulled their fingers out of your dripping hole, now wet from your fluids.

“It’s a good thing a brought some spare condoms with me,”

All you could do now was watch in anticipation as they snagged the last condom on the nightstand and tore it with their teeth. Your senses were going haywire from the overload of dopamine, even the plastic crinkling was amplified which didn’t help with your thinning patience. They put the condom on, ensuring it was secure before they continued. Once that was done they shuffled closer to you again. They positioned your legs on their shoulders to get the best angle to hit that one spot in you that they knew would always drive you mad.

You felt them sink inside you, your hole was already a little stretched from being penetrated numerous times before. Your walls fluttered around their cock, almost welcoming it back in again. TK was quick to start rolling his hips in and out of you, keeping a steady rhythem. The sun was pearing trough the blinds and reflecting off their hazel eyes. It was breathtaking.

You moaned out TK’s name in adoration as you were lost in the blissful moment. The friction from their cock was just amazing - the pace and angle were just right. “I’ll never hmm get tired of this ah-” you were cut off with another moan as you felt a jerky thrust in you again, hitting the same spot over and over again.

Their pace was starting to stutter and their face was in full concentration as they focused on chasing their climax. It was adorable watching them like this, a mess even though you were already falling apart yourself.

“Bloody hell sweetheart hmm you’ll… be the death hah of me, you know that?” they gritted through their pleasure groans.

“Come on sweetheart,” you huffed, lifting their head so they had no choice but to look at you, “let it all out, look at me when you’re coming for me,”

Finally, they unravelled, gripping onto the bed sheet beside you as their movement became more sloppy and uneven. They collapsed on you but were careful not to crush you. The fabric conditioner scent was now mixed with the fresh smell of sex and you were infatuated by it.

“Mmh, alright there love?” They lifted their head from the crook of your neck to look at you. The loose strands of their hair were sticking to their slightly sweaty face, but you still found it attractive. You hummed in response to their previous question, still in awe. They pulled out from your hole and watched them peeled the cum filled comdom from their cock. After doing so they disposed it in the waste bin under the bed. They climbed off the bed and strectched, nude in full display for you.

“Coffee?”

“Always! But let’s take a shower first, yeah?”

[the-force-awakens]

''i don't have anyone anymore.'' ''you have me.'' with poe?

gender neutral reader; nothing romantic happening in this one besides some crushing. hurt/comfort, discussions about having to heavily mask while in an unfriendly environment with unaccepting friends/family prior to the resistance. autistic!reader, and autistic!poe bc yes.

The Resistance was everything you hoped it would be. On paper, it was a paramilitary organization that surveyed First Order activities, working in between the lines to help those the New Republic had turned their backs on, and desperately trying to prove to an increasingly ignorant Senate that the First Order was a legitimate threat. 

In reality, it was a paramilitary organization held together with space tape. There were only 400 members, give or take, and everyone knew each other — not just from living on D'Qar together, but from the past as well. Most were former government employees who'd followed Leia, or pilots who deserted the Defense Fleet when it had abandoned them and their morals. Then there were the veterans from the Alliance who'd already fought in a war together, and knew the parents of the next generation they were now fighting alongside. 

It meant that the Resistance felt more like a family than anything else, and they'd welcomed you with open arms.

You'd been reserved at first, afraid to drop your guard or be yourself after so many years of masking or having to watch what you said. Maybe that was why after speaking with you for a few minutes, General Organa had Poe Dameron give you a grand tour of the base.

Or perhaps it had just been logical, since you'd wound up with the bunk next to his.

Either way, you were grateful for it because he'd made you feel a little more at ease, despite the fact that he made your heart skip a beat the first time you saw him properly — he was unfairly handsome and you're not responsible for the first thought that flitted through your mind when he held his hand out and introduced himself. 

But it hasn't been easy, either. It's been a month now since you made the decision to leave Hosnian Prime, move away from your family and all but cut ties with them to join the Resistance, and that choice weighs heavily now on you. 

There are a lot of good spots on base to hide when you don't want to be found, but one of the lesser used hangars towards the encroaching treeline you've found to be the best: so when your thoughts become a little too much to handle, you go there.

When you arrive, however, it becomes clear that it is not empty as it normally is. Instead, when you step inside the darkened hangar, there's a lantern glowing softly underneath a grimy looking X-Wing: but it does nothing to light up the room by comparison to the shower of sparks that abruptly soars across the space.

The miniature explosion is followed up with a series of swears and panicked beeps, and your medic instincts kick in before you know what's happening, rounding the frame of the starfighter to find Poe Dameron on the other side of it, face covered in soot and grease. 

“Maybe we should've found something else to do, buddy,” he muses morosely to his droid who beeps an affirmative, before lighting up when he spots you. "Hey, stardust. Whatcha doing?”

You come to a stop, stride faltering over the softness of his tone and the usage of a nickname. Were you really at the place of your friendship (did it count as a friendship? You thought of Poe as a friend, probably, but you hadn't really known each other a long time either) that nicknames were a thing?

"I heard…” you gesture helplessly at the X-Wing and then at Poe. "I thought maybe someone had gotten hurt.” 

"Nope! Nobody hurt. Well, maybe my dignity's a little wounded but I think anyone on base would be happy to tell you I don't have a lot of that left.” Poe pulls out a rag from his pocket to clean his hands of the grease on them, still smiling at you. 

“Well, you don't look very dignified right now,” you admit with a small laugh, reaching for the cloth. "Can I? You've got some…”

"All over my face?” Poe guesses, handing the rag over. You snort, and it's not a pleasant noise at all, but it makes his smile tick impossibly higher.

"Little bit.” You confirm, stepping closer into his space. You have to stand up on your tiptoes in order to gently wipe his face clean, and it takes a lot of mental energy to ignore the way his dark eyes are studying you carefully, how you can feel how warm his body is, and the slight shadow gathering around his jaw — never mind the rosy-pink of his lips.

"It wasn't that loud. The X-Wing, I mean. How'd you hear it all the way out on the tarmac?” 

You pause where you'd been carefully and lightly scrubbing some grease off the thin skin under his eye, your own flicking up to meet his. Instinctually, you start to go for a lie, but it's - becoming harder to come up with covers for your actions when there really hasn't been a need to lately. 

So instead, you swallow thickly and fall back on your heels, twisting the rag between your fingers. “I like coming here to clear my head sometimes. There's usually sentries up on the top of the bunkers so - this is a good alternative.”

For the first time this evening, Poe's smile tightens a little. He steps a little bit closer, taps the side of your temple. "What's going on up here, then?”

You press your lips together, the truth lodged in your throat and begging to be released. It's never been easy for you to just talk, to say what you're feeling or to explain what's wrong.

But something about Poe makes you want to try, makes it easier. Maybe it's because you know no matter how long it takes you to articulate something, he'll be waiting to listen.

"It's been a month since I left Hosnian Prime,” you begin to explain. “And I keep thinking about…everything I left behind, how much happier I am here with the Resistance, and what that means about the life I had before.”

"What does it mean?”

You lower your gaze from Poe, if only because your eyes begin to sting. “That I was never going to be happy there with them, and…now that I'm starting to get an idea of who I am without them, the thought of going back - of going back to who I was pretending to be - scares the kriff out of me. But what's scarier is that I don't have anyone anymore.” No friends, no family, none that would ever accept you exactly as you are without complaints or disappointment. 

Before you can comprehend the sound of his boot scuffing against the duracrete, Poe's nudging your chin so you'll look up at him, standing closer than he was before and cupping your elbow with his other hand. “You have me. Alright? You're not alone, and you don't ever have to be that person again, not if you don't want to.”

You lick your lips and nod once, ask hoarsely, "What if I end up not liking who I really am? Or whoever all of this makes me become?”

“Then I'll be here to remind you of how great you are, just like you'll be there to patch me up everytime I do something reckless and foolish.” 

You huff a laugh at that, shoving the rag at Poe's chest, but you're buoyed by his words and his vow, the shadows that had been chasing you since you woke that morning finally being extinguished by the ray of sunshine that is Commander Poe Dameron and his huge heart. 

And when his eyes crinkle a bit at the corners as he takes the cloth from you, pulling his hands away from you to fiddle with it like you had been, you soften and say, "Thank you…flyboy.”

Poe lifts his head incrementally at your own new nickname for him, surprise being quickly overtaken by a stomach flipping crooked grin. “Always. Now, is there any chance I can get your medical opinion on this X-Wing?”

"I think it's beyond saving unless you happen to actually be a mechanic, Dameron, which neither of us are. And in my medical opinion, I think you should move away from a ship that's already tried to set you on fire once tonight.”

But Poe's already getting down onto the ground to inspect it from underneath. “Where's the fun in that? You can stay if you want to make sure nothing else goes boom.”

Then he disappears under the frame of the X-Wing, leaving you to share a glance with BB-8. When you cave and settle down into a lotus position on the ground just beside the starfighter, it's only out of sheer concern for your friend and not an excuse to keep talking to him until the early hours of the morning. 

Definitely not that.

[randomshyperson]

Attraction and Reaction - Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - Part 2

Prompt based “ WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice)" > Link for part One

Notes: Some people asked me to write a part 2 of this one, and i took me a while but I finally did it. Nobody specified whether they wanted part two for the smut or for the story so I put a little of both.

Warnings>  18+, Smut, language, mentions of past abuse.

Words:  6.243 (Complete)

Marks (I keep forgetting to put this but hope people don’t hate me haha) > @mionemymind​ @wandamaximoffpuppy​

AO3 (Complete / Two Parts)

Maybe you guys had been in the room for a long time.

But you didn't care about the time as you had Wanda riding on your face, and you were licking and sucking her, while she moaned loudly with her mouth open as she forced her hips down and held on to the headboard.

- Fuck! Right there. - She said breathlessly - Don't stop.

A few strokes later and she came apart in your mouth, for the fourth time in a row. The taste only seemed to get better.

And then she was throwing herself on the bed trying to normalize her breathing, and you leaned over to rest your head on her belly while your fingers trailed up her thigh.

But a knock at the door caught your attention next.

- Wanda, is everything all right? - That was Bucky on the other end. - I made dinner, I was wondering if you would like some.

- No, Bucky, thank you. - Wanda shouted back a moment later, disguising her current state well. You let out a giggle, and ran your fingers down her skin, penetrating her pussy afterwards, and she bit back a sigh.

- That's fine. Do you know where Y/N is? I haven't seen her since this morning, and she's not in her room. - He then said and you chuckled softly, as Wanda held back a moan at having you inside her.

- No. - She answered half breathlessly, and forced herself to sound less affected in the next sentence. - I have no idea.

But then you began to rotate your finger against her clit and she sank her face into the bed, gasping for breath. It took a moment, then Bucky spoke again.

- You guys are fucking, aren't you?

- Trying to! - you retorted impatiently, beginning to kiss Wanda's skin.

You can hear Bucky let out a chuckle before his footsteps move away. But your attention was focused on Wanda, coming on your fingers again.

- Fuck. - She mumbled breathlessly, running her hands through her hair. - I don't think I can go on. - She commented with a smile, her gaze lazing on you.

You smiled as you lifted your face to meet hers, and kissed her slowly and sensually, but she really looked tired, even though her hips moved toward you.

- Get some sleep, dear. - You whispered to her, trying not to be startled by how easily the nickname slipped out of your mouth. Wanda smiled, closing her eyes. When her breathing became deep, you pulled back the blankets to cover her naked body, then stood up.

You picked up your clothes from the floor, and when you finished dressing, you left the room.

Bucky was reading something when you entered the room, and you went around the counter to get some coffee.

- Sorry for getting in the way of your conflict resolution. - He said ironically, his eyes still on the paper. You giggled.

- No problem, Barnes. - You replied before taking a sip of coffee.

You walked over to the couch where Bucky was sitting and looked curiously at the papers on the table as you sat down in the armchair next to him.

- What are you working on anyway? - you asked, crossing your legs. Bucky let out a sigh.

- On you guys, actually. - He said, and you frowned in confusion. But he didn't look angry, just busy. - Steve worries that the team works as a whole. He asked me to study your training results and try to find a way to solve your problems.

- I think that's been taken care of. - You sneer, but Bucky keeps a serious expression.

- Sex doesn't solve your problems. - He says and you blink in surprise. - It's just an escape valve.

You laugh ruefully, putting your coffee cup on the table.

- What are you talking about? Wanda and I just needed to vent our anger somehow. There is nothing to work out.

Bucky shook his head in denial, placing the pages he had in his hand on the table.

- Look, do you remember how it used to be with me and Sam? - He asked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding in agreement.

- We're not like....

- Listen first. - he asked with a smile, and you sighed, nodding. - Sam and I used to fight because we couldn't accept the nature of our relationship. - He explains. - And we both looked up to Steve and wanted him to be proud of us. And then we would fight to see who got his attention.

- That's very gay. - You comment humorously and Bucky chuckles lightly before continuing.

- The relevant thing is that when Sam and I first started having sex, we weren't communicating. - He says and you blink in surprise. - Angry sex is no substitute for conversation. It took a while, but we managed to talk about how we really felt, and now we are doing just fine. 

You sighed thoughtfully, leaning your back against the chair as you entwined your hands in your lap.

- I don't know what to tell you, comrade. - You say. - I have no quarrel with Wanda. We're fine. 

Bucky looked at you for a few seconds, and then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his papers. You began to think that you were repeating that things were fine for yourself and not for him.

//-//

Everything was fine.

The day after the events of the past morning and afternoon, you only met Wanda over breakfast. She smiled and waved you good morning, and you did the same.

And when you two got up to leave the dishes in the sink, she enjoyed being put on the countertop while you stayed on your knees with your head between her legs. Or at least you understood that she did, when she came in your mouth and moaned your name.

Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.

Bucky requested another therapy session with you two, and at the moment you were sitting in an armchair facing Wanda in an empty room, waiting for the soldier.

You were trying not to let your mind wander to the image of the redhead squirming with pleasure beneath you as you looked at her but you were failing miserably.

You cleared your throat, looking away and then Bucky entered, apologizing for the delay and saying that the rest of the team should be back in the tower soon.

- Can we try talking today, girls? - He said as he sat down, and you crossed your arms, shrugging. Wanda twiddled her fingers slightly. - I'd like to try the questions again.

You and Wanda exchanged a look before nodding, and Bucky smiled, pulling his small notepad from his pocket and reading briefly before speaking.

- Y/N let's start with you today. - He says. - Can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You bite your lip.

- The way she moans my name.

Bucky blinks in surprise and discomfort but lets out a giggle, Wanda blushes softly looking away.

- Great, we've gone from immense hatred to unrestrained horniness. - He wryly chuckles. - Please girls, let's try to make this work.

You let out a sigh, getting thoughtful for a moment. 

- All right, Bucky. - You say. - I... I like how caring Wanda always is.

Wanda blinks in surprise, and Bucky looks happy. 

- That's nice. - He comments with a smile. - And you Wanda, can you tell us what you like about Y/N?

Wanda looks at you for a moment, and then looks away from you to Bucky.

- I like how protective she is of everyone here. - She confesses and you look at her attentively. - Even with me, and even when we are fighting, when we are in the field, she cares about everyone.

You swallow dryly as you look away from Wanda, wanting to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

- That's great, girls. - Bucky comments and you almost forget that he was there. - I would like to ask how this conflict started.

And then you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Because you remember it so well. Clearing your throat, you stand up.

- I don't want to do this anymore. - You say, looking at Bucky, who looks very surprised. He closes his notepad, but before he can say anything, Wanda says.

- So you're just going to run away again?

- Yeah, Wanda, I'm just going to run away. - You retort angrily as you move your feet out of the room, slamming the door on your way out.

//-//

You had been training for a few hours, your muscles ached and your body begged for a rest, but you kept punching the bag in front of you.

- Someone is angry. - sneered Natasha as you entered the gym. You blinked in surprise.

- I didn't know you were back. - You retorted without stopping your punching.

And then Natasha was climbing onto the mat, smiling at you.

- A little bird told me that you resolved your conflicts in the best possible way. - She teased, coming closer and tapping your fists to make you stop. You sighed breathlessly, your body reacting immediately to the lack of movement.

- I don't want to talk about it. - You retorted as you took off your boxing gloves, and walked away. 

- I figured as much. - She said, following you around the gym as you left the ring and looked for a bottle of water. - But you need it, so we''ll talk.

You let out an impatient grumble, and then Nat was touching your shoulder and you turned away abruptly.

- No. - You warned with clenched fists, but Nat was not intimidated.

- I know what happened to you. - She said and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to control the boiling anger rising in your chest. - I know because I saw the red room when she was in my head. But you have to understand that Wanda is on our side now and…

- I know that! - you retorted angrily. - I know that she's just a victim in this whole thing, okay? I just... I don't... - You paused, trying to normalize your breathing, and control your tears. - I haven't seen my family in twenty years. And I don't think about them, I can't remember their faces. I wasn't ready to see them that day, and I can hardly breathe when I remember. I just need time.

- You can't take out on Wanda the anger you had for them. - Nat replies seriously, and you sigh, sitting down on the bench next to you, your face buried in your hands.

- I know. - You say. - I just... God, she is probably the only person who knows everything. I wasn't ready to tell anyone, or deal with it alone, and she just came in and she just knows everything.

Nat sat down next to you and put her hand on your thigh.

- You need to talk to someone about this. - She said. - Not with me, not with Wanda. With a professional who can help you.

You nod, squeezing her hand. 

- I know. - You say with a sad smile. - I will, I just... It all seems so recent.

- You've been burying your traumas pretty well, that's all. - She jokes, and you laugh weakly.

You stood for a moment in silence before standing up. Nat let go of your hand to give your shoulder a squeeze before she left the gym. You sighed, deciding that you should call that contact Sam had told you about.

//-//

When you returned to your room, you had an appointment. You went into the shower, and took too long, trying to calm your nerves under the hot water. 

And then you were startled to get out and find Wanda waiting for you.

- I want to talk to you. - She declared as soon as you came out of the bathroom, sitting on your bed.

You let out a sigh, moving toward your closet. You didn't mind being naked in front of Wanda, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. And then you threw the towel on the bed and put on a loose T-shirt.

- You can talk. - You retorted, turning to her, and bit your lip when you noticed Wanda's gaze and flushed cheeks. - Earth to Wanda? 

Wanda grumbled at your teasing and looked away, you smiled as you picked up the towel from the bed to take it to dry off.

- I don't know what's bothering you. - She says after a moment, and you swallow the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. - But I've talked to Bucky, and he doesn't think it's healthy for us to continue with, well, whatever it is, before you can talk about your feelings.

You hang up your towel and then turn to Wanda with an impassive face.

- Okay, then. Good night. - You tell her sharply, and Wanda blinks in confusion.

- That's all you're going to say? - she asks incredulously, and you let out a dry laugh.

- You're the one who came here to say that you don't want us to happen anymore. 

- I didn't say that.

- What difference does it make? - You retort. - It's not going anywhere anyway.

Your statement leaves your mouth bitter, and Wanda stares at you for a long second before turning and leaving the room. You feel your body boil with anger, but you're tired. So you just throw yourself on the bed and hope to sleep soon.

//-//

Your fights with Wanda stop, mostly because you just don't talk to each other anymore. But Bucky seems to accept this as progress, and releases you from the sessions. And then you are seeing the psychologist that Sam recommended, and things are getting better for you.

She asks about your family, and teaches you to control your anger attacks with breathing exercises and focus. It is enough for weeks, until you have to really face your memories as you use Tony's technology to remember what your parents did to you. Of how they gave you your abilities. 

It is suffocating, and painful, but you survive. And it feels good to breathe normally again. 

You want to ignore the feeling that there is something missing, mainly because you believed that once you were healing, you wouldn't think about Wanda anymore. But now that the anger is gone, you just miss her.

Many weeks after your discussion, you are in the Caribbean, trying to investigate an abandoned Hydra base, and you have Wanda as an exploration partner.

- Did you find anything? - you asked as you two walked together into yet another empty room of an abandoned compound. Wanda was going through some drawers, going through their contents.

- Nothing that Tony hasn't already hacked. - She said, and then you turned around when you heard a noise at the door behind you. Raising your pistol in the direction of the sound, you let out an exclamation of surprise when the door suddenly opened, and a man jumped at you. Clearly a soldier, judging by his clothing. You fought back his blows, and were ready to fight, but Wanda simply used her magic to throw him across the room and he blacked out. You looked at her, and she shrugged. - Sorry, did I step on your moment?

- That sentence is mine. - You heard Natasha's voice interrupt, probably joining you as soon as she heard the sound of conflict. You shook your head, laughing lightly as you stood up. - I'm taking our friend in for interrogation, so finish up here. - She said before dragging the man across the room and out. You were dusting off your clothes as you walked toward Wanda.

- Since we can't find anything around here, I guess we can go. - You grumble, and then let out an exclamation of discomfort, which attracts the attention of Wanda, who raises her eyes in your direction.

- Are you all right? - She asked, coming closer and raising her hands to where you were pressing yours, above your shoulder.

- Yes. - You retorted with mild surprise at her concern. - It was just the impact. 

You watched as Wanda's eyes ran quickly to your mouth, and you felt your heart race in anticipation. 

- Okay, then. - She grumbled, lowering her hands and placing them behind her back, looking everywhere but at you. You bit your lip, bringing your bodies closer together, as Wanda attempted to move away, but slammed her back against a cabinet, and let out a gasp.

- Are you nervous? - you ask quietly as you approach, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall out of rhythm. - I just want to thank you for helping me in the fight. - You whisper as you lift a finger to caress her cheek, Wanda holds her breath. Then you let your mouth come up to her ear. - Thank you, Wanda. You've been a good girl.

Wanda closes her eyes tightly, and her hips thrust forward. You smile smugly, as you turn your face to kiss her deeply. She moans against your tongue, and you push your body against her, pressing her into the cabinets.

Your hands move down her thighs, and as you kiss her hard, you push up the fabric of her skirt, and let your fingers run over her skin.  When you push the fabric of her panties aside and penetrate her, she breaks the kiss with a loud moan, and you sigh as you feel her all wet.

- Wanda, you're dripping, baby. - You whisper against her lips as you move your fingers across her swollen clitoris. - How long have you been waiting for me to touch you?

Wanda whimpers, burying her head in your neck. You swallow dryly, trying not to be carried away by the feeling of having her so hot, and concentrate on keeping the movements steady. And then you pull out of her only to insert another finger, and she bites your shoulder.

She is making delicious sounds as her hips push against your fingers, and you want to kiss her again, so you use your free hand to hold her neck and make her look at you. Wanda gasps in surprise, but matches your tongue in her mouth, moaning against you.

