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[lilacpiew]

 ' blood is thick, but water is forever;; ༄.°

CHAPTER 2.

જ⁀➴ ♡

⤫ pairing. draco malfoy/harry potter

⤫ summary. Harry and Draco end up alone in detention together after being caught out after curfew. Hermione suggested that Harry should catch up on some review for their midterms, especially Potions. She also suggests that he could ask Draco for help while they're just sitting there. Harry and Ron think that's the stupidest idea she's ever had. Nevertheless, Harry shoots his shot, and it actually isn't so bad. He seems... different. He's still Draco, but the cruel vindictiveness that used to shine show brightly in him has dulled. Being replaced with something softer, and nicer. Then Harry finds Draco again, asks him for more help which he surprisingly agrees to. A couple days later he invites him to Hogsmeade? And a Slytherin party?

⤫ tags/warnings. slow burn, pining draco, enemies to lovers, idiots in love, slice of life, mix between 5th and 6th year, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, forced proximity, first kiss, rough kissing, bottom draco, top harry

⤫ words. 1,372 (17k total)

⤫ ao3 link. ✎ᝰ.

⤫ notes. this is multi-chapter story just so yk, 7/15 chapters as of writing this, ao3 will be updated first

 Success for my buddies, success for my friends, Success is the only thing I understand ♬⋆.˚

“Someone crucio me.”

Harry was face down in the Great Hall, resting on his forearms as he grumbled. 

“Sorry, mate. You’re alone on this one.” Ron spoke as he took another bite of food. Harry only had a couple more hours until his torment with Malfoy began. He straightened himself up and met Hermione’s gaze along with her apologetic looking smile.

“It might not be too bad, just don’t talk to him.”

Ron scoffed through a bite of food, swallowing it before starting. “Yeah right; no matter what Harry does that guy will probably find a way to start another fight with him. Bloody annoying…”

“Right! I was just walking yesterday and he ran up to me, got in my face and started to question me. Then he blamed me for us ending up getting detention but if he just left me the hell alone none of this would’ve happened!” 

“Sounds like Malfoy.”  

Hermione sighed, going back to reading over her Advanced Potion-Making book along with scribbling down some notes. “Well, if you have the time left over you should focus on studying for the upcoming Potions exam. We’re almost done with the semester you know. This exam will be worth a good number of points and you’re not doing the best in Potions at the moment.”

Harry let out a sound of acknowledgement, knowing she was right like always. With everything going on he hadn’t had much time to devote to his studies and Potions was always his worst class, so he was suffering pretty heavily this year.

“And hey! Malfoy’s pretty good at Potions; you could ask him to help you.” Hermione chirped up with a smile before looking back down at her book. Ron looked at her as though she had just morphed into Cerbius, eyebrows furrowed.

 “Now why the bloody hell would you say that ‘Mione.”

Hermione looked over to Ron, glaring at him just a bit. “What? Harry needs help and I don’t have the time to tutor as of late. Plus, God knows you and him can hardly study together. You’ll both just end up getting distracted.”

Ron’s, along with Harry’s, mouth was agape. “Yeah, but it’s Malfoy. Y’know, Draco Malfoy.” Ron exclaimed.

“Well yes, I wasn’t suggesting he go ask Lucious Malfoy for help.” Hermione rolled her eyes, still jotting down notes as she spoke. Harry placed a hand on the top of her book, earning an award-winning glare from the girl.

“Hermione, that has got to be the dumbest thing you've ever said.” Hermione yanked her book away from him. “It's not like you have many options, Harry,” Hermione started, “Malfoy takes his academics seriously. He could be of some help.”

Harry didn't even respond. Him and her both know Malfoy isn't exactly the nicest guy, hell there's a good chance he would try and sabotage Harry given the chance.

 “Hermione, where is this coming from? We all know Malfoy wouldn't spit on Harry if he was on fire. In what world would he help him study?”

Hermione looked back at Ron, glaring. “Look, do it or don't. I'm leaving, you guys are a major distraction.” Hermione huffed out, clutching her books and notes to her chest before making her way out of the Great Hall.

Harry rested his head on his palm, thinking about what she said. If he and Malfoy were alone, he might help him out… but it's a long shot.