A moment later, she begins to quiver in spasms against you, whimpering as she tries to stand upright. You take your hand from her neck to hold her waist and keep her steady as you increase the speed of your fingers, and then Wanda comes, a loud moan with her mouth open as she digs her nails into your arm.

- What the hell is taking you guys so long? - You hear Steve's question on your communicator, and let out an impatient grumble. 

- We're coming. - You say raising your hand to the device in your ear and look at Wanda trying to normalize her breathing. - Wanda already did actually.

Wanda slaps your arm as you laugh lightly, but Steve doesn't seem to understand. And then you are hurrying out of the room. You like it when she kisses you deeply on the stairs, before you join the team.

//-//

When you all return home, Steve requests a meeting with you. After showering and putting on comfortable clothes, you go to the room where he is waiting.

- Hey, Y/N, what's up? - he asks, sitting in one of the chairs. You smile, nodding.

- Why did you want to talk to me? - You ask, and he lets out a chuckle at your impatience.

- I'd like to know how your appointments have been. - he says after a moment. - You have shown progress in your training. And it's been over two months since you've had any anger episodes.

You shift the weight on your feet, slightly embarrassed.

- It's all right, I guess. - You say. - I've learned to deal with things in a healthier way.

- I'm glad to hear that. - He smiles, and then he hesitates for the next second. - And how is your relationship with Wanda?

- We don't have a relationship. - You retorted snidely, your heart racing slightly. But Steve let out a little laugh.

- Bucky told me that you two have found a way to resolve your conflicts. - He said, getting up. - And you two are not fighting anymore.

- That's what you wanted, isn't it? - You say impatiently and Steve frowns at your hostility. - I don't know what else you want us to do.

- What's going on anyway? - he asks tenderly. - You seem upset about something.

You let out a humorless laugh, running your hands through your hair.

- I am great! Fucking spectacular. - You retort impatiently.

- Y/N...

- Can I go now, Rogers? - You interrupt and he sighs, nodding, and you turn, quickly leaving the room.

As you are crossing the hallway, you bump into Wanda. She looks at you in surprise, ready to apologize, but then you are moving forward and kissing her hard.

Wanda sighs, responding as you press her to the wall. But you slow the kiss and let your foreheads rest against each other.

- I'm sorry. - You say breathlessly. - I can't keep doing this.

And then you pull away, and Wanda calls out to you as you walk away, trying to breathe. 

//-//

Wanda catches up with you outside. You are trying not to punch anything, while focusing on your breathing. 

- Why won't you talk to me? - she shouts as she reaches you. - Tell me what's going on.

You let out a dry laugh, and turn sharply and walk toward her.

- Do you want to know what is going on? Great! - you retort angrily. - This is all happening because of you!

Wanda has a confused expression when you stop in front of her. 

- If you had just stayed out of my head, I would be fine! - You accuse angrily, but don't let her interrupt. - And if you'd stayed out of my bed, I wouldn't be in love with you!

You sigh breathlessly as you sit on the floor, your face wet with tears. Wanda is in shock, and remains standing. You feel terrible.

- Damn it, Wanda, I'm sorry! - you mumble, wiping away your tears, trying to remember your breathing exercises. - It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm being an idiot.

- You are in love with me? - She repeats, staring straight ahead without moving. She seems to be talking more to herself than to you. You let out a humorless laugh.

- Yeah, I... I have been for a while actually. - You tell. - I guess I didn't want it to be true.

But then Wanda is kneeling beside you, and she looks at you with watery eyes. 

- You are a stubborn idiot. - She says, laughing lightly, and you frown. But then she moves in and kisses you on the mouth, and you think nothing more of it. When she separates your mouths, she's as breathless as you are. - We'll make it work, okay? I'm in love with you too.

You smile, and then you are hugging each other. It takes a moment for the rest of the team to get to you two.

- Does this mean we will now hear them having sex instead of fighting? - Tony comments wryly, and you watch as Wanda raises her fingers and casts magic at him that pushes him back slightly.

You laugh, letting your happiness replace your anger completely.

[writing-in-april]

Kid.

Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Summary: Reader can’t get Poe to stop calling her kid so she’s tries a new method of getting him to stop.

A/N: Hey guys!!! Here’s my sixth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April— I had a really fun time writing this all out lol- I feel like it’s very telling when reading this what I like lol 😂 I hope y’all enjoy it and I’m always looking for feedback or really anything my followers want to talk about- you can send me an ask here- I’d love to hear from y’all 🥰

Warnings: 18+, Age Gap (never specified specifically how large it is), Reader overreacts just a bit, Sub Poe, Smut, Hate fucking, Dry fucking, Oral sex (M receiving), Choking, Edging, Unprotected sex, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.4K

Your nerves were alight with frustration and annoyance, your jaw clenched tight enough to give you a small pressure headache. Poe seemed to always know exactly how to push your buttons perfectly. He knew- he knew how you felt about the nickname he had chosen for you. You didn’t know why he continued to call you that, maybe it was just to push your buttons because he thought it was funny or worse because he actually thought of you as inferior to him.

Despite your arguing thoughts trying to tell you that Poe is only doing this to get under your skin, you couldn’t help but get angry every time he said it. You knew he respected all of the younger pilots, maybe he just thought you weren’t as skilled- even though he had complimented your flying skills many times.

You had asked him not to use the nickname over a million times it seemed. It boiled your blood to hear it, making you feel like he didn’t respect you fully because you were somewhat younger than him.

“Hey Kid!” He shouted out as you retreated away from him in pure anger. It didn’t really matter what you had been arguing about, your anger boiled over as soon as you heard the nickname out of his mouth.

You had both just returned from a mission together along with the rest of your squadron that Poe commanded. You were exhausted and Poe just had to get under your nerves at the prime time.

Stomping from the hangar all the way to your rooms was somewhat of a long walk, you encountered people but you brushed them off as quickly as you could. There was no doubt that Poe was hot on your heels, probably in an attempt to make amends. Though every time he promised that he wouldn’t say it again- he of course broke that promise.

Both of your rooms were in the exact same hallway on base, one reserved for upper personnel. If he cared to acknowledge it he’d notice that you’re not the kid he claims that you are, you’re upper personal for fucks sake. You stomped off down the hallway not caring if he followed you or not, you’d just shut the door in his face if he tried to continue.

He did in fact follow you as you suspected, not for the purpose of going to his own room right next to yours. He followed you to continue the argument.

“Come on don’t walk away I just want to talk!” You scoffed, he didn’t want to talk, he wanted to argue. Paying him no mind you pressed the key card in far too hard to woosh open the door to your room.

Somehow Poe managed to scoot in through the door frame just as you were going to close it. Your fists clenched in anger, not wanting to turn to look at him as it would only make the fire in your belly rage more.

“Well- Kid you gonna tell me why you stomped away from me?” He was hunched over breathing heavily from chasing you down. You wanted to stomp your foot in indignation over frustration due to the fact that he absolutely did know why you had stomped away from him. You whipped around to face him finally, annoyed that he was in your room now- just another thing to add to the list of grievances.

“Stop calling me Kid!” He chuckled in response to your fury, just like he always did, acting like your anger was completely unreasonable. Maybe it was, but you were tired of him going against what you had specifically requested.

He was about to retort after he finished chuckling, his mouth opening in a way that was obviously going to become a sassy remark.

You grabbed the front of his flight suit in anger and pushed him onto the cot you slept on every night. Anger was radiating through you, with no intention of abating, you needed to get rid of it somehow.

Instead of screaming like you normally would have you did something you never thought you’d have the guts to do, you kissed him. The kiss wasn’t filled with sweetness, it was hot, heavy, and full of your frustration. He definitely tried to overpower the kiss, yet eventually accepted defeat- maybe for the first time in his life.

“Do you want this? I won’t be gentle.” You asked while holding the front of his flight suit, bringing his face close to yours and holding eye contact. He nodded with a gulp and you released your grip on his orange suit. Nonchalantly you then asked while moving to close the door to your room, “What’s your safe word?”

“I use the color system.” You nodded in confirmation, coming back after shutting the door so you could escape prying eyes. When you moved to straddle his hips you could see his eyes darken further, pupils blown wide in lust.

To start your journey to ruining him you rested your still clothed center to rest right over his growing bulge. Starting with slow light movements seemed to frustrate him, you didn’t care. He wanted to contest your dominance over him, but not too much as he did not move to touch you, waiting for your permission. The only time he allowed himself to move was when you captured his lips into a bruising kiss, bringing his face up to meet yours by your fingers tangled into his inky curls.

He whimpered underneath you as you ground your hips harder into his bulge. There were still many layers of clothing you had yet to take off, you could still firmly feel how hard he was through them all. He tried to reach up to grab your hips, but you didn’t let him get very far. Instead of letting him touch you you took both of his hands and pinned them above his head.

“Maybe I would let you touch me if you behaved.” The sneer in your voice made Poe flinch away and whimper again, though he did not say anything. You then tried to goad him into speaking, “Are you going to apologize to me?”

Despite his pathetic little whimpers that showed you his submission to you he still refused to budge. His head shook back and forth, telling you no to your request. In response to his refusal you scoffed and didn’t give him the satisfaction of a stinging retort for now. Instead you started to grind into him harder with a faster pace that had him close to falling apart in his flight suit.

When you could feel him starting to approach his release, his cock twitching in the flight suit, your movements stopped abruptly. You had to remove one of your hands from where you had them pinned on the cot to slap it over his mouth when a broken cry that would have been too loud tried to escape.

You chuckled darkly at his desperate look, his eyes watering a little, “If you would just apologize I would let you finish.”

He tried to make a noise, but underneath the pressure of your hand it barely made a sound. When I removed my hand his bratty attitude re-emerged, “I won’t apologize.”

His indignation made your jaw tick, he must have been looking for a punishment at this point. It was now your job to make sure you gave him one that he wouldn’t enjoy, otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment.

You released his hands so you could begin to undress him, his flight suit had a small wet spot on it from his precum. It made you wonder how soaked his boxers were underneath. They were just as wet as you expected. You run your fingers around the spot, making his hips buck a little which you stopped by pushing them down with your other hand.

When you then peeled his boxers off of him along with his flight suit you decided to give him a taste of what he wanted, planning on ripping it away again just as he was about to finish.

You shuffled your body down his until your mouth was resting over his cock, it looked painful to you. Flushed a deep red with precum leaking down his shaft and was hot and heavy in your hands. You didn’t have any plans on letting him finish anytime soon, you couldn’t imagine he could stand it much longer before breaking and giving you an apology.

His fingers twitched at his side when you blew cool air onto his length, you sneered again, “If you touch me I’ll stop.”

He did follow that direction at least, leaving his hands by his side and fisting the sheets. As a slight reward or even more of a punishment from a different perspective you let him feel your mouth around him. Suckling the tip slightly made his toes curl, but he still did not say anything. Maybe he would be harder to break then you thought.

You began to work on him with more effort, using your mouth and hands wrapped around his length to send him close to the edge again.

“Please!” He begged as you took him as far back into your throat as you could, gagging a little each time it hit the back of your throat.

You pulled off him for a second to answer his plea, “You know what to say if you want to cum.”

His head flopped back at your words and a groan of frustration came out. You worked him up to the edge two more times- he still wouldn’t break even when you were goading him while sucking on his balls and stroking his cock.

You were absolutely soaked, your own arousal getting frustrating. Damn him and his stubbornness you thought. Fuck it- maybe he’d break when he was finally inside you.

In your anger you ripped the zipper of your flight suit as you tore it off of your own body. You weren’t looking forward to explaining why you needed a new one to Leia tomorrow. For now you were focused on getting rid of the ache between your thighs while punishing Poe further.

A collective groan came out of the two of you as you sunk down on his cock slowly. You were so wet from just the anticipation that you could have taken him perhaps a bit faster, but the wrecked look on his face was even better. You relished in his desperation as you began to create a steady pace, still not as fast as he probably wanted you to go. He did follow at least one of your rules, keeping his hands fisted in his sheets. It made his knuckles lighten from how hard he was gripping them, showing how desperate he was to not let you win.

He was nearing his breaking point, you were sure of that. His whimpers had gotten even higher pitched when you started to swivel your hips in a certain way. Tears were also prickling at the corners of his eyes almost spilling down his tanned cheeks that were slick with sweat. He still had some fight in him though apparently, he was resilient as steel.

“Go faster- Kid.” Oh- he definitely knew what he was doing. He stoked your anger on purpose, finding it funny that you got so riled up over a simple nickname.

In your anger your hand then wrapped around his throat and with each bounce you spoke to punctuate your point, “Don’t.” “Call.” “Me.” “Kid.”

His legs were shaking hard underneath you, thoroughly overwhelmed by your all encompassing touch. You had complete control over him and his finish. His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to finally apologize but couldn’t get the words out. Deciding to tease him further and test his limits a bit by saying, “Are you finally going to apologize?”

There was a slight pause in conversation while you continued to keep your pace going, waiting patiently for a response. Your own orgasm was beginning to rise within you. You could finish now, torturing him even further by feeling you spasm around him in pleasure, but you wanted to finish together if possible so you tried to be as patient as possible. Just when you were about to prompt him again he finally found the words you had been looking for.

“Yes! I- I won’t callll you kid again, I’m sorry!” The apology that you had been waiting for was so broken that it took you a second for you to understand what he had said. Your hips slowed their movements for a moment to then lean forward while tightening the hold you had on his neck slighting. You dragged your tongue from the bottom of his neck to the bottom of his ear before then whispering into his ear, “Thank you, you can cum now- and touch me.”

You clenched around him when his hands gripped your hips hard, using them as leverage to begin to thrust into you hard. Your own orgasm washed over you when after the last few thrusts he rubbed your clit before filling you.

After you had both rode out your releases you slumped forward onto Poe, trying to catch your breath. His fingers moved to slowly trace up your spine, which helped relax you.

“Hopefully I won’t have to teach you a lesson about what nicknames you can use on me again.” You breathed out with a chuckle, moving your own hand to trace his skin.

“I don’t know- I kinda liked the lesson you taught me.” A cheeky smirk was most definitely on his face as he said those words, which made you lightly tap his shoulder.

You clenched around his softening cock that was still inside you as retaliation, causing him to groan. You started to roll your hips at a languid pace, just so you could hear his whimpers again, this time from being still slightly sensitive from his first release. His cock was becoming hard inside you again, almost ready to go for a second round, “Do I need to teach you another lesson?”

You did have to admit though that the nickname was growing on you, not that you were going to tell Poe that anytime soon.

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The Tale of Dipper Pines

Set between chapter 13 and 14 of Not What He Seems.

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The Tale of Dipper Pines

Through the centuries Dipper had told many people about his origins. Friends, reincarnated family, so many Mizars... It still felt like a risk, though. Not because of Thomas himself – he’d proven his trustworthiness enough – but some knowledge was dangerous to have. Dipper knew to what extremes some people would go to get a shot at binding Alcor the Dreambender. They wouldn’t balk at extracting his true name from a normal human, no matter the resistance said human would put up.

Of course Dipper was pretty experienced with protecting the people who knew his secrets – ignoring some recent failures on that front – and he wanted Thomas to know. Despite all the demon stuff that made up his current existence, Dipper Pines was still a huge part of him, after all.

The silence in the demonology lab had lasted a bit too long.

“Tyrone? You don’t have to tell me anything,” Thomas said, and jumped off the workbench he’d been sitting on. His expression had been a mix between wary and curious, but now shifted to resigned. “Let’s just go home –“

“No, no, I’m thinking,” Dipper interrupted him. “I usually give this speech to Mizar. It’s a long story, I’m figuring out where to start.”

“Hopefully not with ‘congrats, you’re Mizar’," Thomas joked, "because that would not be a fun surprise at this point.”

“Right,” Dipper said. Where to start? It was easier to tell Mizar, because she'd been there, in a way. How had he told others? Might as well just jump in. “The first thing you need to know is that I wasn’t always a demon.”

Thomas abruptly sat back down on the bench.

“I started out as just a run-of-the-mill human, and my name was Dipper Pines.”

“Dip-“ Thomas cut himself off, shaking his head, as if the name itself was too dangerous to speak out loud. “You mean that Pines?”

“The one and only.”

“ Evergreen ,” Thomas said, with sudden understanding. “I get it now. Very clever. But where does the name Tyrone come from?”

“It’s a great name.”

“An improvement on Dipper, I suppose. Er. Sorry.”

“That was actually a nickname that stuck. You see, I actually have this weird birthmark where I keep my third eye these days -”

Thomas slouched down on the bench in sudden relief. One of the jars with summoning supplies got knocked over and was ignored. “Oh Stars, good, if it’s just your nickname -“

“It’s my true name too,” Dipper said. “You know how it works, it depends. A birth name isn’t always True. No one ever called me Mason, why should that be me?”

“Mason? Wow.”

“Mason and Mabel. My twin sister. She was the original Mizar. And I know she’s still around, her soul at least – but I miss her.” The deal he’d made with Elisha might help a little, he hoped. Still, even if the current Mizar decided to let him into her life… he’d still miss her. He’d always miss his sister. “I can’t expect every reincarnation to be the same. They’re all Mizar. But they’re not all Mabel .”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said, quietly. “Living forever can’t be easy.”

“Yeah,” Dipper said. A beat of silence, and he shook himself. “But I feel like we’re getting off topic here. Let me start from the beginning. Remember, this was before the Transcendence happened. So magic and preternaturals were still just rumours and stories, you only had humans around. At least, outside of Gravity Falls.”

“Right. You said you used to be human ,” Thomas said. He shifted on the bench, apparently not even noticing he just put his hand into the spilled ogre mucus. “Is that a demon thing or a you thing? Are all demons human originally, or – how does that even work?“

“If you let me finish my story without interrupting every sentence, you’ll find out.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Dipper took a breath he didn’t need. “I was a normal twelve-year old, with a twin sister, Mabel. One summer our parents shipped us up north to a sleepy town called Gravity Falls, to stay at our great-uncle's place in the woods…”

Of course some interruptions were inevitable.

“I’m sorry, you fought gnomes with leaf blowers?”

“One my sister had repurposed as a kissing machine. Don’t – don’t ask.”

“A giant mechanical sea monster? You’re joking.”

“Without using any magic, by the way.”

“What was that inventor trying to accomplish anyway?”

“Who knows, it’s McGucket, he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Brilliant inventor though.”

“You were children. Fighting another child. With illegal magic.”

“It wasn’t illegal at that point.”

“Where were all the adults in this equation? Couldn’t you have gone to someone for help? Your uncle? The authorities?”

“At that point we didn’t know if Grunkle Stan would believe us. And all the adults in Gravity Falls were a tad strange. Not sure if it’s because of living in a weirdness bubble or if years of exposure to mind-erasing technology just does that to a person – but I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“Wait wait wait. How did you appease those ghosts?”

“… you heard me.”

“No, I think I really need a demonstration. To picture this. Not for blackmail purposes or anything.”

“Thomas, I’m willing to make a lot of deals with you, but the Lamby Lamby Dance is out of your budget.”

“But it sounds so adorable.”

“Ugh.”

“You cloned yourself to seduce a girl. And you didn’t expect this to end badly?”

“I was twelve, okay. And they were magic photocopies, not real clones. The boy band were clones.”

“Did it ever work out with that girl?”

“… no. Not during that summer, and afterwards – there were other things to worry about.”

“Time travel. Sure. Two children messed with the very fabric of time to win over a girl and get a pig.”

“To be fair, Time Baby’s agents were super incompetent.”

“Is the body swapping carpet the way, you know… you became a demon?”

“What? Ha, no, of course not! It didn’t transform souls, just swap them. Besides, we hadn’t even seen a demon at that point yet. But Soos did spend some time swapped with the pig. Fun fact, Waddles actually got engaged while in Soos’s body.”

“I have questions about the sanity of the townspeople.”

“What can I say? The little guy had a lot of charisma, for a pig.”

“Bill Cipher.”

“Yeah. The first demon we ever faced. Of course, we didn’t know anything useful about demons at the time, and he was fortunately still stuck in the Mindscape, so it was amateur hour all around.”

“How did you defeat him?”

“With kitten fists and our belief in ourselves, actually.”

“No, really.”

“Yes, really.”

“… right. That worked? ”

“How did the child psychic get a giant murder robot ?”

“Eh, McGucket jumped at every chance to build one. The part that’s really surprising is that it was Grunkle Stan who figured out how Gideon was spying on everyone.”

“A giant murder robot, Tyrone!”

“I feel like you’re getting too hung up about the murder robot here.”

“Where did he even get the supplies from?”

“Huh. I never gave it much thought. Probably from the crashed alien spaceship.”

“The what!? ”

“Did – did those agents die?”

“Nah, they were fine. Didn’t even get zombified, somehow.”

“And the rest of the town? Was anyone dead? Why were there so many corpses buried next to the Shack in the first place? Was your grunkle a serial killer in his youth or something?”

“Those corpses were probably mostly from the mud slides that killed all those builders when the Northwest Manor was finished. I’ll get to that in a moment. And Grunkle Stan was keeping a different secret…”

“You got possessed.”

“Yep.”

“That’s… I’m so sorry, Tyrone.”

“It was a long time ago, and it ended up fine. Some bruises and bumps, that’s all.”

“Did they even know how to treat the aftereffects of possession in those days?”

“Spending time with loved ones is the best treatment, as you know. I was in Gravity Falls with my sister. I had that covered.”

“Your parents –“

“They weren’t bad parents. But… you can love someone without really liking them.”

“Your sister was terrified of clay figures, but had no issue with wax figures? How does that make sense?”

“No, she was scared of claymation . The special effect where animators painstakingly move clay figures to make them appear animated.”

“With magic?”

“No. Well, actually yes, but we figured that out a little later.”

“So that inventor fried his own brain. That’s horrifying.”

“Finding his memories again did help, though. He got better. Just… not entirely.”

“Oh Stars. Those times I got you to erase certain things from memories, like at that Dreamers’ Circle summoning –“

“Psht, don’t look so worried. My magic is obviously superior to a memory gun, I don’t come with side effects! But the memory gun did come in handy.”

“You knew about the side effects and still used it again?”

“Once. When we had no other choice.”

“Who expects a twelve year old to exorcise a Level Twelve ghost!”

“It’s not like they had a real exorcist on call. I wouldn’t have had any trouble, if the ghost hadn’t tricked me into releasing him again.”

“How are you still alive!”

“After the reckless child endangerment, mind erasing, and giant robots, a secret long-lost twin feels a bit anticlimactic.”

“Trust me, it wasn’t. So that’s when we met Grunkle Ford, and boy, did he have a story for us.”

“An infinity die… wow. Do you still have it? Could I maybe –“

“For someone who complained about some mildly illegal enchantments you sound awfully eager to see this highly dangerous bit of chaos magic.”

“Right, yeah. It’s super dangerous.”

“Yep.”

“Just a little look, though?”

“Moving on! So yeah, long story short, it brought the game to life and then Mabel and Grunkle Stan had to go on an epic wizard quest.”

“That sounds awesome! A real life DD&MD session!”

“Sure, very awesome. Aside from the real danger of having Probabilitor eat my brain.”

“Oh.”

“I hate to agree with the child psycho, but yeah, mind controlling people to get what you want is generally considered evil, Tyrone.”

“We had to keep Gideon from winning the election. It seemed really important at the time. Besides, Gideon used magic mind control on his dad.”

“… did it work, at least?”

“No, we won but Grunkle Stan got disqualified for his extensive criminal record. On the upside, Gleeful forgot to submit his paperwork, so he lost too.”

“Wasn’t there a single clear-minded, normal adult in the entirety of Gravity Falls?”

“Grunkle Ford?”

“He gave two twelve year olds access to a mind controlling device, Tyrone.”

“Portals to different dimensions are dangerous, obviously, even if they’re closed immediately. They create an imbalance in reality, like bits of carpets rubbing against each other creates a current. Energy, which Bill and his cronies could use to gain physical form. Grunkle Ford and I tried to keep it safe from him, but… yeah. We got tricked. And then he came after us.”

“… you were just a kid.”

“Bill Cipher didn’t care.”

“And that was the Transcendence,” Dipper finished his story. What happened after - with his parents and Henry and the triplets and everything - that could wait for another day. Thomas was already looking dazed from the information overload. “The weirdness bubble burst, magic all around the globe came out of hiding.”

“And you became a demon.”

“Yeah. That too.”

“And… his soul turned human?”

“It did.”

Thomas dragged his hand through his hair. A bewildered gesture, which incidentally smeared the ogre mucus in a nice green stripe from his brow to his neck. “Did you ever –“

“See him again? Yeah, a few times,” Dipper said. “I try to keep tabs on some souls, when they reincarnate. That’s actually why I chose Oregon University for my whole ‘attempt to be a student’ joke. I was just killing time until Mizar was old enough to tell her the truth, but she doesn’t want me to stick around and you guys do, so…”

“Are you saying that one of our group is the reincarnated soul of a former demon?”

“What?” Dipper frowned, floating up from the bench as Thomas jumped off. “No, why would you think that?”

“You just said!” Thomas started pacing around, pausing only a second to grimace as he felt the stickiness in his hair. “It’s Maria, isn’t it? Oh Stars, wait, is it me? Please tell me it isn’t me!”

“None of your friends is a former demon, Thomas. Relax! I meant reincarnations in general,” Dipper explained. “I keep an eye out for the souls of my friends and family through the years. Although maybe I shouldn’t tell you who, since you’re freaking out.”

Thomas stopped pacing. “… am I a reincarnation of someone you knew?”

“You? No. But your next reincarnation will be.” Dipper softened his voice, feeling a bit awkward about it but wanting to reassure his friend. “I’ll keep tabs on them, after you die.”

“That’s kind of a scary thought,” Thomas said.

“Sorry.”

“… but also comforting, in a way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks… Dipper.”

[slightlymore]

red

part of the ‘soulmates collection’

(slytherin) doyoung x (ravenclaw) fem reader

others: (gryffindor) haechan | renjun mentioned like once 

genre: one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | romance | enemies to lovers | slight dark academia vibes | fantasy au | inspired by hogwarts but only for the names and separation in houses. this is a university setting with different magic (different spells, no wands etc., slytherins have some cool ass rooms and very questionable powers) 

warnings: oral f and m, penetration, unprotected, marking m receiving, body possessiveness in a magical way (? i made this up lol I hope its not that weird. like the plot point is a little cringy but I found it hilarious as I wrote it so I hope you don’t get mad at me when you discover what’s it about lol); a lot of bickering and insults; swearing

words: 9.5k (lol) 

requested by anon that wanted academic fights turn into mad sex aha I got inspired by that to make a longer fic with more depth to it (if it's alright) hope you like it! this is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written so far!!!! 👀👅👀

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As the rays of the sun hit the announcement board, your eyes darted on the pages filled with small characters. 

A little crowd of people started to chatter behind you, trying to see the ranking sheet as well, but no one dared to come close enough to push into you - the Ravenclaw Prefect. 

“Renjun? Whose dick did you suck to get 6th?” a voice giggled before a loud smack transformed the airy laugh in a dramatic “ouch”. “Lee Haechan, I swear I’ll-” but you didn’t get to hear the rest as your vision got suddenly blurry with rage and your ears started to whistle when your shoulder got bumped forcing you to make a few ungraceful steps to the side. 

“What’s that face for, YLN?” 

You tightened your fists. 

You could have recognized that annoying voice in a thousand others: Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect and the person you hated most in the whole universe. 

“Ah, right,” he hit his fist on one palm turning his head with fakely widened eyes. “You’re second place. Again.” 

You hated Kim Doyoung and everything that had to do with him. 

His voice? Hideous. 

The fragrance of the fabric softener on his clothes? Repugnant. 

His favourite dishes at the cafeteria? Revolting. 

His favourite authors? Idiots. 

Everything reminded you of him and one time you had a literal meltdown in a supplies shop as every notebook and pen has been seen in his backpack at a certain point. 

“I see that manners are still very difficult for you to master, Kim,” you spit out his last name. 

Doyoung laughed. “I apologize profusely for not following useless societal rules such as manners the way your finite mind intends.” 

An echo of little “ohh” surrounded you but abruptly stopped as you threw a venomous glance at the little crowd behind you. 

“Is this what you’ve been doing to get in the first place? Not following the rules?” you cocked an eyebrow at Doyoung. 

The tongue inside his cheek moved around for a few seconds before he crossed his arms on his chest and got closer until his feet clashed with yours. 

You didn’t step back. 

“Is this an accusation?” 

You pursed your lips as if thinking and Doyoung let you put on the little theatre act before he could hear your “Maybe?” 

A single dry and unamused scoff came out of his lips as his eyes stared you down from head to toes. 

“So you’re resorting to - this?” he gestured vaguely. “You’re that bitter that you couldn’t keep your first place for two whole semesters now?” 

“Oh? It hurt so badly the first time that you kept track of it, baby boy?” you cooed. 

The new nickname threw him off for a split second and although he was quick to come back to his usual expression you noticed it and you smiled triumphantly. 

The crowd was collectively holding its breath. 

He opened his mouth to say probably something stupid as usual when the voice of the professor interrupted you and the spell got shattered. 

“Come inside little roosters. Preserve that energy for the class debate.” 

Previously silent to not miss a single exchange you had with Doyoung. everyone suddenly started to chat while making their way inside the classroom. 

You both still didn’t move a single muscle, your eyes still trained on each other like predators. “I said-,” the professor clicked his fingers between your faces, “-come inside.”

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“I can’t fucking believe this.” 

Your university was overall a good place with good and proficient rules. You followed them all and you enjoyed it. But there were also a few rules you suddenly realized you hated. Like the “your seat in the study room will be your seat for the rest of the semester and whoever seats in somebody else's seat during the year, said somebody can slash their shins”. 

You would have loved to see Doyoung sitting at your place. His long legs could use some kicking. But unfortunately, something even worse happened. 

He was sitting right in front of you. 

“Why are you here?” you added, throwing your bag on the desk in front of him and making a few of his papers fly on the floor. 

Doyoung sighed seeing his stuff gently falling around and raised his eyes with the most venomous smile he could pull off. 

“The Gryffindor gentleman over there-” he indicated towards his previous’ semester desk, “took my seat so I had to find another one.” 

You followed his pointed finger and spotted Lee Haechan in the midst of popping a chewing gum bubble. 

He winked. 

You rolled your eyes. 

He made an obscene gesture revolving a tongue in the cheek and hand motions. 

You returned the favour with your middle finger. 

“And you had to sit here of all places. You let a Gryffindor snatch your place.”

Doyoung licked his lower lip before taking it inside his mouth for a moment. 

“Miss ‘manners’ and miss ‘following the rules’ is mad that I, mister ‘fuck useless rules’ and fuck ‘useless manners’ didn’t smack a boy in the head to get a desk?” 

You breathed in slowly and exhaled before you could scream at him. 

“I don’t want to see you every day in front of me.” 

Doyoung pinched the base of his nose before speaking. 

“Listen, I also don’t want to see your face this close every day for a whole semester but it is what it is. All the other seats are taken. Stop whining or go and suck Lee’s dick to get his desk instead.” 

You scoffed incredulously and plopped down with force, ignoring the boy’s sighs as the movement made some other papers fall. 

"You're insufferable,” he whispered. 

"I am insufferable?" you stopped taking the books from your bag then suddenly dropped the heaviest one, making the whole desk tremble. 

Doyoung looked at you then smirked. "You're in a worse mood than usual. Is it because you couldn't reach the top?" 

He leaned in as if about to share a secret. "Are you frustrated that I'm always in your mind 24/7?"

His dark eyes looked like two abysses and suddenly you felt like falling into them. Then he blinked once, slowly, and you blinked too, the sudden silence chatter of the study room bringing you to the surface. 

Fuck Slytherins and their weird-ass magnetic eyes. You wanted to smack him in the fucking face. 

"So I see you keep wanting to be ridiculous as always," you replied but you both realized how soft your tone got. 

You cleared your throat - don’t talk to me anymore! it said - and you opened your books, eyes unable to look at Doyoung's face. 

He got the hint and leaned back into his seat amused, playing with his pencil. It rolled on his fingers, then on his knuckles and when he placed it on the desk with sudden force you jolted. 

"If you want to surpass me, stop staring at my hands and get on studying."

Doyoung had to slide away with his chair for you to not reach his throat and choke him.

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"So do you want to choke him with his tie or do you want him to choke you with his tie?" "I want to choke you." Haechan smirked. "I'm not sure I'm into that stuff but we can try it out." "I can't believe you did this to me." "Ah come on. Everyone is having fun. He's having fun. You're the only one taking it too seriously." "I am not taking it seriously. I'm just annoyed every time I see his face. 'The best option is to reinvent yourself'" you mocked Doyoung's voice during philosophy class. "You can reinvent the world first. What kind of selfish nonsense is that?" "Slytherin nonsense. But still, he had good points to his discourse- ahi." "Go and be his friend then." "I would, but I'm stuck here with you because--ahi." 

"You're always getting hit, Lee," that voice interrupted your discourse. 

You rolled your eyes and breathed out so heavily that for a split moment you thought someone transformed you into a horse. 

"Hit on, by girls." "I will hit you too if you don't leave my desk," Doyoung smiled peacefully.  "Well," Haechan got up slowly, "I wouldn't mind that either."

Doyoung bit his lower lip amused and to your absolute shock he winked at your friend. Haechan laughed and left you two alone. 

"What was that?" 

Doyoung sat down ready to get to work. "Huh?" 

"Were you friendly just now?" 

Doyoung blinked at you as if processing the question. "Yeah? I am friendly usually."

"Why are you not friendly with me?" 

Doyoung's expression suddenly trembled on his face like a mask. He looked up surprised and for a split moment, he appeared weirdly younger, with his open lips and wide eyes. You stared at each other for a few seconds and it was the first time you didn't feel like opening up his guts.

But then he smiled and it all got back to you. "Because I hate you,” he explained.

_____  

The ball was okay. A normal ball just like all of the other boring balls you were forced to attend each start of the semester. No alcohol, at least not offered from the university but definitely offered by the older students. All said students dressed well, but following the decency rules which led to boring outfits. 

Your red dress was the boldest thing around and Ravenclaw cheered upon your entry in the Grand Hall. 

A cool Prefect? Yeah, you had to be one if you wanted to beat Kim Doyoung. 

At the moment everyone liked him more since he let his people smuggle liquor into the university but you weren’t about to fall to such low standards to win. 

But food? Hell yeah. 

It was not illegal and everyone wanted to have pizza instead of finger food made of hell knows what. 

“Y/N, if you continue like this, I’ll probably fall in love with you,” a random dude smiled, helping himself. You smiled back at him, glad that cute guys wanted to talk to you. 

“Well-,” you started, ready to bat your eyelashes, but the guy suddenly jolted, the piece of pizza he was holding literally flying from his hands and landing on his face instead. 

You yelped, bringing your hands to your mouth in shock, staring at the way it slowly slid from his nose down on his impeccable white shirt. 

“Shit,” he threw the pizza away on the bin at his right and made his way through the crowd with spicy tomato sauce in his eyes. 

“You got all kinds of pizzas and not my favourite topping,” Doyoung suddenly materialized near you with a dramatic sigh, scaring the shit out of you.  “You!” you turned your head to him and pointed your finger at his face. Doyoung stared at your fingertip then at your eyes. “You did that to the guy just now!” 

The boy blinked at you as if you were crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shook his head but when he took a piece of pizza and started to munch on it, one hand waving at you and walking towards his friends, you noticed the way he smiled.

_____

A few hours later, people were scattered around the campus, most of them in bed “sleeping”, some of them actually already sleeping since it was almost morning. 

The prefects were still in the hall, wrists twisting and eyes annoyed at the chore of having to clean up after the ball. 

“It’s going to take you only half an hour, my children,” the headmistress chuckled brightly. “You’re prefects for a reason. Other children don’t have your advanced magical power and would end up cleaning for a whole day. Responsibilities. Am I right?” 

“She could clean in 5 minutes yet here we are,” the Gryffindor prefect mumbled after she left, leaving behind an obnoxious perfume cloud. 

If the ball would have at least been fun, it would be different now, cleaning while at least being a little euphoric. 

But not only was it the most boring and uneventful party ever, you also had to do Kim Doyoung’s part since he was as slow as a snail. 

“Get your shit together. We can clean much faster if you get your ass up,” you stared him down with hands on your hips.

Doyoung looked up at you from the chair he was sprawled on, one hand to sustain his head, the other twisting while his finger lazily transported a flying bottle of beer across the room. 

“I am working.” 

You scoffed. “You’re the best at object moving. If you wanted, you could also finish everything in 5 minutes.” 

The boy tilted his head to the side, suddenly focused and amused. “Are my ears failing me, or did you just compliment me?” 

“If you need my praise to do your job, then yes, Kim, you’re very good at this type of magic.” 

Doyoung chuckled happily and got up. With a smack of his lips, he rolled his wrists and all the trash disappeared from the floors and tables appearing into the trash cans instead. The Hufflepuff prefect whistled, impressed, and the Gryffindor sighed upon realizing he had worked his ass off for nothing. 

You put your tongue in your cheek annoyed but also secretly happy he actually did it. “Floors.” 

Doyoung took out his tongue in the most annoying habit he had. Your eyes involuntarily darted towards it and he smiled. 

“You’re such a snake when you do that.” “Okay, crow. Deal with your floors yourself then,” he passed you and walked towards the exit. 

The other prefects already left, too tired to deal with your bickering and probably relieved that someone else could clean up much faster. 

You stared at his back, annoyed, then twisted your wrist to pull his body back towards you. His black jacket moved as if a gentle breeze blew across him and Doyoung stopped. 

“Wait, sorry-” he laughed and turned around, his voice echoing in the gigantic empty room ringing inside your skull. “-were you perhaps trying to do-” he twisted his wrist and you yelped, feet dragging across the pavement as if your body was being pulled by an invisible force until you clashed on his chest, “-this?” he finished. 

Your hands were up on his shirt and for a few moments your brain couldn’t think anything besides, first, how good he smelled, and second, it was the first time for you to actually touch each other. 

“If you’re so good at this, then clean the floors as well, so we can finally go.” 

He stared you down.

“Ask nicely.” 

You scoffed incredulously. “I’d rather clean it with my own hands than do that.” 

He smiled. "You want to kiss me so badly, Y/N." 

“I-- what? Are you drunk?” 

“Why are you so flustered?” 

“I am--not-” you grabbed the hand he raised to cup your face, “flustered! I am appalled.” 

“I want to kiss you.” 

Breathing has never been a difficulty for you and you’ve always laughed at main characters in books talking so extensively about air, but at that moment, your hand still holding Doyoung’s one, your chests pressing against each other and his eyes, fuck, you actually started to slightly pant. What was wrong with him? 

“If you stopped using your snake powers-” “This is no power. It’s just you being attracted to me,” he finally cupped your face and this time you didn’t move away. “Check on it. You can pull away.”

He was right. But if that wasn’t some slytherin doing then you were probably going crazy because you saw your hands move almost on their own on Doyoung’s shoulders. 

Then you actually leaned in and he met you halfway. 

Your limbs were trembling when he brushed his lips on yours and to your surprise, they were warm and soft. 

Then he pulled you even closer and you whined for no reason besides your brain yelling ‘this is so nice!!!! we love dopamine!!!’ at you. 

And you sought for some more. 

When you licked his lower lips, Doyoung’s hands had a tremor on your waist but he was quick to adjust to your sudden burst of passion with the same energy. 

Of all the things that you anticipated that night, making out with Kim Doyoung was definitely not one of them. Then why you felt relieved as if finally doing somethig you’ve ached to do for so long?

Did he want to kiss you? 

He was currently kissing you at that moment? 

Absurd. 

Yet there you were, panting and desperate for each other, unable to stop drinking each other’s breaths. 

“I’m taking you to my room,” he whispered and the look in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before.

____

Suffocating.

You were suffocating as your breath was taken away from your lungs at Doyoung's every touch on your back. 

First your neck with his cold knuckles, then your spine to reach the zip of your red dress. He opened it slowly imitating the pace of his soft lips on your jaw. And when the fabric fell to your feet you turned around, your arms quick to pull him into a messy kiss, while his hands fell on your hips, pushing you towards the silky bed. 

You sat down and got quickly on your knees to be able to reach his face again. 

Doyoung, standing near the edge of the bed, closed his eyes when you drifted your attention from his lips to his neck then chest, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin every time you made a button pop open. His abdomen twitched every time and when you reached his navel you palmed his torso up, enjoying his shaky breath when the shirt fell off his shoulders.

A little chuckle coming from you made him look down at your sultry face, the hue of the red lights and lit candles dancing on your skin. Then he stared at his own body. Dozens of kisses adorned it in the colour of your lipstick.

"If I can't mark you, I can at least do this," you raised one eyebrow at him, hands gently dealing with his belt. "Who said you can't mark me?" "Hm?" you opened his pants zip and you could have sworn that Doyoung's eyes flickered. "You really want to go around all covered in hickeys?"

The boy smiled and cupped your face, his thumb slowly caressing your lower lip. "Do it where it can't be seen then."

So you let your tongue out on your amused lips and leaned down to reach the skin above the waistband of his underwear. Your tip wetted his skin making his take in a deep breath. "Is here alright?" you whispered against his warm body.

Doyoung's hand found his place on your nape and you took it as consensus, gingerly taking his skin inside your mouth and sucking on it. A red spot already started to form and you sucked again near it, and again, before suddenly placing a kiss on his clothed bulge instead. 

Doyoung drank air through his teeth at the unexpected touch and his fingers got to your shoulders, pushing you into the bed before your legs could wrap around his waist. 

His tongue inside your mouth was as delicious as the silk your body was rubbing against. It made its way down your neck then chest and when it reached your perked nipples your knees buckled and you grabbed that red silk with your fists. Little soft whimpers escaped your lips and they became louder as Doyoung's fingers got between your legs. They scratched the lace of your panties and you lifted your hips as he dragged them down. The boy, then, palmed your skin and placed open kisses on it from the ankle down and every touch closer made you lose a bit of your self-control. 

You really were about to fuck Kim Doyoung. 

What kind of sick and twisted situation was that? 

Were you bewitched? 

Did he do something to you?

But when his lips reached your dripping core, tongue quick to collect your juice, it didn't matter. 

If this was the consequence of you getting bewitched, you wanted it to happen every day. And you told him. You hand gripped his hair and your back arched, profanities quickly spilling out of your chest. Doyoung cupped your ass, pressing his thumbs into your flesh and you let your thighs drape over his shoulders. 

Why was he that good? It honestly offended you to find out that Kim Doyoung aced pussy eating too besides everything else. 

And when he stopped to breathe, you saw his eyes and his juicy lips. 

It was the sexiest view you’ve ever seen in your life so you yanked his head toward your face and he obliged with a panting smile. 

Making out while his long fingers pumped inside of you was the highlight of your university career, and you cared about the curriculum a lot. 

And when he curled them upwards, touching spots inside of you that made you lose vision, you were ready to beg him to do it to you as often as possible. 

"Cumming- I'm--ah-" 

Doyoung got back between your legs and added his tongue to the action again. 

It was too much. 

His books flew from his shelves as you reached the highest climax of your life. 

He chuckled, peppering your shaking body in soft kisses. “I thought you weren’t good at object moving.” You breathed heavily a few more moments before finally finding your voice again. Doyoung reached your lips and you shivered upon feeling his hard cock resting between your legs. He stared at your expression as he lightly hit your oversensitive clit with its tip then rubbed himself between your folds with a sigh. “You’re the one good at moving, so please, move.” The boy bit your lower lip, stretching it out a little before sucking on it, one hand to cup your hip and the other grabbing the silk near your head. He got you so wet that he didn’t need much to easily slip inside of you. He cursed with heavy breath and you wondered if your nails were leaving marks on his back skin as he moved his hips. 

You didn't have Doyoung only in your brain like usual, thinking about him day and night. You finally had him physically so deep inside that you thought you were about to lose your mind. 

So this was it, the sweet overwhelming sensation of being in the present instead of chasing something in the future. 

It was just like everyone described it to be, everything. 

But it wasn't a moment in time or space as you’ve anticipated. It was a person and that person, you realized, was Doyoung. 

If your mouth wasn’t busy spilling his name out of it inside his soft lips and if his hums didn’t make your whole being vibrate, you would have probably laughed at the destiny. 

"You are, so fucking, hot-," you whispered breathlessly, eyes barely able to stay open to drink in his image. "So you admit it. You think I'm sexy," you could see his smirk even in the red darkness of his room. "I wouldn't let you ram into me like this if I thought otherwise." "Oh really? And yet I was here thinking you were doing charity since 'no girl would want to make my dick wet'." You chuckled before the sounds could get interrupted by your high moans instead, the frustration that phrase gave to Doyoung translating into his hips thrusting even harder. "I take that back." "Are you trying to say that you want me to slow down? You can’t take this?" "Oh, no, I love how you're fucking me as if you hate me." "But I don’t actually hate you”, you wished to hear at least for a split second but no word came out of the boy's lips, his hips slowing down instead as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

It was as good as his fast thrusts, his strokes so fluid and deep it made you grunt every time he pressed into you. He was so good that it irritated you. 