 ༻❁༺

 Stepping into McGonagall’s classroom Harry saw Draco already there, sitting in a chair near the front and reading a book. Harry made his way over, sitting a seat over as to not be too close to him.

“Here.”

Malfoy handed him a piece of parchment that was already halfway written on, along with the directions for their assignment.

“It's just an essay; I gave you an easier half.”

Harry felt the hidden jab in his words, holding back an eye roll. He took the piece of parchment and read over the assignment quickly, not saying a word. Malfoy was right, it wasn't anything special and would only take him about fifteen or twenty minutes. Plus, it was on a topic he just went over during review in History of Magic. He picked up his quill and got to work.

 ༻❁༺

 “Alright, finished.”

Draco perked up from his book for the first time since Harry walked in the door. He took the parchment, looked over it and stashed it in his bag.

“I'll take it her Professor McGonagall tomorrow, I see her in the morning.”

“Where is she by the way? Filch said she'd be here…”

“Emergency. She didn't say what, but she was here for the first five minutes.”

Harry nodded silently, fiddling with his button-up's sleeve as he thought about how to ask for the other man’s help.

 “Right… Hey, uh- don't mean to bother you but,” Draco diverted his gaze to Harry, waiting for the rest of his sentence.

“Do you think you could help me out on some Potions review?”

Harry left it simple, not wanting to talk too much and say something he didn't need to. Draco’s eyebrows furrowed just a bit, confusion clear in his blue eyes.

“Um, I guess I can.”

Harry was fairly shocked at Draco’s willingness. He thought he'd have to do him a favor or repay in some way.

“Really?”

Harry accidently let slip out. Draco narrowed his eyes. “Yes really. Now what do you need so I can get this over with.”

There was the Malfoy he knew. Harry smirked a bit at his reaction, also noticing a faint color on Malfoy’s face before turning to get out the supplies he brought. He borrowed Hermione’s Advanced Potion-Making book she was using yesterday, along with some of his own quill, extra parchment, and help note-taking stationary. Draco stared at him, like he was awaiting something.

“...What?” Harry inquired. Draco sighed deeply, brushing a hand over his blonde locks.

“How do you expect me to help you when you're sitting a seat over, Potter?”

Harry cleared his throat; it was a good point he guesses. Harry moved his stuff over a seat, along with his person and bag. Draco grabbed the book, opening it up and going over things he believed were important. Harry marked some things down to look over again, paying keen attention in hopes he wouldn't have to do something like this again. Looking back on it, Hermione was probably right about him and Ron. If they tried to do a study session together they would've gotten about fifteen minutes in before getting side-tracked. 

   Draco closed the book, straightened himself out and pushed it over back to Harry.

“That should be good, you should still look over it more… obviously.” Draco spoke, not making eye contact with the other.

Harry nodded, packing his stuff back into his bag. He glanced over to Draco, noticing he looked like he wanted to say something. They made eye contact for a moment before Draco glanced back down at the desk.

“If you really need it, I have some small practice exams and potions supplies. There's a physical part of this exam as well, so you should know how to make Invigoration Draught, Befuddlement Draught, and an Erumption Potion. It could be any of those you have to make.”

Draco clasped his hands together as he spoke, knuckles whitening.

“Uh, alright. Thanks. That'd probably be helpful.” Draco looked up to Harry, expression brightening slightly. “Yeah, you're welcome.”

He gave the other a small, and a bit of an awkward, smile. He then turned back to his book, guarding his face from the other.

Harry stood up from the desk, giving his legs a long needed stretch after sitting there for around an hour. He walked over to the door, looking back to Malfoy for just a moment, still sat and reading away. Harry never really knew he was into reading books for enjoyment; it didn't look like a textbook so a personal book would be his guess. Doesn't matter, Harry thought to himself, what am I gonna do with that information? 

He began the walk back to his common room, excited to do literally anything but what he was doing moments prior.