"You really like to do the opposite of what I want, huh?" "Yeah," his voice inside your ear made your skin get goosebumps. “I love your frustrated expression and mannerism.” "Ah, shit-" you dug your nails into his back as the bed started to creak. "A good girl like you swearing like this? Who taught you?" "It's your influence." "Am I turning you bad?" "Yeah. Every time you're around I want to do bad things and I have no idea what's going on." You didn't expect to be that honest but Doyoung's intimate presence was like a drug, making you feel so high that you were ready to get twisted by him in every way he wanted. 

No. You desired it. You wanted Doyoung to play with you and for once you would not resist it at all. You would beg for more.

And when he actually took you there, in a place where your thoughts did not exist anymore, where only his touch grounded you, the hand that pushed you over the edge and the one bringing you back up, you did just that. You asked for more, shaking uncontrollably on his luscious bed and he did what you wanted. For once he granted every wish you had and even beyond that.

_____

Your desire to leave his room that night was not as strong as you anticipated. 

Doyoung arms didn't want to let go and you didn't fight him at all. 

Sighing, you got back to his chest and didn't comment on the way he tightened his hold on you. If this wasn’t the way people-that-hate-each-other-but-like-to-weirdly-fuck-for-some-reason behaved, it would be a concern for your conscious mind and not for your fucked up one. 

His scent was inebriating and if you didn't know the way he could make you feel, you would have thought that it was the highest form of aphrodisiac. 

And maybe it was actually making you feel high because under your lids you could have sworn that the room slowly changed colour. 

You opened your sleepy eyes and stared at the wall behind Doyoung’s shoulder, blinking hard. 

It was dark blue, almost black, with a myriad of little bright lights. 

The candles went out and the room did get dark after Doyoung rolled over breathless, his cum dripping slowly on your thigh, but you were pretty sure there were no stars before. 

And when you shifted to rest on your back you almost choked on your own spit. 

You weren’t looking at the night sky. 

No. You were inside the sky. 

Purple, whites, yellows and pinks all melted together to form galaxies and cosmic dust. 

No roof, no walls, no pavements, just the bed, Doyoung and you in the middle of everything. 

Your fingers dug into the arm Doyoung had thrown across your chest and perhaps you made some type of sound because the boy opened his eyes to stare at your profile. “Do you like it?” he murmured. Your head snapped towards his face and his eyes reflected the infinite little lights as if he held two other universes inside of them. “How is this possible?” He smiled sheepishly. “Slytherin rooms. They change based on the owner’s mood.” You felt your mouth open on its own. “This is your doing?” Doyoung hummed and closed his eyes again, pulling you towards him to hold you like before. You let him place his chin on top of your head and breathed in his scent yet again. 

“So the red room?” “I was horny.” You smiled. “And how do you feel now?” “A little less horny. If I’m not careful you’ll see a whole star engulf us soon.” “This is so unfair. We don’t have such cool rooms.” “Or maybe you do but being Ravenclaws you’re all thinking of boring, brown looking rooms.” 

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see you and gently, you placed a hand on his chest, close to your face and above his heart. You could feel the calm and peaceful beats in syntony with the night sky. To know that inside that boy’s mind could be such beauty made your heart not beat as calmly as his heart did. 

You had no idea what you were doing, hugging so intimately with your sworn enemy, and maybe it was the romantic vibe that made you do it since there was no rational explanation to any of it, but you raised your face to meet his lips. 

And you just kissed him. Slowly and softly, barely brushing them with yours. 

Doyoung opened his eyes for a moment, as if surprised, but upon feeling you pressing yourself on his body he closed them again and pulled you on top of him. 

The universe didn’t change, although, when you let your tongue inside his mouth, slowly, as if having all the time in the world at your feet, the stars flickered and got brighter. 

“Are you trying to see a star up close? I can make it happen without you rubbing yourself on me,” he smiled on your lips. “What happens when you suddenly lose control?” Doyoung’s pupils trembled and the room started to shake. You knew it wasn’t real but you still jolted and looked around terrified. “Let’s find out.”  

_____

"I, saw, you, leave, with, Kim, Doyoung, last night," Haechan chanted teasingly as he sat down with his breakfast tray. 

You wanted to keep a poker face but your facial muscles weren't under your control so you smiled. 

"Oh!! Look at her! Oh my God. So- wow. Okay. Okay," Haechan tried to compose himself. "Is he any good?" he leaned in lowering his voice. 

You sighed and nodded. "So fucking good."

Haechan squealed and hit your shoulder before wrapping it with one arm and wobbling you around. 

"Stop it!" you hissed amused. "Everything hurts." "EVERYTHING HURTS! So he's got a monster cock."

"Shut up!" you pressed your hand on his mouth scandalized as Doyoung made his way inside the cafeteria with his friends. 

You breathed in slowly and just as slowly you exhaled, trying to relax. Haechan made an effort to appear calm as well. "Sup, Kim." You smiled. 

The other boy looked your way as he walked behind your table. "Hey, Lee," then he turned to you. "Y/L/N." 

And left. 

Just like that. 

He looked at you for one second and continued on his way to the Slytherin tables. 

No smile. 

No acknowledgement. 

Cold just like before. 

As if nothing had happened. 

You stared at his back, feeling your limbs heavy like stone. Turning around slowly, you grabbed your fork and started to eat in silence. "Hey." Haechan lightly bumped your arm with his shoulder. "He's probably just feeling awkward." You munched slowly and took it as an excuse to keep quiet. "Hey, come on." "What?" Haechan sighed. "You can say that you're disappointed that he-" "I don't know what you're talking about."

_____

For the first time, instead of feeling rage inside your gut, you felt anxious. 

Doyoung was in front of you, face almost hidden under his hair as he typed into his computer. He greeted you as he usually did before the, well, before you let him see the deepest parts of you, figuratively and physically. But after that single “hey” no other words came from his part. 

It wouldn't have been that weird if only a few hours ago he didn't kiss your lips in heaven. 

When you woke up that morning, the night sky wasn’t there anymore. At his place were clouds. White fluffy clouds in the middle of a pink sky. 

It was breathtaking and you felt like flying. 

And he did kiss you softly. 

And now he acted as if you weren't even there. 

Maybe Haechan was right. Maybe he was feeling awkward. It's not like he could suddenly act lovingly in front of the whole campus. You were still enemies after all. And maybe you were also right. 

You've just fucked. It's not like you started to date. He had no obligations towards you. 

Yet, when his fingers drew your spine and his sigh caressed your lips, it didn't seem just fucking to you. 

Was Doyoung like that? Was that his personality? Was he doing that to all the girls he brought into his room? Making them cum multiple times and showing them his soft side? Was that a well-plotted plan? Was he trying to hurt you? 

You were ready to let him do whatever he wanted to you the previous night, yet at that moment, under the bright sunlight of the study room, you felt sick. It was a weird feeling. It grabbed at your throat and travelled down to your heart making it difficult for you to breathe. 

You trusted him with your feelings and you let him see your vulnerable side. 

Did he laugh? Was he feeling triumphant now? Did he win a battle against you? He had you on his palm? Because, God, he did have you on his palm now and with only a twist of his wrist he could get you into his arms again. 

And you would have let him.

You hated it. You fell so hard it hurt everywhere. You were dizzy and confused and you couldn't look at him anymore.

_____

It was easy to avoid Doyoung for the following days. It was almost too easy as if he was trying to avoid you too. So walking towards the library you jolted hearing his low voice inside one of the classrooms. You stopped in place and after a few seconds of thinking you peeped inside. Then you gulped and hid under the door window. 

He was resting his hips on the professor's desk, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed on his chest. In front of him was standing one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen. 

She was talking with a peaceful tone and Doyoung suddenly laughed. You got up and quickly walked away.

_____

"How the fuck would I know?" the girl asked. 

Doyoung rolled his eyes. "Your dad designed them. You must know more than me."

"Listen. We're the only house with mood rooms because we're the only people who can control their emotions. It's not my fault you're a terrible Slytherin and your room has been pitch black for the past days." 

Doyoung sighed in irritation. "What the fuck does that even mean though?" 

"Usually mourning."

The boy shook his head. "No one died."

"Then it can be a general pain. Or confusion," the girl explained. 

Doyoung raised his gaze on her. "What would I be so confused about?" 

She shrugged. "You're the only one that can know. Chill out maybe and stop thinking when you're inside of it. I'll ask my dad how to turn it off and I'll let you know. Now leave me alone, I'm busy," she said and left the classroom.

_____

"Hey," Doyoung said. "That's my pencil."

You looked down at your fingers and furrowed your eyebrows. 

"No. This is mine."

The boy sighed. "I can sense it's mine."

"I legit bought it yesterday. And what are you? A psychic? 'I can sense it's mine'." 

"I'm a Slytherin. We're snakes. Everything I lick is mine. And I can sense that's mine." 

Your mouth opened slightly and you waited for him to laugh but Doyoung remained serious. 

"That has to be a joke."

"Okay, keep it. It just makes me feel giddy when things I own are used by other people." "Because you're selfish." "It's a real sensation. I know when something I licked is being used by somebody else," and he raised his eyes on you. You stared back and the weight of his words made your throat close. 

I hope it doesn't work with people too, you wanted to ask, but the noise on your left interrupted you. 

"Can I talk to you?" the same girl from a few days ago suddenly made her appearance near your desk. Doyoung looked at her surprised. "Yeah." "Bring me to your room," she ordered.

_____

You shouldn't have been there. 

It was useless and it would only make you further lose your mind. 

But your feet descended the Slytherin corridor, nose following the trail of the girl's perfume until arriving at Doyoung’s door. 

You remained still for a moment and after a few seconds of indecisiveness you suddenly turned around going back. 

That was too creepy. You had absolutely no reason to be there. If Doyoung wanted to fuck that girl, so be it. 

But then you stopped again. 

Fuck. 

Just, just a little glance. Just a tiny little glance. Just the colour. Just to be sure. 

You didn't turn around to actually see anything. With your back towards the door, you twisted your wrist, doing the most illegal thing one can do inside the campus - transparency spell. A tiny portion of the wall disappeared at your silent command and you could see the red hue spilling outside of it on the dark pavement at your feet. 

It was enough and you barely saw the stairs when you got out of the basement.

_____

"You weren't lying when you said it's pitch black. It even absorbs magic light."

Doyoung sighed. 

The girl presumably turned around because Doyoung heard her voice more clearly when she spoke again.

"Okay, so this is what we're gonna do. Sit down somewhere and relax." 

The boy let himself fall on the carpet with a grunt. 

"Close your eyes."

He obliged even if he could have let them open too for all it mattered. 

"Now, think of someone of your choice." 

Doyoung's mind automatically drifted towards you and the room besides being dark, felt suddenly very cold as well. 

"No, okay, Doyoung, change the person." "She's the only one I can think about." The girl sighed. "Well, at least we know the reason for all of this. God, it's so fucking cold, try to not think about anything for a second!" 

"It's hard, okay?" 

"Okay, fuck. Think about her but imagine something else. Think of a good memory you have with her."

Doyoung sighed irritated and furrowed his eyebrows even more. "I don't think this is going to work."

But when he let his mind imagine your panting expression underneath him, a slight red hue started to create from the floor going up to the walls. 

The girl exulted. "Yes! Don't stop. Continue thinking about that!" 

Doyoung opened up one eye as the girl exulted again and he could finally see the furniture in his room. 

It was a dark red, not the bright red he actually had his room painted in when he held you into his arms, but enough for him to not get a headache 24/7.

"Well it's not like I can think about--that, every time I need to be in my room, can I?" he got up. 

The girl knew what red meant and she chuckled. 

"Don't you have any other good memory with her besides fucking?" 

The room got bright red. 

The girl laughed even harder. 

"Ah, shut up." "Hey, I helped you out." "Barely," he plopped on the bed and put his face into his palms. 

It could have been considered a gesture coming from embarrassment if the lights didn't start to get dim again. 

"God, you're really all over the place, huh?" she sat near him. "What happened? Is she your ex?”  

Doyoung sighed and directed his gaze upon an indistinct point in front of him. Maybe he was tired, or maybe it was the dark room and the fact that Doyoung didn’t even remember the girl’s name, making her a safe stranger, but he whispered. 

"I made a mistake. I thought she was into me so-- fuck, I went down on her."

The girl made a surprised sound but waited for the most important part. 

“Well, she’s not into me, but I am.”

"You're so stupid!" 

"Yeah okay, thanks."

"We're Slytherins! It's not like we don't give head because we're prude, it's to prevent this! You horny dumbass." "I thought she liked me! I had no idea she'd- fuck someone else right after!" Doyoung grunted frustrated and fell back on the bed, the room getting to the pitch-black from before. 

The girl let the silence calm him down a bit before talking. 

"I am sorry. I had things used by others but I don't know what it feels like with people."

"It's not necessarily painful but- knowing the reason, it's just-" 

"Yeah. You just have to let her go so the bond is receded. Like with things, you know?"

"It's easy to let go of a thing that's yours. How can I manage to let go of her?" 

The girl sighed and remained in silence.

_____

You had no idea how you managed to remain seated in front of Doyoung that morning. 

His complexion was paler than usual and his eyes were very tired. As if he didn't sleep enough last night. Or at all. 

You had to breathe in and out slowly to ease the pain inside your stomach. 

"You look terrible."

Doyoung's dark irises under his low lids made your skin crawl when he looked up at you. 

"Is someone keeping you too active to get enough sleep?" you asked again, trying hard to get back to the tone you both were used to before. 

The boy tightened his lips in a mockery smile. "Yeah. As discussed, I have no problem keeping my dick wet."

"Well-," you frowned with a raised chin, your lips forming a pout for a moment before you forced them to keep the poker face, "-I started to see someone lately too."

He looked unbothered. "As in dating or hallucinations?" 

You ignored his comment. 

“We’ve already been on three dates,” you lied. 

“And you’re telling me this because-?” 

You shrugged. “Conversation.” 

“I hate small talk.” 

“Is there something you don’t hate?” 

“Silence. And smart people, which given your latest test results, you’re not.” 

You had no idea what it was. 

You and Doyoung had always called each other names, insulted each other’s intelligence and the sorts, yet at that moment, maybe because of your failing tests, the alignment of stars or the fact that you were actually in love with him, you burst into tears. 

It took Doyoung a few good seconds to realize that you were wailing in front of him.

“Hey?” 

He crouched on the desk to be able to see your face from underneath your arms. You hid it even more. 

“Y/N,” he lowered his voice. It was as soft and delicate as when he whispered your name under the sky. 

You suddenly took your stuff and ran away from the study room.

_____

Doyoung was slowly but surely losing his mind. 

One day, two days, three days and you were still nowhere to be seen. 

His room has been different shades of grey, which was better than black but now the walls had water running on them and the floor was constantly wet. 

Altogether, not a good time. 

“Holy shit, are you that depressed?” 

Doyoung raised his eyes from the book he was reading before rolling them so far up that Haechan thought they wouldn’t come back anymore.

“What do you want?” 

The Gryffindor took a step inside the room with hands behind his back and took a lazy stroll to where Doyoung’s dresser was crying. “Your flowers are all dead. Throw them away.” “They keep appearing every time,” Doyoung started to read again, the little line between his eyebrows showing how hard he tried to understand whatever the pages were trying to say but failing. 

“I’m here because it’s boring to not have you yell at Y/N in the study room as always,” Haechan spoke again nonchalantly, fingers rubbing against each other, as to get rid of the imaginary dust they collected from Doyoung’s furniture. Given the situation, the room probably made up piles of mud as well. 

"Who's the guy?" Doyoung suddenly asked. 

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows. "What guy?" 

"The one she's fucking."

The other blinked at him surprised. 

"You mean, Kim Doyoung?" 

The Slytherin's eyes widened and Haechan saw how he looked with flushed cheeks for the first time in his life. 

"Aw, come on. Of course, I know everything."

"If you know everything, then tell me who the fuck this guy she's been fucking beside me is!" Doyoung got up from the bed. 

"There's no other guy. What are you talking about?" 

"Fuck, I felt it how he touched her and it drives me crazy!" Haechan opened his mouth to talk but jolted, eyes staring at Doyoung’s arm extended to hit the wall behind his head expecting to see a dent in the hard brick from how much force he put into that.  

"Is it you?" “Uhm? What the fuck?” "Answer me." "Okay, first of all, take a step back."

Doyoung leaned in even more and Haechan gulped. 

"Okay! Okay, gosh. No. There's no guy fucking her as far as I know."

"Where is she?" "I don't know." "What kind of friend are you if you don't know it?" 

Haechan crossed his arms on his chest. "Am I seriously getting scolded on friendship values by Kim Doyoung right now? You that made her cry in the common room? You that made her rest her weapons in front of you just to see you treat her like scum? After using her? We don’t have mood rooms but we have things like hearts and mouths which we use to, you know, ask other people how they feel-" "I don't have enough patience and you know that."

Haechan breathed in and out before finally opening his lips again. "She's in the dorms. Obviously. Where the fuck would she be-"

Doyoung turned around on his heels like a tornado and walked towards the towers. 

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Haechan told the other boy's back but he wasn't sure he heard him.

_____

She doesn't want to talk to you. 

Fuck it. 

Doyoung knew he was self-centred and he knew that your absence had something to with him but for once he really wanted to be wrong. 

Used you? You really thought Doyoung used you? When you used him and then got somebody else to touch you like that? 

Fuck, if Doyoung were in his room at that moment it would probably resemble a killing storm. 

"Hey, you can't be here," some random guy stopped him as Doyoung stepped into the Gryffindor common room. "How did you even enter-" 

"Shut the fuck up." 

Doyoung looked around, eyeing all of the different doors and chose left, venturing down the corridor, for once - and cringingly so - listening to his heart. 

Haechan was right. You didn’t have real mood rooms but he could physically feel the energy of each and one of them with his heart. 

He knew it was your door before even getting close to it, the feeling coming from it making his blood boil in his veins just like he would feel when you were around. 

With a twist of his wrist, he tried to open it but it didn't work. 

"Are you seriously trying to barge into a girl's room like that, Kim?" a scandalous voice said behind the door. 

"How did you know it was me?" Doyoung placed one palm on the wood. 

"Only you could force open a door without even knocking," you replied. "And the spell is made for you specifically, so I know."

The boy rested his forehead on the door and closed his eyes. "You were waiting for me." 

The silence on the other side made him sigh. "Open up. Let me talk to you." 

It got even quieter than before. "I wasn't waiting for you. You had no reasons to come," you finally whispered. 

Doyoung twisted his wrist and the door in front of himself vanished from his eyes. Apparently, you didn't anticipate he'd be able to use the transparency spell since you didn't even preoccupy yourself to block it and he could tell you didn't even sense it, so concentrated on your thoughts. From your perspective the door was still there and, previously leaning against it with your back, you rolled on it now and unknowingly imitated Doyoung's position, foreheads almost touching if not for the layer of old wood. 

"What do I have to say?" he asked, looking at your face. He saw how you bit your lower lip at the sound of his voice and the genuine sadness in your face made him even angrier at the whole situation. "You don't have to say anything," you finally replied. 

Doyoung's jaw muscles tensed. 

"Please, please, open this goddamn door." 

The intensity of his voice made you raise your head and your senses got sharp again, feeling the energy he put into using his spell. 

With the twist of your wrist, the door flew open and you finally saw Doyoung's face. 

"You used transparency," you suddenly looked furious. “You know you can’t do that inside the university.” "Fuck, I was," he stepped in. "What if I was naked?" "Nothing I haven't seen before." 

You rolled your eyes. "You make me so frustrated."

"I am making you frustrated? Then what about me, huh?" 

"What would you even be frustrated about if you don't even care about me? You tease me and you insult me and then you make love to me like a desperate man and then you go back to being your selfish, deprecable self. What is this? Why do you keep playing with me? Is it fun? You find it amusing to see me like this?" 

Your words completely floored him. 

"I can ask you the same thing. I can feel it inside my chest when someone else touches you and it drives me fucking insane. I made a mistake and I gave in thinking you had some feelings for me and that I wasn't just a fuck toy you could use one night and throw away." 

Your mouth fell open. 

He could feel it? He could feel you? So you did belong to him?

"This is crazy. You hid something like this from me! Now you have access to what's going on with my body without my consent!" 

"I had no idea I was in love with you, okay? It has never happened to me before. I don't want to know either when someone else eats you out! I just- you’re here hiding in your room and crying as if you have feelings for me or something when you let someone else-" he stopped. 

You looked at his reddening neck and closed eyes. 

His breath was shaky and you realized how you've never actually seen him angry or upset before. 

"No one has done anything to me, Doyoung. Unlike you, who fucked that Slytherin girl after showing me the fucking heaven. Did you do that to her as well? Sweet talk? For what? Is this your hobby? Making girls fall in love with you?" 

The boy shook his head in confusion."What are you talking about? There's no Slytherin girl."

"The one that had the urgency to see your room?" 

He pinched the base of his nose with a grunt of realization. "She helped me to figure out why my room was pitch-black and why it's currently grey with wet fucking walls."

"Oh yeah? Because to me, it looked very much red."

"You've been spying on me?"

You huffed and sat down on the bed like a child when they're found guilty but they're too proud to admit it. "You used transparency just 5 minutes ago too,” you justified yourself as if you were equal now. 

"And did you see me fuck that girl?" 

"I didn't want to actually look inside like a creep! But you were pretty much horny. The corridor got all red."

"I was thinking about you! And now I’m also thinking about you and I’ve been thinking about you all of these days and months and probably all of these fucking years since I first met you.” 

Your brain felt like mush. 

"Then you knew? You treated me like that because you liked me? Only children tease the person they like."

"I didn’t know. I had no fucking idea before. And apparently, I am a fool for not having realized before and fuck, perhaps I’m a child as well then. I’m insecure. Because I wanted you to think about me too. And perhaps you don’t even remember but I’ve tried to be nice to you before and it didn’t work. But you started to give me attention when I made you mad. It was easy and playful and I saw how you often smiled when I turned my back to you and- fuck, I got hopeful. That you’d start to feel the same.” 

“I do feel the same, for fuck’s sake! I am in love with you.”

Doyoung swallowed dryly. “Then why-” 

“It was me.” 

The boy furrowed his eyebrows. 

“That morning after I left your room I took a shower, and-,” you looked around as if trying to find the courage to say what you had to say, “- I was thinking about you, so-”

Doyoung understood before you could finish the phrase and you saw his face fall. 

“Wait, is it possible? Even if you do it?” 

You scoffed incredulously. “You’re the Slytherin here. Until a few days ago I didn’t even know you had magical spit making you feel whatever I did to my own pussy!” 

Doyoung closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if he needed a moment.

“But I researched it when you told me about the pencil. It has to do with some weird-ass Slytherin shit where couples own each other’s bodies. Most people find it hot to know when the partner is-” you cleared your voice as it got suddenly tiny from talking about that shameful topic. 