[lilacpiew]

' caught in the rain;; 𓍼 ོ☁︎

゜ ⋆  ゜☂︎  ⋆ ゜  ゜⋆

⤫ pairing. nagito komaeda/hajime hinata

⤫ summary. sometimes hajime felt the world was against him. for the past two weeks he packed his umbrella since weather reports kept calling for rain. though, everyday was sunnier than the last so he decided he wouldn't bring it today. it was looking pretty good; the sky was bright blue and there zero storm clouds. that was until he began walking home. the moment he felt the first drop the top of his head he knew he was screwed. one drop led to another, then another, then so on and so forth. just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard that guy yelling his name, an umbrella in hand. they agreed to share it, why hajime did so was beyond him. having to be so close to someone like that was almost worse than getting soaked in rainwater. 

⤫ tags/warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, non-despair au, shortfic, cutsey

⤫ words. 1,037

⤫ ao3 link. ⋆☕︎ ˖

  Damn it…

Hajime knew he was screwed the moment he felt the first drop of water hit his head, then another, and then many more others following that one. It was a clear sky just a half an hour ago and it was the middle of summer. No weather station predicted it was going to rain either so Hajime didn’t pack an umbrella in his bag because why the hell would he? At times like this he wished he had just a little bit of Nagito’s luck, minus the crazy that came with it. 

 Then, on cue, an all too familiar sounding voice called out Hajime’s name.

“Hinata-Kun! Wait up!” 

Hajime let out a deep exhale, closing his eyes. 

Why is he chasing after me? I clearly don’t have an umbrella. 

Despite his already growing aggravation Hajime stopped walking and turned around. Running up to him was a completely dry Nagito with a black, opened umbrella in his hand. When he finally caught up to the brunette boy he leaned down and rested a hand on his knee, panting for air.

“Hinata-Kun… I’m glad you stopped.”

Hajime looked down at him. “Mhm. Do you need something, Nagito?” The impatience was evident in the tone of his voice. Nagito stood up and opened his mouth to say, “I noticed you didn’t have an umbrella, and it’s raining.” No shit, he thought to himself, though he didn’t say it. Instead he kept his lips sealed and just nodded. 

“I know the walk to your house is pretty far so you should take mine.” Nagito held out his own umbrella, a generous looking smile on his face. Hajime silently considered the taller boy’s offer. It was a tempting one considering he would be completely drenched by the time he made it back to his house without some form of cover. Though, something in him knew he shouldn’t take it up. The idea of taking Nagito’s umbrella and then leaving him to get sopping wet in the rain was kind of messed up, even if he wasn’t particularly fond of the boy in front of him he would still feel bad. Hajime knew what the obvious solution was.

“Why don’t we just share it?” He was regretting each and every word as they came out of his mouth. He could’ve just said no, that was probably what he should’ve done but Nagito would’ve never left him alone until he accepted. 

“Really? You’d be alright with sharing your personal space with scum like me?” A bright light shone in Nagito’s silvery eyes that would’ve been a nice sight if it wasn't for what he was saying. He also wore a wide smile, looking like he had just been served the greatest honor known to man.

“You really are a splendid symbol of hope, Hinata-Kun. Even though you know how utterly awful I am to be around, you still show me such kindness! Someone like me-”

“Yes, I know I’m so incredibly kind, now let’s go.” Hajime could see the long, self-deprecating rant starting up so he quickly cut the other off and grabbed onto the handle of the umbrella. He pulled it towards him, along with Nagito in the process. He began to walk at an extremely fast pace, leaving the boy behind struggling to follow along. 

“Hinata-Kun, please slow down!” 

Hajime rolled his eyes but complied, changing his speed to a regular walking pace. 

“Ah, thank you.” 

Hajime nodded, his face turned slightly away from the boy walking beside him. This was going to be awkward, that much was obvious. Nevertheless, an awkward silence was better than trying to have a conversation so Hajime purposefully stayed quiet. 

Though, the fact that he believed Nagito would keep his mouth shut for even a couple of minutes was the stupidest thing he could’ve ever thought.

“Forgive me for saying this, as I know filth like me shouldn’t,” Hajime could feel his annoyance increasing at an alarming rate, “however, you smell quite nice; like vanilla.” Instead of the expected eye roll Hajime’s face began to flush from hearing the compliment. It came so far out of left field he almost stopped in his tracks. He turned his face away and hung it lower in an attempt to conceal his embarrassment without it looking obvious. Nagito peered down at him, confusion on his face.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” He asked, almost softly. “Of course I have, a compliment from someone like me must be tortuous. I apologize, Hinata-Kun.” Hajime cleared his throat to stop him from talking any further. “It’s not that, Nagito.” Hajime tried to think of something he could say to brush his reaction. He definitely couldn’t give him the real answer, that it made him nervous and almost excited. If he said that it would seem like he liked the guy, which he didn’t.

“You just caught me off guard is all… I didn’t really expect it.” Hajime made a quick glance up to Nagito to gauge his reaction before diverting back to wet sidewalk beneath him. 

“Also, thanks,” he said in a voice that was just barely audible. 

“Oh, you’re welcome then!” Nagito cheered. “Might I also add you have very soft hands-” “Just stop talking…!” Hajime exclaimed, jutting his arms out. Nagito chuckled a bit, Hajime’s reactions seeming to be humoring him. The shorter boy shot him a glare.

“Ah, sorry for laughing,” he said while continuing to laugh. “I just didn’t take you for the easily flustered type.” He nudged the other light-heartedly. Hajime gave him a look of clear annoyance.

“Yeah, whatever. You know exactly what you're doing.”

“Hm? I’m not sure if I know what you mean, Hinata-Kun.” Nagito said with fabricated innocence. “However, you have the nicest shades of brown in your eyes, have I ever mentioned that? Your natural blush is a really pretty color as well, your whole palette is amazing, really.”

Hajime wasn’t looking at Nagito but he could just hear the smile on his face. He’d never spoken with such amusement before and of course it was in an effort to mess with him. He groaned and pinched his temples, wishing he had a fly-swatter for the butterflies in his stomach. 

[lilacpiew]

' blood is thick, but water is forever;; ༄.°

CHAPTER 1.

જ⁀➴ ♡

⤫ pairing. draco malfoy/harry potter

⤫ summary. Harry and Draco end up alone in detention together after being caught out after curfew. Hermione suggested that Harry should catch up on some review for their midterms, especially Potions. She also suggests that he could ask Draco for help while they're just sitting there. Harry and Ron think that's the stupidest idea she's ever had. Nevertheless, Harry shoots his shot, and it actually isn't so bad. He seems... different. He's still Draco, but the cruel vindictiveness that used to shine show brightly in him has dulled. Being replaced with something softer, and nicer. Then Harry finds Draco again, asks him for more help which he surprisingly agrees to. A couple days later he invites him to Hogsmeade? And a Slytherin party?

⤫ tags/warnings. slow burn, pining draco, enemies to lovers, idiots in love, slice of life, mix between 5th and 6th year, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, forced proximity, first kiss, rough kissing, bottom draco, top harry

⤫ words. 1,259 (17k total)

⤫ ao3 link. ✎ᝰ.

⤫ notes. this is multi-chapter story just so yk, 7/15 chapters as of writing this, ao3 will be updated first

 Yeah, you were scarred, And you were cryin' loud, right out in the schoolyard ♬⋆.˚

 Harry rested against the cold, stone walls of the Gryffindor common room. The fireplace burned away as the comforting waves of warmth settled into his chilled skin. It was nice, of course, but did nothing to cure the sweltering headache plaguing him.

 He’d been getting night terrors again.

 He thought they finally subsided, but they were back again; even more vivid and terrifying than the last time. Waking up in cold sweats again, shivering uncontrollably no matter how many blankets he used. Harry already had too much going on, he didn;t need his own mind being one of them. Hardly getting enough sleep was only making things more difficult for him.

 Harry pushed himself off the stone wall, taking in a deep breath. The comfort the Gryffindor common room usually gave him was virtually lost as the stuffiness and now overwhelming heat were only making feel worse. He needed some cool, fresh air. It wasn’t too past curfew… who would mine really?

 ༻❁༺

 Stepping out into the night felt good, he could’ve put on a jacket before coming out here but he figured he’d be fine. The almost sharp sting of the fall air and the smell of nature distracted him from his headache for a moment. For just a singular moment though. Just before it came back in full force and even worse before at the sight of a certain prick’s pale face.

 “What the hell are you doing out here, Potter?”  