“So no, I did not let anyone touch me. If you were smart enough you would have noticed that it didn’t happen anymore after you treated me like shit.” 

The boy looked as if his soul left his body.

The silence engulfed the whole room and you avoided each other’s eyes. 

But then it got disrupted by his movements. With slow steps, he walked the space from the middle of the room to the feet of the bed where you were sat down. 

With weak limbs, he let himself down on his knees in front of you and slowly he let his face fall into your lap. 

Your breath fell short. With trembling hands, you caressed his nape, lightly as if afraid to touch him, then his hair, patting it gently. 

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a fool this whole time. Like, I am so stupid.” His voice was muffled by your clothes and his arms wrapped your waist even more while saying it. 

“You’re the smartest person I know. But you could’ve just asked instead of assuming.”

He shook his head. “Yeah. Hey Y/N, so I can feel inside my gut that you orgasmed hard just now. Who did it? I thought you liked me.” 

He raised his head again, his hair messy on the forehead, eyes lit up by the sun coming from your big windows and violent red cheeks. He looked young and vulnerable and suddenly the whole situation seemed so ridiculous that you laughed. 

“I am sorry,” you chuckled and cupped his face. “You’re right. It was a weird situation. We should work on communication. And you should work on not being so insecure.” “You also assumed I fucked a girl just because I was talking to her.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay. We both have to work on that, alright?” 

He sighed relieved seeing you smile. 

“I’m sorry. I should have told you about that whole thing before. But I swear, I had no idea my feelings for you were that deep.” “Does it not work with mere crushes?” He shook his head. 

"Well, do you know what I want now? For you to obtain my forgiveness?" you asked. "Me to kiss you." You flicked his head. "You will never drop that attitude of yours, will you?" He smiled even more. "I love to see you like this."

“I want something else,” you explained. Doyoung turned his head to the side. “Me eating you out?” 

“Oh my God! No!” you tried to get away from his hold but he pushed you back on the bed and crawled beside you. “But that pussy is mine-” “Shut up!! Don’t say that ever again! You still need to apologize some more for that. Now I can’t even masturbate.” “You don’t need to masturbate if you have me.” “I fucking hate you so much.” “I love you too. So what was the thing that you wanted?” 

“It’s just-- it’s unfair. So I-- also want to know.” “You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. “Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.” “Even if I’m not a slytherin?” “If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.” “Pants off then. Now.” _____

Haechan walked through Doyoung’s room with a chuckle, trying hard to avoid all the flowers that suddenly started to grow tall until reaching the ceiling. 

With the corner of his eyes he also noticed the way all of them started to turn red and with a disgusted face, he moved faster, exiting it and closing the door behind him.

[perplexinglyparadoxialperson]

The Routes of Witchers

So, I basically live on the wiki of every fandom I’m in, and when I was looking up locations, I realized something weird about the locations in the Netflix show. Every one of them (that I remember at the moment) are in the Western half of the Continent. Except for Posada. Now, this may not seem very weird at first, but let me give you some context.

So I always write Geralt as autistic, because I relate to him really heavily, and I’m autistic, and it fits really well with him, so I’m going to use a lot of my own experiences as context. Of course, autism and other neurodivergence presents differently in different people, so it may be different than your own experience, or other’s experiences. I’m just going off my own experiences here.

For me personally, I hate change, especially at work. I need to know the rules of a place, how it works, exactly what to expect, or I panic. So if Geralt is even a little bit similar, he would need routine and habit to live happily on the Path. One of those things he would need is a route he takes every year, so he knows what to expect.

Having a route would mean that he knows exactly what cities and towns, and which businesses in them are welcoming to Witchers, which places he can trust for good armour and sword repairs, where patches of certain plants usually are, (for example, knowing that there’s a big patch of a certain plant just after a certain village, so he doesn’t have to pay for ingredients when some is just over the next hill) having people that he knows and is friendly with, knowing that maybe this one area blames every kind of monster activity on werewolves due to a local legend, so he can’t take them on their word about what they saw, and that certain people or places will always try to poison Witchers that come their way, that kind of thing. It would definitely make it easier on him to know things about the area.

So, I made this map of routes through the Continent, where Geralt’s route is the blue one. Lambert and Eskel would probably switch off on the other two, getting a change when they want one. Of course, they would zigzag and go off course as necessary to get to villages with contracts, but these are the basic routes.

The thing is, Posada is way out of the way for Geralt. I think though, after Blaviken, Geralt would completely avoid it, and switch routes to one on the other side of the Continent for the first time in his long life. That would mean that any people that count him as friends, that support him… he doesn’t see them anymore. He lost his stability and support system on the Path in one fell swoop. He changed routes, not only to avoid the virulent hatred for him over there, but probably also as a punishment for himself. Because he is the master of self-loathing, and would definitely do that to himself.

So imagine, he’s been doing the same route for literal decades, and then switches to one on the other side of the Continent abruptly. He has no clue which places are safe, what kind of monster activity is common, that kind of thing. So he heavily over prepares for everything, contract or not, going into a new town is ten times more nerve racking than normal (not only does he have to deal with the normal loud and overwhelmingness of each place, and not know what this village is like about Witchers, but the nickname of the Butcher of Blaviken marks him for even more hatred) he is so much more on guard and nervous… basically, he is an absolute wreck and I doubt he made it to Kaer Morhen the first winter because of how much longer he took, which definitely didn’t help his need for routine.

He does this for years, and gradually gets used to it, but it still doesn’t feel right, and he’s generally more anxious than he would be on the other route. And then he meets Jaskier in Posada. And Jaskier starts to improve his reputation, tries to convince him that he deserves good things, and… Geralt wants to see him more. So he decides to switch routes to see Jaskier more. Of course, he never says it, even to himself, but still. And that also lets him see his friends from the Path again, gives him even more support and love while out on the Path, all caused by Jaskier.

And it’s because he’s on the other side of the Continent that a lot of the things in the show happen, because he’s in certain places at certain times, which makes his blowup at Jaskier on the Mountain even sadder. Because, to a certain extent, it is Jaskier’s fault that all that craziness happened, because he’s what triggered the move back to his original route. Of course, it’s still bad that Geralt blew up at him at all, but it makes it a little more understandable.

Anyway, this has been another episode of me way over analyzing tiny details, hope to see you next time.

[the-witty-pen-name]

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Mando x Reader (F)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fluff (18+ only, please and thank you!)

Mando’a Translations:

mesh’la = beautiful

sarad = flower

kair’ta= my desperate heart

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum = I love you

A/N: This is only my second one shot I have ever written and my first attempt at smut. This is also unedited. Hopefully you enjoy!

You often wondered if Mando knew the effect he had on the women around him, especially you. Underneath the stone cold stare of the beskar, was there a man completely aware of the way his presence made you quiver and your heartbeat quicken? Did he smirk taking in your flustered state and pride himself watching you fumble over your words?

He had to see the way eyes would follow him when he walked. His outward appearance demanded the attention of the whole room effortlessly. Everyone was on edge, eyes wide and whispers hushed wherever he went.

And you felt the stares. The jealousy and spite directed towards you as you followed closely behind. The glorious specimen of a man, covered head to toe in the beskar armor, always turned heads. The pure charisma and energy he radiated without showing any of his face was astounding. The small child traveled beside you in his floating pram. Oftentimes, your relationship to the Mandolorian was misinterpreted, making it the topic of conversation whenever someone approached the two of you.

You worked for him. Hired as a nanny on board the Razorcrest. That was the extent of the relationship as far as you were aware. Over the weeks of staying on the ship, perhaps he could now also call you a friend, but you doubted you’d ever be more.

About a month after you had joined the very small crew (your presence actually making it a crew) he heard you from your bunk in the middle of the night. He had been woken up by a nightmare, and was heading to the ‘fresher when he heard the muffled moans from the other side of the door to your bunk.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t done the same most nights. Despite the way the armor portrayed him, the man was severely touch starved and also quite the hopeless romantic. He’d never had someone whom he co-existed with on this level and everyday the two of you grew closer and closer. He loved to watch you, hidden under the protection of the helmet, take care of the child. It was something he longed for, both of you to be his- his clan, his family. The idea was his long harbored dream to have people who he could share his life with and care for.

However, he feared the aspects of what attracted you to him were not actually him. He feared you were attracted and wanted the Mandolorian and Din Djarin would pale in comparison to the bounty hunter in the beskar. You’d never seen him without any of his armor, except maybe no gloves sometimes in passing. In comparison to the man he knew he presented outwardly, there was no way he thought what lied underneath would be enough.

But there he stood, frozen in place at the sounds coming from your bunk. The door was sealed shut, but he stood there regardless- his eyes staring intently at the door like he’d somehow be able to see through. The sounds were muffled by the doorway but he could still hear faintly the moans and curses leaving your lips. He felt his pants tighten and he strained to hold back a moan himself when his name escaped your lips. He wished it was his own, but the nickname was enough to drive him crazy.

When he snapped out of his trance, he realized he had been standing there for far too long. He became aware at how hard he was, and it was almost painful. He let out a soft, wanting groan, and headed back to his own bunk finishing himself off alone that night like usual.

The next week, you noticed how Mando was keeping his distance. Usually, the silences were never awkward like they once were. You both had reached the point of being able to share a silence. The comfortable quiet of the night on the razorcrest are now gone again. The rigidness of his demeanor followed him back home when he usually reserved that for the outside world. The only time now he seemed to be at ease was when he was handling the kid. The paternal love was unwavering. However, as soon as you were in the vicinity, his demeanor changed again.

That went on for about a week before you mustered up the courage to confront him. The child was asleep in his orb and you watched as Mando closed the lid.

“Did I do something?” You ask hesitantly, wrapping your arms around yourself. You heard him let out a sigh, distorted slightly by the modulator.

“No.” He walked by you and avoided further conversation by climbing up the ladder.

You waited a moment, just staring at the ladder, a little dumbfounded. It wasn’t like he was a man of many words but he at least could’ve been a little more compassionate. Over the weeks you’d spent on the ship, you knew he wasn’t acting like himself. He was keeping on the front he kept up outside the ship. You couldn’t figure out why.

“Can you please talk to me?” You asked, climbing up the ladder. The door in front of you opened and you took you seat in the copilots chair. He abruptly stopped everything and turned to face you immediately.

“What?” He asked shortly, the modulator making it sound especially more intimidating. His legs spread apart and he rested his elbows on his thighs, clasping his gloved hands together. If it wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“I-I,” you began, getting flustered and suddenly unable to confront him in the put together state you had wanted. “I noticed you’re acting differently... and I just- I just want to fix whatever I did wrong so we... we can go back to normal.”

Although you couldn’t see his eyes, his gaze felt incredibly heavy. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, his thighs spreading a little more. The helmet tilted to the side slightly, looking like he was trying to figure out what to say or do to you.

“I don’t think we can go back to normal,” he responds finally. You can’t hear that he’s messing with you. You’re convinced he’s going to drop you off at the next planet. Oh gods what did you do? You must’ve look horrified because you hear a low chuckle coming from the Mandolorian.

“Maybe we could,” he said standing up. He walked slowly over to you. He placed his hands on the armrests, his body towering over yours. “But I don’t know about you, mesh’la, but I definitely do not want that.”

“Y-you don’t?” You asked tentatively. You felt so small. Despite the visor you could just feel him staring right through you like you were as thin as paper. His gaze was burning a hole right through you.

“I don’t” he said, his amusement evident in his voice. “And I don’t think you want that either.”

“Oh..?” You questioned, a little shocked. You couldn’t think straight. You were sure he could see your legs shake at your nervousness. He was so close. And the way he was towering over you made your knees weak.

“I heard you, mesh’la,” he whispers huskily. “Please... tell me if this is okay...” His gloves fingers moving from where they gripped the armrest to ghost up your arm until the palm of his hand settled to cup your cheek. “Do you want this too?”

“Yes,” you breathed shakily. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were scared to move, like you’d wake yourself up and you’d find yourself alone in your bunk. “Mando- gods yes.”

“You’re so perfect, mesh’la,” he mumbles, his hands sliding down your body. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin following his touch. “Always so good to me.”

In a swift motion, he suddenly grips your waist and he effortlessly pulls you up so you are on his shoulder. You were shocked at how easily he was able to accomplish this. His large hand gripped the back of your thighs and somehow carried you down the ladder to his bunk fairly seamlessly.

When the door to his bunk slid closed, the room became pitch black as he carefully placed you on his bunk. You couldn’t see anything in the darkness. But you heard the rustlings of Mando taking off the beskar armor and the clicks of releasing his helmet.

You felt the mattress dip and his larger frame climb over you. His hands held him up and you felt the tickle of a mustache and stubble as his soft lips peppered kisses up your neck and jaw.

Your hands instinctively reached to run through his hair. You couldn’t specify a color of course but you could feel his gorgeously messy curls.

“So long I’ve wanted you just like this,” Mando groaned in your ear. It was the first time hearing his voice without the hindrance of the helmet. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt and you helped him strip you of it before attaching his lips to yours.

You felt him smiling against your lips and the feeling of his hands wandering your body was enough to drive you crazy. His hands were large and soft, but still you could feel a few callouses on the palms. He basked in the feeling of your skin against his.

Breaking away from the kiss, he pulled off his remaining clothes and you did the same, both of you just desperately trying to have as much skin touching as physically possible. Mando loved the feeling of your skin and he showed you by using his hands to touch every part of you.

Just the feeling of his hands drove you crazy. It was intoxicating just like the rest of the man hovering above you. Your fingers grazed his back and left small scratches, the sensation making him moan softly against your lips. One hand slipped down to your thighs and instinctively you spread your legs for him.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against your neck, his breath hot. You let out a moan as a response and then a gasp when his fingers found your clit. “You’re so wet for me mesh’la.”

“Mando- please,” you manage to breathe, your head falling back into his pillow as he rubs your clit teasingly slow. “I need you.”

He leans down and leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your chest. He begins to suck tantalizingly on your hardened nipple and then places two fingers inside you. You moan out his name in pure ecstasy when he begins pumping them in and out, switching his lips to suck on your other breast.

His fingers were magic. The way they moved so effortlessly to your body just felt perfect. Like he had touched you a million times and knew just how to treat it. It was amazing. “I-I’m close..,” you managed to moan out and he pulled away at your words. The detachment made you groan, at the sudden feeling.

He connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss as he slid his hardened cock into you. “F-fuck,” he moans against your lips, “you’re so tight, mesh’la. It feels so right.”

You wrap your leg around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Your hands wrap around his neck pulling him into another passionate kiss. You savor every moan he makes and your own moans fill the small space as he moves in and out of you.

The moment is so full of love and intimacy. He’s treating you with such care and unwavering affection. This isn’t like your fantasy, but this to you was so much better. The moments you fantasized about were based on the armor, not the man underneath. The armor was all you knew, but now in his own way, he’s baring himself to you as much as he could in the way he knew how. He loved you and if he couldn’t say all that he wanted to say, he would show you.

“Mando,” you moaned as his lips trailed down from yours to kiss and bite your neck. “You feel incredible.”

“You’re so tight, sarad,” he moans, his breath hot against your ear. “Oh kair’ta..”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you whisper, your Mando’a broken and you weren’t sure you were even pronouncing it right.

“Fuck,” he groaned at your words. The sound of his language on your lips affecting him in such a way. He could listen to you speak that way forever. “I love you too,” he moans, “I love you so much.”

As you feel your getting close to your release, you feel his strides become more sloppy and you know he’s close too. Your head sinks into the pillow and your back arches at the sensation.

“I-I’m close,” you manage to say amongst the other noises you release.

“Cum for me, mesh’la,” he states feeling his own orgasm fast approaching. He grips your hips tightly, and continues his thrusts, the feeling of you tightening around him, sending him over the edge. “Fuck,” he gasps, as he reaches his orgasm. The feeling of him as overwhelming as the sensation triggers your own release.

When you are both finish, he pulls out of you and you sigh at the lack of contact. He lays down and pulls you into his chest, holding you closely. You can feel his heartbeat and his heavy breathing. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, wanting to be just as close to him.

“Can this be our new normal?” You ask softly, and you feel his chest rumble as he laughs gently.

“I want you like this everyday for the rest of my life,” he confesses, his hands comfortingly rubbing your back. The two of you just enjoy the moments of peace in your new found bliss before getting up to clean yourselves.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing your forehead tenderly.

With you in his arms, his son sleeping soundly in another part of his ship, he realized his dream was unfolding for him in these moments of quiet you both shared together in darkness. He’d one day show you his face, and share his real name- and give you everything you could ever want. He intends to marry you, and give you a better life than the one you currently share on the crest. As he lays there, with you in his arms, he finds so much comfort in the feeling- knowing it’s something he can allow himself to get used to.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

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Senpai_fuckboy312

Summary:

Its the new year, high schoolers are going back to school and life is going on normally. Except Ciel Phantomhive realizes something weird about his Dance and Music teacher. Maybe it was the black hair or red eyes. Or maybe it was the fact that he made his heart race out of his little chest. Who knows?

So curious and frustrated about the reason, Ciel in his own little way investigates his teacher, Mr. Michaelis...

BUT will his friends get in the way? Will the fact that he's only 15 ruin everything that he slowly wants?

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE KUROSHITSUJI CHARACTERS AND I KNOW I'M NOT DOING THEY'RE REAL AGE. (Really they're only a year older and stuff) THIS IS JUST A WORK OF FICTION AND STUFF. AND BE WARNED, UNDERAGED SMUT SHALL BE IN HERE :D

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

“Ooooooh Cieeeeel~!” The bubbly blonde girl bounced through the halls, paying no attention to the peers who either gave her a dirty look or a grin as she launched herself into Ciel Phantomhive's arms. The pair went down with a thud, Elizabeth giggling on top of her first loves body. The boy however didn’t find it as funny as he frowned, holding his head.

“Really Elizabeth, was that necessary? You act like you haven’t seen me over break.” He complained, giving her a dull stare. She laughed none the less, getting up with a grin then dusting off her school skirt. Ciel followed her lead, dusting off his slacks then picking up his things for school. Most of their classmates walked on by, some in glee as they greeted their friends while others rushed to class.

“So mean Ciel~! My names Lizzy! Li-zzy. L-I-Z-Z-Y.” As many times as the girl had told him to call her by her nickname, he still didn’t follow. It wasn’t to annoy her or anything, he just liked Elizabeth better. Before he could give some lame excuse, he was once again tackled by a blur of blond.

“Hello there, Ciel! Miss me? I bet you diiiid!” The owner of the voice was none other than Alois Trancy, Mr. Popular in Fifth form. Ciel groaned mentally as cerculum eyes gazed down in his own happily. The thing about this individual was that he was very.. weird. His personality could go from Lizzy to Mr. Sutcliff the Wood Chop teacher when having a bad hair day in a matter of seconds. Plus Alois had been after Ciel since the minute he saw Navy Blue/Violet eyes in second form. “C’mon Ciel, lets go get some breakfast,” Alois was already on his feet, tugging Ciel up by the hand and dragging him down the hall. Lizzy would’ve followed the two but Timber, Canterbury, and Thompson blocked her way. She was annoyed at the flunked triplets but they didn’t budge.

“I already ate my breakfast Jim.” Ciel sighed, watching as the blond continued to drag him to the line where the lunch man was serving hotcakes, eggs, and bacon. Abruptly, Alois turned around and was in Ciel’s face with a scowl.

“Don’t call me Tim.” Was all he said before the irritated expression vanished and was replaced with a smile. “And so what? I want to talk to you so just get a juice or something.” Once again he was being dragged by the older boy until they were both sat at a table. Ciel actually listened to the boy and got a juice while Alois happily ate his bacon. They were quiet for a while before Alois cleared his throat. “I found my brother over break.” Ciel nearly spat out his drink as he gazed at the sixteen year old with shock. Sure Alois may be annoying and obnoxious but Ciel still listened to his story. He had lost his brother a couple years back, unsure where to find the poor boy. Alois would’ve died if it weren’t for Miss Anna-fellows who saved him and became his legal guardian.

“Why are you here at school then?” Ciel quickly composed himself but carefully watched Alois. He didn’t want the boy to explode again because he accidentally said the wrong thing.

“Hannah.” He pouted, stabbing one of the sliced pancakes. “She made me go and even got the bloody triplets on me. But Luka will be attending this school soon.” His tone went soft at the name of his beloved brother. Ciel examined the almost blissful expression that settled on the blonds face. He had to admit, Alois was pretty for a boy.

“CIEL!” The two boys stiffened at the slightly angry bubbly voice. Lizzy stomped over and grabbed her childhoods friend by the collar. At times like this, Ciel hated his height. “We are going to be late for Mr. Michaelis class. Now come on.” And like that Ciel was being dragged off by another blonde.

The classroom was wasn’t even close to full yet. It was only them, Timber, a girl from third form and one of the best dancers in school. This class was the only dance class the school provided. Ciel also had this teacher two others times in the day because Mr. Michaelis was his homeroom and Music teacher. He was an unusual teacher. Well, compared to Mr. Sutcliff he was normal but he also wore this grin. The grin had sent shivers down Ciel’s spine when he first met the teacher. Not only was his grin weird but his hair cut was odd for a man his age. Not that he was old, he looked no older that twenty one but he was a teacher. He couldn’t be crazy young especially to get a job at an academy such as St. Harris. There was also another weird thing about this teacher. Ciel didn’t want to be rude but he felt that Mr. Michaelis wasn’t necessarily.. straight. Maybe it was because of the attention he would give to Ciel and Ciel only (Not trying to be vain but) or how he put up with Mr. Sutcliff’s flirtation. There was also no sign of the man having a lover.

“Good morning, Mr. Michaelis!” Lizzy beamed when the teacher dressed in his usual clothes walked in. He seemed to have a thing for tail coats even if he wore just a button up or a polo under it. Today his hair was pulled back neatly by some clips, his favorite baton casually placed between his ear. The teacher froze for a second, then flashed Lizzy his trademark grin, eyes closing in the process and his head tilting. Ciel rolled his eyes and looked out the window as Elizabeth chatted merrily with the teacher. It wasn’t until the bell rang that Ciel faced Mr. Michaelis again. He was standing in the middle of the almost oval classroom, that carefree grin painting his face. The class was silent as they waited for him to speak.

“Welcome back students! I hope you guys enjoyed break.” There was an out of tune chorus of ‘yeahs!’ and the classroom was alive like that. The teacher waited a bit before clapping his hands twice, a signal to get everyones attention while getting them to shut up. “Lovely. Since we just got back from such a cold break we’re not going to do much dancing. Actually today we’re going to watch,” He paused, with a smirk. Some kids started a drumroll as he gracefully moved across the room. Ciel glared when he passed him, a wink being sent to the blue raven haired boy much to his abashment. He pulled out the classic movie ‘West Side Story’ with a wide smile. The girls cheered while most of the guys groaned (except Timber who was quiet as usual). Ciel glared to the ground, annoyed at how fast his heart continued to drum on. Why does that bloody teacher give him the weirdest reactions? He's just a teacher anyways. Ciel’s aunt would kill him anyways if he didn’t stick to Elizabeth.

See, Ciel’s family had died when he was little. It was before being on your phone while driving was big and hated upon. One night while Anne was watching over Lizzy and Ciel, Mrs. and Mr. Phantomhive had left for a date in want of some peace from there hectic life. Everything thing had seemed fine, Tanaka was sorting out some files for the master, Finnian was working clumsily in the garden, MeyRin was cleaning at her best and even Baldroy was practicing on his cooking. Ciel and Lizzy were playing with his favorite toy, Noah’s ark while Anne watched them happily, chatting with Nina Hopkins, Elizabeth’s butler. Nothing seemed wrong and no one had a bad feeling. But the call still came.

“Hello?” Anne answered with a smile, watching her nephew play with his future fiancée.

“Is this the home of the Phantomhive’s?” A gruff voice asked on the other side of the line, making Anne furrow her thin red eyebrows, trying to figure out who was calling. She had just picked up the home phone without bothering to check who was calling.

“Yes, I’m the sister of Rachel Phantomhive. May I ask who this is?” There was a long silence, one that made the lady nervous.

“This is 999. I’m sorry but… there was an accident.” Her grip on the phone tightened as her heart raced. “They’re being sent to the Royal London Hospital now. I-“ She hung up and rushed for Ciel. Everyone was now on alert as she hurried to get him and herself ready, shouting out snappy orders. Tanaka was by her side as soon as he got the news, the other three seeing Elizabeth and Nina out.

“The Royal Hospital Tanaka.” Anne ordered, settling the frightened Ciel in. His eyes were wide as ever, the purple one shedding the first tear. “Shh. It’s going to be alright Ciel.” She soothed, pulling the small boy against her while running her hands through his soft hair. The drive was silent until they got there where the real chaos started.

They didn’t make it. The person driving had used such force with such a large car that the damage was horrendous. The two were both on beds, barely breathing. There was a shard of window glass stuck right between Rachel’s lungs and Vincent was suffering severe head damage from the wheel and air bag. Sure they had all the money to fix it but the two weren’t strong enough. It almost seemed planned to Anne. Even though the driver had died with a phone in hand being cased under texting and driving, she was highly suspicious.

The funeral was a week later. And in that week Ciel never smiled. Not to his aunt or the confused Lizzy. He would get lost in thought, something that scared his aunt because he was just so young. At the funeral he didn’t shed a tear. He had just stared down at his parents in there coffins, frowning down at them like he was disappointed on how weak they were. People apologized, said their wishes or hugged him but he was like a robot.

“Ciel?” The boy jumped at the whisper of his teacher. His eyes widened as he looked at the man right in his face. Instead of that usual grin he looked concerned. Looking around, he saw the classroom was empty. “The bell rang for Second period. I’ll write you a pass.” He was gone like that, already to his desk on the other side of the room. The movie was paused showing that they hadn’t finished it today. Ciel sighed, rubbing at his eyes. How did he get so caught up in the past? He hasn’t thought of that day in ages. Not even in his dreams. “Here.” The pass was in his face and all he did was stare at it. Blinking again, he took it carefully then stood up, wobbling a bit because his legs had fallen asleep. He would’ve fell over if two strong hands came to steady him. They were gripping his tiny waist, blood eyes zeroing in on Ciel to make sure he was okay. Feeling his face flame up, Ciel batted away his teachers hands and took a step to the side.

“Uhm..” He mumbled, trying not to say something absurd. Dozens of thoughts ran through his mind. Like how big his hands felt or how cold but nice they were. Or even how his body tingled at the feeling of Mr. Michaelis’s eyes taking in his form. “Thank you.” Fortunately, his voice came out normal and bored, unlike his brain. Finally the teachers smile formed but for some reason as he closed his eyes and tilted his head, Ciel's heart began to race.

“I’ll see you fifth period alright?” Ciel nodded and quickly made his way out of the spacey room. Why were they so close in such a big room? Why was his heart drumming so hard?

“Ciel!” His thoughts crashed as Alois appeared in front of him, holding the same late pass in his own hands. “Lets get to Sutcliff’s before he goes crazy.” Nodding, he followed the blond to Wood Shop, trying to get those red eyes out of his mind.

Chapter 2

Summary:

:D

Chapter Text

“Passes.” Sutcliff didn’t miss a beat as soon as the two boys -or brats as he referred to them- walked in. When they gave their slips to him, the fiery red head began to giggle loudly. “Sebby!” The whole class groaned at the horrible nickname for the dance teacher. It wasn’t uncommon for the teacher to out of no where start talking about his dearest ‘Sebby’ during class. Especially when someone came from the ravens class. Ciel and Alois quickly took their seats in the back, waiting for the next order or project from Mr. Sutcliff. “Ahem.” He finally came out of his daze and looked around the class. “I would say welcome back but you guys are all brats that I could care less about. So how about we just watch some boring documentary on wood okay? Okay.” He laughed to himself before pressing play. The class groaned again at the thought of watching something as boring as a documentary. One about wood to make it worse. So it wasn’t a shock when friends began to whisper when it started. Sutcliff was in his chair with headphones on and a wicked grin so Alois leaned against Ciel.

“You came from Michaelis?” Alois whispered, messing around with the ring on his finger. Ciel blushed, the thought of the teachers smile getting the same reaction as before. In fear that the blond would hear it, he pushed him off his shoulder and buried his face in his arms.

“Yeah. I zoned out. You?” Ciel snuck a peek at Alois to see his expression. He was surprised when his porcelain tinted pink. Was Alois.. blushing?

` “S-Stupid Mr. Faustus. He gave me a bloody detention because I threw a button at Lizzy. Its not my fault though. She kept yapping on about cute things and how cute you and her were together. Which is dumb because everyone knows I look way better by your side.” He had stammered at the beginning but ended with wiggling eyebrows which made Ciel warningly tilt his chair back.

“I don’t get why you and Elizabeth have that need to bicker all the time. Its foolish.” Alois sighed, shaking his head.

“Its not foolish. You’re just dense.” And that was the start of the petty name calling. The two went on until the bell rang, “What lunch do you have?” Alois had grabbed Ciel by the blazer to stop him, narrowing his eyes.

“First. You?” Ciel knew the answer as soon as Alois squealed like a girl, hugged the shocked year 10 boy and skipped off. “So weird.”

The next two classes passed by normally. Unlike Ciels first two they handed out a syllabus and played dumb games to let the class get to know each other. There was one girl that stood out to Ciel in his fourth period. She must’ve been new because instead of the girls uniform she wore skinny jeans and a baggy hoodie, pure white headphones resting around her neck. She was quiet and seemed to have only one friend which was an older boy with white hair. He also didn’t have the school uniform and instead wore dark jeans and a dirty long sleeved. They also had weird names. Doll and Snake the teacher had called them.

Other from that nothing unusual happened in those two classes so he was off to lunch.

“Ciel!”

“Cieeel~!”

Flinching at the two voices calling his name, he took off knowing the blondes would follow him anyway.

“CIEL?!” They both gasped loudly before they followed him. He ran to his locker, grabbed his lunch then ran outside. He was out of breath as soon as he got out the door so Elizabeth being on the track team caught up with him in ease. She stopped him with a pout..

“Why’d you run away?”

“I-“

“He realized that your face isn’t as cute as mine and freaked out because he doesn’t know how to tell you.” Alois butted in with a smirk, panting lowly. Lizzy gasped, hitting the blond.

“He was running from you too, meanie!”

“Thats because our love must stay hidden so he has to play it cool.”

“Thats so not true! Right Ciel? Tell him its not true!”

“Oh believe it blondie locks. You should see how Ciel acts at my house. He even wore my sh-“

“Enough!” Ciel finally cut in with a red face. Sure he knew everything Alois was spewing out were lies but sometimes the older boy could get way into detail that it worried him. “I’m hungry so I ran. Now go get your lunches already before the bell rings again.” The two were wide eyed but nodded anyways, the triplets already waiting for Alois while some girls from Elizabeth’s homeroom were giggling as she hugged Ciel then ran off to them. Ciel sighed, finally having peace as he settled against his favorite tree and began to eat the sandwich Baldroy prepared. He was getting better at least.

“I’m shocked you’re all by yourself.” Ciel jumped as he came face to face with Mr. Michaelis. The teacher laughed, taking a step back while the teen tried to regather oxygen. He willed his heart to slow down at the feeling of the teachers eyes on him but it wouldn’t do. So he went with the best next thing and gave the raven a blank look.

“How so?”

“Well.. you’re usually surrounded by those blondes.” Mr. Michaelis hummed, taking out an apple from seemingly nowhere and taking a happy bite. Ciel watched like a weirdo then cleared his throat.

“I could say the same thing. Usually Mr. Faustus is on your case or Mr. Sutcliff’s trying to get into your pants.” His gaze was now on the teachers black nails. Does he paint them? How did he not notice them before? He was pulled out from his mini questionnaire by the teachers joyous laughter. Surprised, he watched pure amusement and a genuine smile show on his teachers happy face. Now Ciel was curious. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that he talked about a man wanting to get into his pants. Does that confirm his suspicion? “Are you gay?” He blurted, making Mr. Michaelis’s laughter pause. His eyes opened and his grin fell. Blinking a couple times, he stared down at Ciel cautiously. “I apologize. You don’t have to answ-“

“Yes.” Ciel nearly choked on his own words as his head snapped up at the taller man. “Don’t worry though. I’m not targeting any of the boys here. I don’t date kids.” For some reason, Ciel felt a horrible pang in his heart at those words. But he didn’t let anything show and took another bite with a nod.

“Its against the law anyways.” He finally mumbled, his heart still racing even after hearing that horrible fact. It was quiet for a while, the only sound being the noise from the other kids and some animals but it was interrupted by Ciel’s two favorite blondes. Cough Cough, sarcasm cough cough.

“CIEEEEE- Mr. Michaelis?” Lizzy stopped herself as the teacher turned around at the noise. He flashed the two blondes a smile, adding a small wave.

“Hello Miss Midford. Don’t worry, I was just leaving.” And without a goodbye to Ciel, the teacher was strolling back to the school. He didn’t say anything as his friends sat on opposite sides of him, Elizabeth on the left and Alois on the right.

“Hmm.. I don’t know if I like that guy.” Alois’s comment brought Ciel out of his blur of thoughts. He faced him now, tilting his head curiously. “If he likes you he can easily get you. Me and blondie locks have to actually try.” He ended it with a pout, crossing his arms and glaring at the sky. “Thats no fun nor fair.”

“Heyyy~! Ciel’s mine, Trancy. I don’t have to try at all!” Elizabeth huffed, linking her arm with Ciel.

“I already told you. Ciel likes me honey. We both may be flat as a board but-“ Lizzy had tackled the blue eyed blond by now, screeching from embarrassment as her face flamed red. Alois laughed loudly the whole time as she hit him randomly. It didn’t hurt and seeing her frustrated amused him.

“You guys…” Ciel tried awkwardly. He couldn’t really comfort Elizabeth because when she hits that point, theres no going back. Cute things, hugs, or compliments are practically nothing.

“You’re so stupid! I don’t like you! Meanie, Meanie, Meanieeee!” As Lizzy was going to hit Alois once more, she was lifted off before her tiny hands could touch the blond again. Timber and Canterbury were holding her gently while Thompson was calmly fixing Alois up.

“The bell rang.”

“We should go.”

“What he said.” As usual the three talked orderly before walking off. The two blondes and raven jumped up and ran to the large school building.

“You guys be good.” Ciel warned at the hall way that would separate him from them. The two had the next class together and he didn’t need them getting into more trouble on the first day. Lizzy stuck her tongue out before running off while Alois sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m serious though. Be careful around that teacher.” He said before walking off calmly, hands buried in his short pockets. Puzzled, Ciel began to walk to his class, gliding past his peers smoothly then taking his seat by the window. One of the rules was not to get your instrument until class started so he began to think of what Alois said. What was with the warning? Its illegal in the first place and Mr. Michaelis is a guy. There are just too many bad things that would come from that. Not only would his aunt have his head but so would Elizabeth and the media.

Two claps pulled him out of his thoughts. The teacher stood in the center like usual, standing at perfect posture as he gazed around the classroom. As if on cue, the bell rang.

“Please get your instruments.” At once, the class got up and either went to the shelfs to the right of the room or to the door where they left their instrument after coming in the class. Ciel groaned, realizing he forgot his at home. So he walked up to the teacher sheepishly, although he didn’t show it.

“I left mine at home. Can I cal-“

“Nope. You can flip the pages for me today. No, even better. Can you play piano?” I was confused but nodded anyways. “We’re going to need that for the song we’re practicing so go on.” With a sigh, he shuffled over the the huge instrument and sat down. Some of the kids gave him a weird look but he glared at them, making their rude eyes look away hurriedly. “Okay! As you can see we have Mr. Phantomhive playing the piano today! Wonderful, right?” Some noises of agreements filled the pause. “Please go to page 138. This is one of the songs we’re learning for the upcoming pep rally.” Once everyone was ready, the classroom was filled with the noise of stringed instruments and the every now and then comment from Mr. Michaelis.

“Good work everyone. Please pack up now, the bells about to ring.” Ciel stayed at the piano, running a finger over the keys. He liked the piano much more than the violin but he had got his violin from his mother before.. the accident so he learned it for her. It was one of the ways he made himself happy if he were sad from thinking of his parents. Not that he would admit it to anyone though. “You did marvelous at the piano Ciel.” He flinched at the mans voice, hating how once again his heart sped up. Facing the teacher, he shrugged without showing any sign of joy from the compliment.

“I’ll bring my violin tomorrow.” and with that the bell rang so Ciel got up. He was ready to go to his next class with Mr. Spears but the hand on his arm stopped him. Freezing, he turned his head to see Mr. Michaelis holding his arm with a small smile.

“I need to have a word with you, Ciel. How about you stay after today?” For some reason, Ciel could feel his face heat up as if there was some stupid message behind his teachers words. Nodding quickly, he took his arm back with a small glare before hurrying off to his next class.

Chapter 3

Summary:

So this took an unexpected turn in my brain but I like it :D ENJOYYYY~

PS

just in case you guys dont know who anne is (i doubt it tho) its Madame Red xD and SHANKS FOR LE LOVELY KUDOS AND COMMENTS AND BOOKMARKS I'M SOOOO PROUUUUD

Chapter Text

“Can I come over today Ciel?” Elizabeth asked Ciel as they walked to their lockers. The final bell of the day rang so everyone was getting ready to leave. Ciel was going to shrug, not really having an opinion about the blonde coming over but then he remembered. He had to stay after school with Mr. Michaelis.

“Uh, no. I have to stay after with Michaelis.” Lizzy pouted, making a small noise of complaint.

“Thats no fun. That means you might go home with Trancy..” Ciel arched a brow, watching the slight pink color the girls face at this action.

“Is that.. jealousy I hear?” If he were like any normal high school boy, he probably would’ve smiled or smirked but those were actions unknown to him. The closest he’s got to a smile was his first year at this school. It was also when he first met Alois who immediately started something with Elizabeth. Somehow they’re bickering was amusing and he had let a small corner tick up. A set of green and blue eyes had stared at him at awe which made him regret it instantly. Since then he’s been more aware about his reactions to the blonde duo.

“Che! Me, jealous of Alois?! Ha! Funny. I-I’m going to go now… Bye Ciel!!!” She pecked his cheek quickly with a red face then ran off like usual, her friends going after her. Shaking his head, he shut his locker and almost yelped when he saw Alois leaning against the one next to his.

“So you’re staying after too eh? Remember my warning about that guy.” And then he spun around happily and began to walk down the hallway whistling an unfamiliar tune. Confused, Ciel walked on to the music/dance room. He was about to pull open the door but someone beat him to the punch. He was shocked when he saw Mr. Faustus at the door, hair a mess and eyes darker than usual. The man simply smirked, fixing his small tie then walked past Ciel. A bit suspicious, Ciel’s eyes looked for Mr. Michaelis and almost died at the sight.

His teachers first couple buttons were undone and his coat for the first time was discarded on the floor. His usually naturally weird hair was a horrid mess and– was that a love bite?!

He wanted to leave at the sight. His heart was pumping loudly in his ears and he knew his eyes were as wide as saucers. He kept looked at the hair, his neck, the delicate coat on the floor, then to his crimson eyes. The teacher looked almost as surprised as him, as if he wasn’t expecting Ciel to actually come or something. But what really hurt Ciel about the situation was when his teacher said this,

“Afternoon Ciel.” With a delighted smile. Something crazy must’ve come over Ciel because his legs were making him walk to the teacher. He didn’t say anything as his hand swiftly moved in the air and connect with Mr. Michaelis’s cheek. The man was now facing the left side with widened eyes, a slight stinging on his right cheek. He couldn’t utter a sound and Ciel knew this. He should’ve apologized right away but he continued to glare at the raven.

“What were you and Mr. Faustus doing?” Slowly, Mr. Michaelis faced the younger boy. His eyes were still widened but instead of a small ‘o’ on his lips, there was a smirk.

“Are you… jealous Mr. Phantomhive?” He said instead, grinning now. Ciel glared more, not allowing the blush that wanted to creep on his face show. Instead he walked over to the teachers desk and picked up his baton. In a way of declaration, he pointed it at the older man.

“Jealous or not, you are not allowed to see him. Or I’ll use this.” Ciel had no idea what the hell was spewing out of his mouth. But it wouldn’t stop. His teacher didn’t seemed annoyed or relatively mad at what he was saying. More than anything, Mr. Michaelis looked interested.

“And what gives you the right to order me around?” Ciel gulped. Now, the raven was mere inches away from him with that stupid smirk gracing his face. His bangs were swaying lightly from the open window and the tickle of it against Ciel’s head made his heart flutter.

“B-Because..” He paused, random words and thoughts jumbling in his mind. “Starting today, I am your Master.”

The room was dead silent. Navy blue gazing up at crimson red. Ciel could feel the warmth of the blush across his face. What if the man took it the wrong way? Like… that weird kinky shit in Fifty Shades of Grey. At the thought of that porn book Ciel frantically waved his hands with eyes as wide as saucers.

“NOT IN THAT WEIRD WAY!!!” He crossed his arms when Mr. Michaelis began to chuckle. “I meant.. starting today you’re my butler.” He quickly shut up and arched a brow at the student. Now it was his turn to cross his arms.

“Will I be getting paid?” Ciel nodded. “I don’t need money though.” The man said boredly, looking the other way much to Ciel’s annoyance.

“How else would I pay you?!” Ciel almost screamed (sadly) when he was bent down awkwardly against a random desk, the teacher hovering above him with a smirk. A cool finger caressed the blue/purple eyed boys cheek.

“What an unique eye..” Mr. Michaelis murmured, making Ciel stiffened. He hated when people pointed out that eye. He despised it with a passion. Why did one of his eyes have to be purple? Why couldn’t they both be blue like his mums? “You can repay me with,” Ciel was holding his breath at the pause. Why did the teacher have to be so melodramatic? This wasn’t some movie, this was Ciel’s life and shit. “You’ll see.. I have to wait a few weeks to see.” What a waste. But what shocked Ciel the most was when he leaned in slowly and pressed his soft lips against the boys forehead. It was such a gentle gesture that he hasn’t felt in so long that tears began to form in his eyes. Without a sound, the man pulled away and flashed the second genuine smile Ciel’s seen on him.

“F-Fool.” Was all the student could utter with the flaming blush igniting on his cheeks. In return he got another carefree grin before seeing the beautiful back of Mr. Michaelis.

“I’m home.” Was all Ciel said as he walked through the doors of his manor. Tanaka was first to greet him with a small bow before walking off to whatever direction he was probably headed early. Mey-Rin greeted him with a loud : “G’day Young Master!” then scurried off with a load of plates. He didn’t see the other two so he headed to his aunts study. Delivering the oak door two knocks, he walked through to see his Aunt on the phone, typing on the computer, and signing some paper. Tanaka was standing against the wall with a tray of food in hand.

“Au-“

“Shh wait one minute Ciel.” He was cut off before he could finish and all he could do was sigh. She continued to talk a bit longer then finally hung up with a victorious grin. Obviously she got some deal for the company. “Yes, Ciel?”

“I got my own butler. You’ll meet him tomorrow so please don’t be obnoxious.” And with that he left without another word to his aunt. He had homework anyway.

Chapter 4

Notes:

So uh, I'm not sure if I'm really good at one of the 'dramatic' scenes in here but i hope you like :DDDDDD

I DID THIS DURING SCHOOOOOL ;DDDD rebelism

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“Now repeat it all one more.” Ciel was staring down at his butler, Mr. Michaelis all ready. He had a suit on, his favorite tail coat hugging his upper body and nice shoes. Ciel was standing across from him in a deserted park, dressed in his own favorite jacket and some skinny jeans. It was after school so he had changed into his normal wear.

“Hello Madame Red. Its nice to meet you. What tea would you prefer? Ceylon or Assam? And then I’ll wait for her reply then introduce myself as Sebastian Michaelis, your new personal butler. You will then pull out the contract that I signed and I will stay by your side quietly as she examines it. The rest is unpredictable.”

“And what will you address me as?”

“Young Master.” The boy would’ve been smiling if he were like others. Something about hearing his new butler say those words made him feel all fluffy and shit. The way Elizabeth felt about cute things really.

“Now lets go.” Sebastian bowed before trailing behind the boy to the already waiting limo. The pair got in, Sebastian across from Ciel who couldn’t help but stare at the man. What was it about him anyways. Its not like the butler was any different from a guy. They all had disgusting penis’s that in no way shape or form would Ciel take in interest in and they didn’t have boobs. Even with those thoughts in mind, blue eyes traveled down to the mans crotch area, a flaming blush coloring his cheeks at the thought of what his looked like.

“Are you hot, Young Master?” The voice instantly (and quite embarrassedly) pulled Ciel from his thoughts. Sebastian sat there with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow, as if he knew already what the fifteen year old was thinking. At the horrid thought, he practically choked on air all bug eyed and red faced. All the butler did was grin because the bastard knew exactly what he was doing. So when he settled the younger boy on his lap, the fuss that came after was expected.

“What’re you doing?!” Ciel shrieked, holding in the inner shiver because he could feel so clearly through Sebastian's pants. And he found out then that the man definitely wasn’t small. In any way, shape or form was he small. He was so startled when gloved hands began to run through his hair.

“Comforting you. You’re too young to be so stressed Young Master.” He whispered in Ciel’s ear, knowing that the boy was probably erupting with different reactions everywhere. The man had been curious about the prideful boy for a while. Sure he and Claude could satisfy each others devilish hunger for a bit but honestly it was like feeding a starving bear a grape. He also knew that Claude liked that blond who was always around Ciel. So it was weird doing that to each other and having Ciel walk in on that was horrible. But the reaction was unexpected for Sebastian. A prideful but easily jealous young master huh? Oh how his appetite was growing for the marvelous Ciel Phantomhive.

“I don’t need comfort.” Ciel grumbled, glaring out the window without bothering to move. With a hum of delight, the butler got comfy himself as they slowly neared to the large Phantomhive manor in which Madame Red would be impatiently waiting for her nephew.

The pair strolled in the manor without any worries. Tanaka bowed but still had that confused gleam even as he kept a pleased face on. Mey-Rin blushed harder than Ciel has in the couple days at the sight of a new butler in all black. Finnian gave a joyous hello but had stopped mid way with shock in his eyes. It was as if he recognized Sebastian which put Ciel off but he continued up the stairs to his Aunts Study.

“I’m serious Sebastian. You cannot mess this up.” The butler didn’t say a word but nodded, watching curiously as his master took a deep breath then opened the door. Was this Madame Red really that scary that she shook the pride from his next interest? “Au-“

“CIEL!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS WHEN LIZZY CALLED ME, FREAKING OUT ABOUT WHERE YOU WERE?!?!” Ciel was pounced by a flurry of red, vibrant eyes filling with tears. Ciel sighed, wincing a bit but never the less stole a tear that went rogue.

“I apologize Aunt. But I told you that you were going to meet my butler today.” At the word butler, the women sprung up and straightened up, eyes landing immediately on the man dressed in black. She was taken back at his appearance mostly. His bangs were longer then her hair and for some odd reason, his eyes seemed to be more red if possible than hers.

Sebastian was just as shocked as she was. He didn’t expect a direct look a like of Ciel being that she was his aunt but they had zero similarities. The boy gave off more of a blue color with his hair and eyes, a trademark glare always set on his face even if he wasn’t mad. His aunt was just a glob of red. Red hair, eyes, clothing, and even her presence gave off something.. red. It was all so weird but Sebastian didn’t miss a beat as he bowed once then made excellent eye contact.

“Good afternoon Madame Red. I am Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel’s new butler. Which would you prefer, Ceylon or Assam?” The introduction came easy. Ciel just waited by the sides for his aunts answer. Her gaze seemed highly suspicious but in a way, relieved. But that small silence was indeed small.

SMACK!

Ciel had only blinked. One little blink and then heard a loud smack of skin on skin. One that sounded too harsh to begin with. He was in pure shock and terror when he saw a faint red print on Sebastian's pale cheek, his aunts hand still in the air. She was glaring at the butler now, as if he had done something relatively offensive. Did Ciel miss something?

“Get out. I don’t want to see you ever again near my Nephew.” Suddenly Ciel was pressed up against his aunt, almost in some protective way the was so foreign to him, he didn’t know how to react. Sebastian only narrowed his eyes, a totally different smile forming. It wasn’t that charming one or the devious smirk. It was more of a small opened mouth one that made his eyes go darker. “Ciel, don’t associate yourself with that, trash.” What the hell was going on?!

“Wait whats go-“

“BALDROY!!” His aunt yelled over him for the cook, only seconds later the goggles wearing blond bursting though on guard. His eyes widened when he saw Sebastian standing across from the Mistress.

“Seb-“

“Get him out of here!” Ciel was so confused by now. Why was there recognition in Baldroys eyes at the sight of the man? How did they know each other? And why the hell was his aunt making such a fuss!?

“Don’t!” Finally Ciel spoke up as he thrusted his arm out of his aunts grip and stood in front of the butler who honestly was shocked. The boy didn’t even know why his aunt was acting like she was and still sided with him? In some weird way, he was touched.

“Ciel!” Madame Red exclaimed red faced. Right now she reminded Ciel of the Red Queen. He was honestly expecting her to scream : “OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!”.

“Why are you trying to send my butler away?! He is not yours is he? And the contract has already been done.” And like that Madame Red was on her knees searching for some sign of a permanent contract that she knew her little nephew will never be able to erase. She searched hurriedly, pushing up sleeves or lifting up his shirt much to his shock and embarrassment. “A-Aunt Anne!!” He pushed her away wide-eyed, even more confused about what she was doing. Sure he just lied about the contract -Sebastian hasn’t actually signed it yet- but she didn’t have to go all crazy and shit. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” He hissed, blue/violet eyes glaring furiously.

“Th-The contract.. where is it?” She whispered, tears building in her eyes. Ciel was astonished. In just a matter of seconds his usual sassy and straight forward Aunt had lost her cool. Now she was on her knees with tears gently streaming down her face as her bright red lips trembled.

“Auntie…” He mumbled, taking two steps towards her. She now had her head buried in her hands as sobs loudly wracked through her. Cautiously, Ciel began to rub her shoulder to calm her down but she continued on.

“Ple-please don’t do it Ciel. Not you..”

He couldn’t say anything. No words of comfort or something to stop whatever she was thinking. He didn’t know what to say. Sending a sideways glance at where he once was, Ciel was relieved to see Sebastian still there. He wasn’t smiling or frowning though. His face was impassive. Those crimson eyes seemed to glow now, as if it was reflecting some emotion he was secretly feeling.

“Please calm down.. I have to go-“

“CIEL!” He softly pushed away her hand and took a step back. He could feel Sebastian hovering behind him, his intense gaze burning into his back.

“Baldroy, please have Mey-Rin help her. I will be back in a bit.” He snatched his soon-to-be butlers gloved hand and lead him outside until they reached Ciel's future car. He was going to start driving soon so it was a birthday present last month. “You drive. We’re going to your place.”

“Of course, Young Master.” With a pleased grin, he bowed then opened the door for his little master to go through. Without any facial changes, he boarded on silently and waited to reach the butlers house.

Chapter 5

Summary:

Sorry for taking a while enjoyyyy c;

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“Is this it?” Ciel questioned when the car came to a stop. They were outside a familiar manor but he couldn’t figure out why it looked familiar.

“Yes, this is where I’m currently staying.” Sebastian answered with a small grin. Ciel didn’t look to much in to it and walked out as soon as his door was opened by the butler. They reached the front entrance, Ciel standing by quietly as Sebastian pulled out his key. It didn’t take long for him to unlock the many locks on the dark violet then to open the creaking door right after. Ciel eyes when he looked at the interior of the manor. How could a teacher who makes so little have so much?!

“This is your place?!” Ciel exclaimed, not caring how rude he sounded. Everything looks so nice. The stair case railing was gold, a purple carpet going up the steps themselves. Most of it reminded him of Alois. The plum colors and the bright cerulean furniture made him curious.

“Not all mine. I live here with.. Mr. Faustus.” Sebastian answered honestly. Why lie when theres a chance of the two running into each other later on. Ciel on the other hand felt a huge pang of jealousy strike through his heart, the organ beginning to beat a bit faster. He didn’t say anything as he hung his cane on the coat rack, also disposing of his coat with it. Just as he was about to take a step forward,

“Ciel?!!” And like that he was tackled again, meeting bright blue eyes. Grunting from the impact, he winced so he didn’t get to see the confused expression on the blonds face. “Why are you here? You could’ve texted me ya know.” He stated, crossing his arms as he leant back on the younger boy.

“Get off of me!” Ciel whined, trying to shove the older boy off who just giggled loudly, shaking his head.

“My house, my ru- Wait. You came here with him?” Alois cut his self off as he glared at the man dressed in butler attire. He began to piece the parts together and looked down at Ciel in horror. “No way! You’re not going to make a contract are you?!” Ciel didn’t get why his older friend seemed so worried by this. Almost everyone in school had a butler who drove them to school, brought their lunch, picked them up from school, etc. It was about time Ciel got his own. Even Elizabeth had hers.

“Wait so you knew Sebastian outside of school?” Ciel asked instead, realizing how odd it seemed. He was surprised when Alois turned a bright shade of red, making him feel a bit uneasy.

“Mr. Faustus… is kind of my butler so he brought him with him..” This shocked Ciel even more then necessary. When did Alois get a butler?! You’d figure he didn’t need one with those triplets watching his back like hounds. Plus Miss Anna-Fellows was pretty protective.

“And Hannah knows?” Alois nodded, finally getting off the smaller boy then offering a hand. Just when Ciel was going to take it, however, Sebastian’s gloved one swiftly grabbed his instead and pulled him up, the action causing Ciel to ram right into his chest. He stiffened when the soon to be butler leaned down just to whisper in his ear.

“I think thats enough contact between you two..” And then situated him casually to Sebastian's side. Alois was scowling at the whole exchange. He knew exactly what Sebastian wanted from Ciel. Being with Claude had made him realize why the teacher was always so nice and joyful around the boy. Call him a hypocrite for thinking so bad about what Ciel was wanting from Sebastian but he cared for the year 10 boy more than himself. Hell, he knew that compared to Ciel he was just trash with all he’s been through.

“Sebastian.” Ciel tensed at the FACS teachers voice. He appeared also all in black at the staircase, Hannah behind him holding… Luka’s hand. Ciel would’ve greeted Luka happily but the butler in front of the little boy stopped him from doing so. He was glued to his spot, only able to glare at older man.

“Hello Claude.” Sebastian nodded, knowing that there was a limit of how much he should say to the other butler. He could feel the jealousy rolling of of Ciel like waves. It amused him to know how much talking to the other man affected Ciel. Something so little can get under his skin that easy. Oh how Ciel Phantomhive intrigued him. “Hannah.” He bowed subtly at the women before taking a step back to be behind Ciel.

“Ciel!!!” The little boy squealed, leaving the woman whom he thought of as a mother’s side and raced down the stairs to lunge for Ciel. Ciel caught him happily, listening to his delightful giggles as he spun him around. “I’m back Ciel! I’m really back!” Nodding, he put the boy down as Alois stepped up. “Brotha!!” And like that he was attached to the blond, clinging onto him as if his life depended on it.

“Its great to see you again Ciel.” Hannah gave a small smile, pulling the Phantomhive heir into a hug that he returned while keeping a sharp eye on Sebastian.

“Hey Miss A.” He replied, finally making eye contact. Thats when he noticed something. “What happened to your eye?” He frowned, examining the carefully bandaged part. The right part of her face, mostly her eye was covered by wraps. Hannah just waved her hands as if it were no big deal.

“Nothing too bad, just an accident from the other day.” her gaze unconsiously looked at Alois who was now staring down at the floor. Ciel didn’t catch it as he just nodded with the frown still in place.

“How about we get to that contract now, Young Master.” Sebastian’s hand met Ciel’s shoulder making him tilt his head back a bit to see the butler. With a sigh and a nod, he took a step back.

“Sorry that I’m not here to see you guys. I just have some business right now but I will drop by again soon.” And with that, Sebastian was leading the younger boy to his room. All Alois could do was watch pitifully. He knew he couldn’t interfere on a deal with them. Plus Claude would probably stop him.

Sebastian’s door shut loudly, making Ciel jump at the noise. He apologized while locking it for privacy, moving towards Ciel with a small smirk. He had been waiting for this for a long time. He was just shocked he was able to play his cards like this and get so much.

“So you know what we’re doing, right?” Sebastian asked, trying to make sure everything was clear. Ciel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Do I look stupid?”

“Well your last test wasn’t-“ He was cut off by a pillow hitting his face and then seeing a scowling Ciel, pulling a chuckle from the butler in black.

“Just find a pen you imbecile.” Ciel muttered, pulling out the contract. This excited Sebastian even more. Oh how was he eager to get this contract started. Plus Ciel didn’t seem scared or hesitant, making the whole thing even better. Once he got a pen, he sat down across from the fifteen year old. The boy simply passed the paper to him and pointed to the bottom where he would sign. “You could re-read it if you’re unsure. Even if you’re not my butler, I will talk to you as if you were in school,” He said, leaning forward to watch the teacher. Sure his voice leaked with confidence but on the inside he was freaking out. Would he actually sign it or back out and embarrass him? What if he comes off too bratty?

“Done.” Sebastian’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, the paper now in front of his face. At the very bottom was the mans signature, ensuring the relationship which brought a surprising smirk to Ciel’s lips. Sebastian was shocked when he saw the facial expression. Sure it wasn’t a smile but its as pretty close to it and he was sure no ones ever seen him smile in years. He wanted to just stare at the slightly blissful face but he had to start his part of the deal. So carefully he took off his right glove with a smirk of his own. He could feel his eyes glow as his appetite for the boy grew even more now that he knew that Ciel would be his.

The movement of Sebastian caught Ciel’s eye so he watched as the butler discarded his glove. He was a tad confused as to why his eyes seemed to be a darker, more vibrant shade of red and- What was that?!?

Taking up most of the mans pale hand was some type of star. It glowed a purple that reminded him of his right eye, making him feel uneasy. The room seemed to grow darker, shadows creeping up the walls and all signs of light disappearing as if it were scared away. Sebastian just smiled through it all, too happy with what was going on to notice Ciel’s confused expression.

“Sebastian?!” Ciel called, standing up to back away. He had that face, the one where his eyebrows were a bit furrowed, his eyes enlarged in shock or confusion, and his mouth in an almost growling gesture. Sebastian finally understood Ciel’s expression, realizing that he must’ve gotten to eager to actually notice the confusion. But it was too late now. He couldn’t just slip on his glove and pretend this never happened because the boy had seen to much. It had to be done.

And done it shall be.

Chapter 6

Notes:

WARNING

CONTAINS A BIT OF SMUT

or a lot

idk im kinda bad at writing it but i tried.

ENJOYYYYY

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“Ciel-“

Smack!

Ciel glared at the man, all the confusion building up his anger. What the hell was that?! Why was Sebastian looking him at him like that?! He didn’t say a word as he passed by the still shocked and processing butler and made his way out of the dark room.

“Are you leaving?” Claude was waiting by the door, falling in step with the boy with a sadistic smirk. Ciel rolled his eyes but nodded, picking up pace to get away from the disgrace. He knew he didn’t like that one since the moment he walked in on him and Sebastian. But that didn’t matter anymore. Claude could have Sebastian if he wanted but like hell was Ciel going to let him corrupt Alois. With that in mind, he grabbed the blond who was talking to Hannah and dragged him outside, ignoring the boys protests.

“Ciel!? Whoa whats happening? Are you okay?! Ciel!!” With a small groan, he pinned the older boy against the limo he and that thing came arrived in. “Ciel…?” Alois whispered, staring down at the glaring boy despite the position he was in. Ciel’s breath’s came out in small pants of anger, making Alois worry a bit. “Did Seb-“

“Sh!” Ciel hissed, his blue dark eyes meeting Alois’. The older boy watched, puzzled as Ciel searched his face, as if looking for something. “Does Claude’s eyes turn red?” He sighed, relaxing a bit. The other boy was now the exact opposite. He tensed up in Ciel’s grip, a bit frightened that he would assume that so fast. Sebastian wasn’t with him which meant the deal hadn’t been done so he doesn’t fully know, right? Or maybe he does and rejected Sebastian? Alois’ mind swirling with various scenarios.

Ciel on the other hand only had one thought in mind. Claude was like Sebastian somehow. Alois’ silence already proved that. With a whispered curse, He let go of the sixteen year old and rubbed a hand on his face.

“I’m about to go. I left my coat and cane inside so stay here, we have a lot to speak about Alois.” Ciel said, leaving no room to argue as he left the blond still against the vehicle.

Like he said, Ciel hurried inside the Trancy manor. He thanked who ever was giving him luck that Luka nor Hannah was around so he wouldn’t be questioned about his sudden departure. Just as he was ready to leave, strong arms trapped him, a familiar head leaning on his left shoulder. He was about to elbow who he was pretty sure was Sebastian but soft lips met his neck, making him stiffen. They trailed slowly up to his ear, tugging a bit on the navy blue earring before nuzzling against his cheek. Ciel was too embarrassed to move, his face bright red as his feet dangled in whomever’s grasp.

“I wouldn’t think someone as prideful as you would ever run away from a mere butler… But you did make me all the more interested, Ciel.” Sebastian purred, one hand still keeping a secure grip around the boys little waist while the other made shapeless figures on his sides, making the student tremble a bit. He could feel himself get overheated, his face already red but now his body was reacting weirdly. He wasn’t sure what was happening but that didn’t stop the smirking butler. “I’m shocked you didn’t kiss the blondie out there. I assumed you were with how close you were to him..” Ciel scoffed at this, trying to ignore the gloved fingers and the addicting lips. Sebastian was changing what he was doing so fast, he was getting light-headed. One minute he was nibbling or kissing his neck and the next he was whispering ridiculous words as his hands practically turned Ciel’s mind to mush. The butler knew exactly what he was doing so it was easy for him to swiftly take them to his room without Ciel noticing from everything he was feeling. Ciel only noticed when his back hit a soft surface.

Startled, he looked around and recognized the room from before. He was hoping the shadows or whatever they were would’ve been gone but they worsened. Instead of being 2D figures on the wall, they were slithered towards the boy like Sebastian did.

“I swear, touch me an-“ He was interrupted by a pair of lips. He froze, gawking at the man pretty much on him who stared right back at him as his mouth worked against his own. Crimson eyes seemed to sparkle when some shadow touched Ciel, making him squeak which gave Sebastian the entrance. Before Ciel could push the man off, the shadows pinned him down for Sebastian, making it easier for the butler to continue ravishing the boys mouth.

Fuck. Ciel thought. Why does it have to feel so good?! I haven’t even properly kissed Elizabeth and now a MAN is kissing the hell out of me!

His thoughts were cut short when cold fingers gently pinched his nipple, making his hips unfamiliarly buck against the teacher, a high-pitched moan leaving him. Wide-eyed and embarrassed, he squirmed to get away from Sebastian but he couldn’t move away. Sadly, it wasn’t just because of the shadows holding him down, it was the fact that his body ached for more.

“So you like it when I pinch here, Young Master?” He murmured, rolling the bud again just to hear that delightful noise from Ciel again. Ciel on the other hand gritted his teeth to hold back a horrid moan. It was a weak try though because it still slipped out since Sebastian had gotten creative and decided to grind against the boy. “You can be as loud as you want, Ciel. The shadows block out everything from the others.” That didn’t help Ciel at all. He shut his eyes tightly so he wouldn’t look at Sebastian. As pissed as he was with the butler, he couldn’t help but peek at the expression he held.

Sebastian was so concentrated as he shifted easily between what he was doing. Now, Ciel’s shirt was to his chin, one shadow gently rubbing against one nipple while Sebastian’s mouth enclosed around the other. His hands were making their way down south to where Ciel couldn’t help but buck and rotate at. His thoughts were blurred as Crimson met blue, a smirk forming even while assaulting the now sensitive bud.

“Se-ebastian… sssstop!” He whimpered, feeling something build in his stomach. “Ahhh! Wh-What is that!?” He hissed, staring down at his stomach. Also confused, Sebastian stopped to stare down at Ciel’s stomach.

“What is what?”

“I-I feel weird… theres a pressure down.. there..” He mumbled, his face flushing red. Sebastian cocked a brow, delicately placing a finger on the boys small tummy. He poked it but the boy didn’t seem to be in pain. Even more curious, he thought about the second option of it being if not a stomach ache. Without warning, he flicked the nipple, eliciting a moan then Ciel holding his stomach with wide eyes. “Wh-what’re you doing!!” Sebastian began to laugh loudly, shaking his head.

“Have you ever climaxed young master?” Ciel felt his heart skip a beat at the word, his face heating up quickly.

“O-Of course not! What do you take me for, a bloody pe-pervert?!” He hissed, trying to cool down. Then he realized how perverted the position they were in. “An-And what’re you doing here?! Stop calling me master, You’re not my butler!” He tried to get up, forgetting about the shadows but they kept him in place much to his annoyance. “Get these off of me. They’re fucking weird.”

“Nope.” Sebastian beamed, leaning down to peck the boys lips. His face brightened up again, not at all helping his goal on keeping a blank face. “I want you to remember this day Ciel. Because with just this,” He paused to lick a thick stripe across Ciel’s pouting lips, the boy gasping at the action. “I’m going to make you cum.” Before Ciel could move or stop him somehow, Sebastian had Ciel’s shorts down to his ankles. All that separated him from Ciel’s ultimate pleasure was a thin fabric. Instead of going in for it, he opened his mouth wide and put his soft lips against the small tent. His tongue made circles against it, Ciel’s body taking full control as he subconsciously thrusted into Sebastian’s mouth. Small whimpers and breathless moans escaped the small boy, an unknown urge filled his mind as he freed his hand and yanked Sebastian’s head up. Surprised crimson eyes gazed into lust filled ones, a smirk forming at the sight. Oh how delicious the young master looked right now.

His pale fragile body was arched from the bed, a thin layer of sweat coating his porcelain skin while a dark shadow wrapped wonderfully around his body. His eyes glared down at the butler, a grimace that betrayed his body painting his face.

“Stop fucking around if you want to be my butler you imbecile.” Sebastian grinned wickedly before swiftly removing the boys boxers. His mouth latched onto Ciel’s member, the boy eliciting a loud moan when he felt warmth encase that body part. He’s barely touched it (Every time he got the weird feeling in his stomach, he would freak and stop) and her Sebastian was, sucking it like a lolly. “N-nggh wa-wait.. slow do-wn!” His body would’ve twitched uncontrollably if it weren’t for the rather large hands holding his stomach down. He could feel the pressure build up more as murmured curses and embarrassing moans left him. His voice cracked, went from super loud to a mere whisper, and even broke as Sebastian sucked harder. His tip was hitting against the back of the ravens throat, the man taking it all with that stupid smirk still in place. “Aahh, Se-Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebastian!”

“Call for me, little one..” He whispered before giving the twitching member one more good hard suck. He hollowed his cheeks, his tongue swirling on the underside and swallowed it all in one gulp when the boys first excitement spurted into his waiting mouth. Ciel was speechless as he craned his neck to watch. Sebastian came up with a grin, only a dribble of Ciel’s seed on his mouth. Blushing, he leaned forward and kissed Sebastian first. Just when the raven was going to get into the kiss, Ciel pulled away with a disgusted face.

“How could you swallow that?! Its gross…” He mumbled, still disturbed. Sebastian just stared at the boy, shaking his head. Oh just one taste was enough to keep him hooked on little Ciel Phantomhive for a long time.

“You’re just so delicious, Young Master.” Ciel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m shocked at how fast you went from being my teacher to my butler to my…” He trailed off unsure. Sebastian just tilted his head when the younger boy looked at him as if to finish it off. “Nevermind. Now get these stupid shadows off. They’re freaking me out.”

“Thats not what you were saying earlier!~” Sebastian sung while getting rid of the shadows. Ciel watched in a bit of awe as they all crept towards his revealed hand, the one with the weird mark. Once again, the room lit up like it should and Ciel could actually move more freely. He was about to get up and leave but he felt a breeze in a place he shouldn’t have. Realizing what he was, he screamed (manly of course) and threw a pillow at Sebastian.

“Turn around!”

“… what..?”

“Turn around damn it!” Another pillow thrown.

“Why? I mean, I’ve already seen you and I just suck-“

“Sebastian! This is an order, turn around!” Ciel hissed, red faced. Sebastian stiffened, examining the boy one last time before smirking and turning around.

“As you wish, Young Master.” Ciel glared at the mans back before hurriedly putting on his clothes. Once he was finished, he coughed awkwardly.

“I’m done..”

“Good! Now we’re off to yours okay? I need to prepare for you’re dinner anyways.” Sebastian was talking while pretty much dragging the boy out. Claude glared when he saw the two but turned around to go fix something.

“Ciel! What took you so lo- wait.. what?” Alois was still at the car, confused by the pair. Did this mean that Sebastian really did get through Ciel?

“I’m apologize Alo-“

“You can go back to Claude. Sorry for the intrusion Alois. Thanks for letting me stay but now, we’re strangers. I must warn you though, Ciel is mine.” And like that Ciel was shoved into the car while Sebastian took the front and hit the gas with a small chuckle. All Ciel could do on the ride home was think about Sebastian’s words.

Mine.

Chapter 7

Notes:

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A week has passed since the whole incident at the Trancy and Phantomhive household. Things went back to normal but were still tense. Whenever Ciel and Alois would pass Mr. Michaelis or Mr. Faustus in the hall, whatever they had been previously talking about would drop as they tried to avoid eye contact with the butlers.

At the Phantomhive Household, Madame Red was in a state of stress. Something about the shipment of new toys being put on hold because of some huge case. There was also the fact that when Ciel had came back last week, his lips were swollen and he had this distant gleam in his eyes. He didn’t tell her if he had made the deal with that horrid man or not and that continued to put her on edge.

At the Trancy Manor, everything was falling in place. Luka was getting used to Claude and had registered for school. He started three days ago and seems to be doing fine but whenever he sees his brother or Ciel in the halls, hes like a Koala. Only Elizabeth was able to get him off the pair because the younger boy had quite the crush on the girl. When she was in the room, it was like she was the sun and he was the moon. It was cute really but Alois didn’t like it one bit.

As for Ciel Phantomhive though, he was struggling with his own problems.

Since last week, Sebastian hasn’t addressed him at all out of school. He wouldn’t even talk to him as much like he used to. Instead he spoke to some snobby brat who always played off key and would step on everyones feet when dancing. It annoyed Ciel to the point that he actually threw his violin bow at the back of the brats head. He was sent to the HeadTeachers office afterwards by a ‘tsking’ Michaelis.

He didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t ask Alois for advice because his friend would probably get upset by the whole thing and asking Elizabeth wasn’t even a choice. The bubbly blonde would have his head after braiding it.

“…el! Ciel~!!!” Green eyes caught spaced out blue ones making the boy jump back with a sigh. Massaging his temples, he arched a brow at Elizabeth. “The bell rang. Lunch is over, we got to go.” She said with a small pout. Ciel’s been like this all week. He would space out with this dead gaze, staring straight-forward without movement or a word. And it was like he had headphones constantly playing loud music or something because he wouldn’t hear a thing that came out of her or Alois’ mouth. When the bell would ring, they had to actually catch his eye for him to acknowledge the two blondes.

“Sorry..” He mumbled, standing up from his spot against the tree. “Where’s Alois?” He noticed that the blond wasn’t with them at lunch.

“Remember, he told us he had a dentist appointment today.” Lizzy filled in with a small frown. It had only been thirty minutes since Alois had left with Luka. Ciel looked slightly puzzled at first but nodded anyways, throwing his book bag over his shoulder.

“Go on to art, you can’t be late.” Ciel patted her head before taking his own path. Elizabeth sighed, watching his figure disappear down the hall before going her way to Ms. Howell’s.

“You’re late Mr. Phantomhive.” Sebastian stated as soon as Ciel walked in, the bell ringing once the door shut. The class stared at the two with their instruments in hand, all the previous chatter at a halt. Ciel met crimson eyes with a glare, feeling more annoyed as he looked at the blank face. He hadn’t done anything. If anything, Sebastian should be following him around like a puppy after what Ciel did with him.

“I opened the door right when the bell rang. I would hardly call that late.” Ciel scoffed, strolling over to his spot so he could place his things down and get his violin.

“Rules are rules and they don’t stop for you Mr. Phantomhive. It is what it is.” Sebastian marked the boy as late in the attendance log before shutting his laptop, now facing the class with a small smile as Ciel gathered his things. “Anyways, as I was saying before that rude interruption,” Ciel glared at the raven again as he sat down, dropping contact as he gazed out the window the black out the blabbering man. “This year, the drama club is performing Hamlet for the Winter Play and Mr. Knox asked us to be the background music for… you know the intense and emotional scenes. And some of you will be casted as background characters. Unless you audition for some big roles of course but thats up to you.” He pulled down the board and turned on the Smart Projector, the roles in Hamlet popping up. Ciel muted the man out as he watched year 8 went outside for lunch/time.

That was how Sebastian's class went lately for Ciel. He wasn’t as interested anymore and would just stare out the window, blocking out the man smooth voice. Sometimes it was hard though. Like if he heard something relatively dirty, he’d tune in with a light blush or if he heard him “talking” to that brat, he would watch from the corner of his eye. He wouldn’t let Sebastian see of course. If that were to happen, the raven would be winning.

“Elizabeth, I can’t come over for dinner tonight.” Ciel stated out of blue as he and Lizzy walked out of school, excited students rushing past them to get with their friends being that it was Friday. Lizzy didn’t reply as she stared down at her flats. Ciel peeked at her and was a bit taken back by the gloomy expression settling on her face. Instead of a beaming smile or at least a pout, a frown quivered on her lips. “Elizabeth?” He asked surprised, stopping to stand in front of her. Grassy eyes began to fill with tears as she bit her bottom lip, staring up at Ciel. Before he could comfort her or something to make her stop, she ran off. She had pushed him to the side and sprinted to her car, her skirt flying in the wind as she ran. Ciel was going to run after her, he really wanted to but he saw Claude and Sebastian together, walking to more and likely Claude’s car. His feet moved on their own as he hid behind a bush, watching the to interact with slight jealousy.

From Ciel’s view, Sebastian’s back was to him. Claude was talking but he was horrible at reading lips so he stayed quiet. The two talked for a while, a lively Sebastian laugh reaching his ears, making him scowl. He was about to get up with a groan when he saw that whatever they were doing was lame and held no importance but Sebastian slammed his hand on the vehicle, caging the other man between him and his body. Ciel’s eyes widened as he watched his butler lean in, making his stomach do a flip. Before he knew what he was doing, he had chucked his book bag at the raven.

Sebastian froze when he felt books and other unknown things hit his back. Claude was snickering in front of him as he turned around and saw a glaring Ciel Phantomhive. He was about to say something but the boy threw a nearby ball before taking off, leaving his bag behind.

“What a nuisance..” Sebastian sighed as he picked up the book bag. “I guess I won’t be coming over then. Tell Hannah I say hello.” and with that, Sebastian was already on Ciels trail.

They ran through streets, took sharp corners and bumped into a few people but never stopped the pace. Ciel was panting hard, not daring to look back as he surged on. He wasn’t much of a runner so he was shocked by how long he was able to hold up. It wasn’t until he felt a lower pain on his right side that he accidentally tripped.

It seemed to happen in slow motion for Ciel. One minute he was running hopelessly and the next he was in the air, hands out and eyes shut as if to protect him. But the impact never came. He was expecting some pain in his palms and knees but all he felt was heavy pants in his left ear and strong arms coiled around his waist. When he realized who was holding him, he began to squirm, glaring with a blush.

“Let me go! This is an order Sebastian!” He yelled, highly embarrassed. Instead of complying, Sebastian just walked them to the nearby alley and sat down, placing Ciel in his lap.

“Why did you throw your book bag at me then run off so recklessly Young Master?” Sebastian asked with a sigh, shaking his head as he leant it against the young boys shoulder. Ciel blushed again, thinking of how he felt when he saw Claude and Sebastian together.

“Why were you being such an arse this week? Ignoring your Master like that.” He grumbled, crossing his arms on top of Sebastian’s. They both avoided answering the questions, letting peace settle on them as they listened to the joyful chatter of those around them. They could’ve stayed like that for a couple more hours but the alarming blare of Ciel’s phone made him jump. With a groan, he pulled his phone out and answered, “Hello?”

“Young Master, Madame Red wants you home right now.” Tanaka’s voice answered, making Ciel nod. With a few ‘yeah, sure, okay… uh-huh’s, Ciel hung up and put his cell back.

“I got to go. Come on.” Ciel stated, getting up. Sebastian followed his lead, dusting Ciel off much to the boys shock.

“I’ll take you home.” And with that, the two were walking away from the alley and to the Phantomhive manor.

“Have a good dinner Young Master,” Sebastian bowed as Ciel adjusted his book bag strap. The pair had just gotten to the mansion after catching a taxi.

“Idiot. You’re not leaving this time, what type a butler would you be?” Ciel scoffed, marching right up to the teacher and grabbing his tie. Sebastian was shocked as he was practically dragged into the Phantomhive home, Tanaka, MeyRin, and Finny waiting. They too were surprised at the crimson eyed mans appearance but didn’t say anything. “Auntie! I’’m home!” Sebastian was still being led on by Ciel, the familiar pictures in the halls still in place even after all these years. They finally made it to the dining room where Madame Red was sitting, probably waiting for her food that Tanaka would bring. She was about to greet Ciel happily until she noticed the man besides her nephew.

“What is he doing here?” She hissed, her discarding gaze forming into a glare.

“He is my butler after all. Anyways, I’m hungry. Whats for dinner?” Ciel was quick to change the subject, sitting down with Sebastian quietly standing by his side. Anne’s eye twitched at the scene before her, an uneasy recognition coming back to her mind. She would’ve kicked the butler out but something stopped her with shock.

Ciel was smiling.

Notes:

BLEH idk how i feel for this chapter. I just saw @Jessyo, @ deificwriting_kimeyoa AND OF COURSE @FallenAngel1129 comments and haaad to update. SORREH FOR LE WAIT GUISE ;-;

but enjoy :3

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Guilty Conscience

Summary: Patton knows he’s a hypocrite. Sometimes it’s just so much easier to care about someone else. 

TWs: Mentions of past abuse

Notes: Something small and different to set up some upcoming angst. Sympathetic everyone. Taglist at the bottom

Learned Behavior Masterpost

Patton had always considered himself to be fairly observant. Oblivious sometimes, sure, and he definitely had a habit of trying to ignore the negatives, but he always saw more than he let on. 

Apparently, he wasn’t as observant as he’d thought. 

Everyone had told him not to dwell on it, Virgil especially, and he tried to take their advice. He really really tried. 

And sometimes it worked. Sometimes he could put all his energy into the present, on making things better, on ensuring it never happened again. He could try to fix his mistakes, even if he had no right to be forgiven. 

But there were times when he couldn’t help it, and he found himself sitting up in bed in the dark, replaying old memories over and over again in his head, thinking about everything he’d missed. Every warning sign, every red flag, every silent cry for help he’d been too blind to see. 

Patton often thought about the first time Virgil had joined them for dinner, the night he’d revealed his name in an act of trust. Right after they’d stopped him from ducking out, disappearing completely. 

Sometimes Patton let himself wonder what would have happened if they’d been too late. If they hadn’t even looked for Virgil. If Thomas hadn’t been so dysfunctional without him, he would have been left to fade away to the subconscious. He would have vanished from their lives forever, before they even got to really know him. 

Virgil would have faded without ever experiencing a shred of true kindness. Virgil would disappear still thinking he was meant to be beaten and hated, knowing nothing but fear until the day he died. They would never have been able to show him otherwise, and they never would have known to regret it. 

That first night he’d joined them as more than Anxiety, Virgil wouldn’t even step foot into the kitchen until the food was on the table- and even then he’d looked like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to be there. 

Once they’d all gotten settled down, Virgil had been wide eyed and tense the entire time, watching them all warily like he expected them to poison him. It had taken Patton a moment to realize the anxious side hadn’t even picked up his fork, and another to work up the courage to ask him if something was wrong with the food. 

“It’s fine- I’m ok,” Virgil had said quietly, but Patton had caught the slight tremble in his hands. “I just...sorry, I’m just not...are you actually ok with- with this? With me...eating?” 

And of course, they’d all assumed it was just his anxiety about eating with them properly for the first time, still hesitant to believe they were actually willing to accept him, and Logan had gently assured Virgil that he was more than welcome to eat as much as he wanted. 

Virgil hadn’t eaten very much that night. The same thing happened the next few meals he had with them, hesitant and tense, barely touching his food. Patton had decided not to push, letting Virgil take his time to settle in and get used to the changes. 

He wondered what would have happened if he had pushed, if he’d realized that Virgil hadn’t been sure if he was allowed to eat, convinced he would be hurt if he didn’t ask permission for something so simple. 

It wouldn’t have undone all of the hurt Virgil had already gone through, but Patton would have been able to reassure him sooner. He could have kept himself from lashing out like he had the first time he found out about the treatment Virgil considered normal.  

But there had always been evidence of what had been happening behind the scenes, long before Virgil ever felt safe enough to tell them his name. Little things that had been easy to miss back then, but were so obvious now. 

He’d always been closed off and quiet, but the light sides had just chalked that up to him being...Anxiety. Patton had always been careful to be polite, but now he knew he should have looked closer. 

Virgil had always carefully kept his distance, unusually wary whenever someone would walk into the room, and Patton had seen him trembling a few times one of them got too close. 

The long sleeves and baggy clothes, the times Patton had seen him with a little extra concealer on his face, the way he’d sometimes ask permission to leave the room even when they already saw so little of him. 

Virgil had avoided the kitchen like the plague, too. (Even after they’d learned the real reason why, it still took months to convince him it was safe) Patton had once found him getting a snack in the middle of the night, greeting him with a tired, “Anxiety?” 

Virgil had jumped, stumbling over his words as frantic apologies spilled from his lips, and Patton had been too tired to do much other than quickly reassure him and step away as Anxiety hurried back to his room. 

Virgil hadn’t been able to look Patton in the eyes for a few days after that, always flinching away from any movement when he briefly appeared in the living room, leaving even quicker than usual. Patton had naively assumed he’d just been startled, and wanted some space like usual.  

Patton had been an idiot. He should have seen Virgil was being hurt years ago, not when Virgil had been driven to ask why his new family wasn’t doing the same. 

Patton was always so desperate to keep everyone from focusing on the bad things in life, he’d ended up turning a blind eye to suffering happening right in front of him. Suffering he could have stopped. 

Virgil had only lashed out at them once, but Patton knew he hadn’t meant it. Not really. “You never bothered to talk to me until I was useful, anyway!” 

Virgil had apologized over and over again, convinced he would be hurt for the outburst, but Patton almost wished he hadn’t apologized, that he’d stuck to what he said and believed it. 

Because on nights like this- sitting alone in the dark of his room thinking about how things could have been different- he knew Virgil had been right. 

They hadn’t gotten to know Virgil until they realized they needed him. They hadn’t bothered to look past the aggression drilled into him, never thought to wonder why he was so distant until it was almost too late. 

They’d left him to endure the abuse on his own, when he could have been safe so much sooner if Patton had just looked a little closer.

Virgil didn’t blame him, no matter how much he should. Even after all this time, he still just seemed amazed he was being offered safety at all. 

Patton was glad for that at least. It wouldn’t undo his mistakes, but at least he could hold Virgil close and listen to him breathing, reassuring himself that they hadn’t been too late. Virgil was alive and safe with them. He would never be hurt like that again. 

It helped, but it didn’t do much on these nights. They were less common than they had been in the beginning, but Patton was familiar enough with the racing thoughts to know he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. 

He was never able to keep himself from crying, but he’d press his hands tightly over his mouth to muffle any sound. He couldn’t make anyone worry about him- not over this. He wasn’t the one who’d been hurt. 

Patton sighed, the sound small and shaky, wiping at his soaked cheeks as he threw the covers back. There was no use staying in bed with no distractions. He’d get a drink to help his now raw throat, and then put on some hopefully calming music. 

He knew it wouldn’t do much, but it was better than nothing. 

Patton padded down the hallway, wrapped up in his cat hoodie and hiccuping softly from lingering sobs, but when he made it to the kitchen he quickly realized he wasn’t alone. 

There was a single light turned on over the sink, casting the kitchen in a dim, golden glow. Janus was seated at the table with his hands folded in front of him, and even in the poor lighting Patton could see how exhausted he looked.

When he glanced up, mismatched eyes dull and pained, Patton thought he was looking in a mirror. It was hastily concealed in a second, but the guilt and shame held in his eyes was a perfect reflection of Patton’s own.

He knew Janus was being plagued with it too, bombarded by thoughts of everything they missed. All the signs had been right in front of them, and if they’d just thought to look they could have stopped it.

 But instead they were here, kept awake by their own regret, weighed down by the irrational belief that they were the only people who could have ended the abuse. 

“It’s late,” Janus said, too strained to be casual, and Patton knew he’d seen it too. “Do you plan on sleeping anytime soon?” 

Patton smiled sadly, wiping away the residual tears as he made his way into the kitchen. “Not tonight. You...want some tea?” 

Janus shook his head, going back to staring blankly at the table, and Patton didn’t try to change his mind as he silently bustled around the kitchen. He made himself a cup, but made sure there was enough hot water left if the other side changed his mind. 

“Mind if I keep you company, kiddo?” 

Janus scoffed like he usually did at the nickname, but he gestured vaguely at the empty chairs, so Patton took that as a yes. 

He settled down in the seat next to Janus, watching the snake carefully as he sipped at his tea. Watching Deceit at least gave him a distraction from the tightness in his own chest. 

But he knew that look far too well, knew Janus was getting lost in memories and what ifs, and he knew it was tearing him apart. It looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days. 

He took a risk, setting his mug down to gently place his hand over Janus’s own, who eyed him warily in response. Patton smiled, squeezing gently like he did for Virgil. 

“It wasn’t your fault, Janus.” 

For a moment he couldn’t read Deceit’s expression, feeling abruptly vulnerable under his stare, and he was unwittingly reminded of the court case, of being picked apart and turned in circles until he was lost.  

Janus tore his gaze away with a resigned sigh, but he didn’t pull his hand away. “Of course,” he said, sounding unconvinced. “I’ll believe that when you do.” 

Patton winced, tightening his hold without thinking. “It wasn’t...we couldn’t have known. We couldn’t have known.” 

It came out more desperate than he’d intended, like he needed Janus to agree, to reassure him, even if it was just a lie. Patton would settle for lies tonight.

“You couldn’t have known,” Janus corrected, and it only made Patton feel worse. “I...Patton, I watched him lie when he was hurt. I saw the change happen, I watched him close himself off and become...scared. I never knew he was so scared.” 

“You couldn’t--” 

“I ignored it,” Janus snapped. “He pushed me away and lied when he was hurt and I thought...I never thought...I should have gotten him out of there. I could have stopped it from getting that bad.” 

Patton ran his thumb along Janus’s palm, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “He doesn’t blame you.” 

“I know.” His voice came out more of a croak, and Janus scrubbed a hand over his face before continuing. “That just makes it so much better, doesn’t it?” 

Janus was watching him again, eyes sharp like he was reading the moral side like an open book, and Patton resisted the urge to squirm away. He wondered why he could come up with a million reasons why Janus wasn’t to blame, but couldn’t do the same for himself. 

“Maybe sometimes,” he admitted, choosing his words carefully. “But...it’s worth it. It means he feels safe here. With us. He’s...he’s letting us do better this time. You might not think you deserve it yet, but being a family means the world to him. He’ll learn to trust you.”  

Janus wasn’t meeting his eyes anymore, pursing his lips as his free hand ran idly over his scales. “I won’t...there’s nothing I can do that can make up for what I let happen.” 

Patton had gone through this before, back when the shock and hurt had been fresh. He’d had time now to mull it over, to process his guilt, and even after all this time it still popped back up on bad nights. 

Janus had only just found out, still hurting and blaming himself before the people who had actually put their hands on Virgil. 

“I don’t think he wants that,” Patton said. “I think he just...wants to be safe. He wants us all to be safe.”

He felt Janus tighten his hold, watched him take in a shaky breath as his eyes grew shiny from tears pooling in his eyes. He blinked them away before they could fall, and Patton felt his heart break. 

“You can cry, Janus,” Patton said, but he knew it would fall on deaf ears. “You’re allowed to be hurt.” 

“Nothing happened to me.” 

“You weren’t hit,” Patton said. “But you’re hurting. And if Virgil knew, he’d want to help you as much as you want to help him. He’s not angry at us, and he doesn’t want you to go through this alone. No one does. You can...you can ask for help.” 

Janus was quiet for a moment, the silence in the kitchen suddenly deafening. Patton glanced at his tea, wondering if it had gone cold by now. He hadn’t really planned on drinking it in the first place.  

Janus gave a short laugh, sudden and humorless, looking up to meet Patton’s eyes once again. “You first, Morality.” 

Ah. Well...Patton couldn’t argue with that, could he? Not when Janus was looking at him like that, like he could see every lost battle clear as day. Patton wasn’t the only one looking in a mirror tonight. 

“I...suppose I am a bit of a hypocrite,” he admitted, offering a small smile. He always was when it came to things like this. “But I’m alright, Janus. I really am.” 

Deceit sighed, raising his eyebrows in that way he did whenever he caught one of the sides in a lie. “Of course you are, Patton. And so am I.” 

Touche. 

That seemed to be the end of the conversation, the silence that fell no longer feeling quite so forced and heavy, but neither seemed particularly inclined to move. 

Patton dropped his head on Janus’s shoulder before he could think to talk himself out of it, shutting his eyes against the sudden urge to curl up and cry, the weight on his chest close to unbearable. 

Janus only tensed for a second before relaxing slightly, and he didn’t shove Patton away with an annoyed growl, so he figured it was alright if he stayed for a moment. Maybe the comfort would do them both some good. 

At some point, Janus scooted his chair closer to drop his chin on top of Patton’s head, the two of them sitting silently at the kitchen table, letting themselves get buried in their guilt. It was easier to place blame in silence, anyway. 

They stayed that way until the sun began to rise a couple hours later, bathing the kitchen in the pale light of dawn. 

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