Harry instinctively eye-rolled at just the sound of the other man’s voice. He spat out his last name with the same amount of aggression as he did in first year. Draco just wanted to pick a fight with him, it was apparent by the sound of a grating voice. Harry really didn’t want to take the bait, he knew it was just a waste of time even talking to the guy. However, he just couldn’t help himself.

 “I could ask you the same question, Malfoy.”  

Draco jumped down from the tree he was perched on, walking over to Harry. What was this motherfucker hiding in trees like a creep? 

 “I’ll have you know I am a Prefect and I can be out at any time I damn well please.” Draco held up the green Prefect pin buttoned on his coat like a badge of honor, the entitled expression on his face making Harry want to punch him just like Hermione did back in third year. “Now, you answer my question, Potter.”

 Harry sighed and rubbed a hand across his face in an attempt to compose himself. Any other time he would’ve taken this opportunity to punch back. Even if he didn’t like to admit it it was semi-enjoyable dueling and shooting remarks back and forth with Malfoy. Although, tonight was just not the night for that. He was already feeling like shit and he didn’t need a blonde prat making his night any worse than it already was.

 Harry looked back up to Malfoy, the other man’s face flushed from the chill of the night. “Look, I just needed some fresh air. I seriously don’t have the energy to do this back and forth with you right now.” 

  Draco’s bitter expression lightened in a bit, his demeanor shifting from an attack-like mode to 

something calmer. He looked away and cleared his throat. “Well, I suppose that’s fine. Just don’t make a habit out of it.” He shot out the last sentence but there was hardly any genuine bite to it. Almost as if he was trying to maintain the act he thought he needed to keep up. 

 Draco opened his mouth to speak but he paused, his gaze diverting from Harry. He thought for a moment, and then another if he wanted to say what he was thinking. Harry waited, Draco didn’t usually hesitate when speaking to him so to say the least he was a bit curious as to what had got him so quiet.

 “What’s your problem anyways? You look like shit.”  

Harry turned his face away, biting the inside of his cheek. Of course that’s what he had to say. 

 “Well aren’t you just the charmer…” Harry muttered under his breath before starting again, “if it’s any of your concern, Malfoy, I haven’t been getting too great of sleep as of late. Now can I be released from your questioning?”

 Draco crossed his arms, wanting to say more but deciding against it. It wasn’t even enjoyable arguing with the other when he was like this. “Fine, just get back to your dorm quickly. Not all the Prefects are as gracious and forgiving as I am.” Harry wanted so damn badly to say something but he bit his tongue. This was one of the only times he and Malfoy ended a conversation without insults or threats, and he didn’t want to egg him on any further.

 Just as Harry was about to turn away and make his way back inside, the sound of an older man’s voice spread throughout the courtyard. 

 “HEY! WHAT ARE YOU BOTH DOING OUT HERE?” Both Harry and Draco swiveled their heads in the direction the gruff voice was coming, seeing Filch pacing up to them.

 “It’s past curfew for you both! Care to explain what business youse got out here at this hour?”

 Harry internally groaned, knowing he wasn’t getting out of this without detention. In fact, he didn’t even make an effort to argue with the caretaker. Mostly due to the fact that his headache never really left and after having to speak with Malfoy he was all out of energy to protest. 

“Just give me the detention, Sir.”

 “Good, makes my life easier without having to listen to your useless defense–and what about you?” Filch said, turning his attention to Malfoy.

 “I’m a Prefect, I can be out this late.” Malfoy said, hoping that would get him off the hook.

 “Prefects have a route. And standing by a tree in the courtyard talking to a fellow classmate damn sure ain’t a part of yours. You’re both getting detention tomorrow afternoon.”  

Draco opened his mouth to protest before being cut off by the older man. “McGonagall said I gotta stop making kids do my work for me as a detention… so you’re both getting the classic since I don’t feel like coming up with something else for y'all to do! Go to McGonagall’s classroom after your last period, she’ll be there. Now get your asses back to where you’re supposed to be!”

 Filch flailed his arms up before turning around and making his way back inside Hogwarts, grumbling something under his breath as he did so. Harry hung his head lower and squeezed his temples, letting out a groan that was festering in him ever since he saw Draco. 

 “Don’t groan and whine like this isn’t one hundred percent your fault!”

 Harry flicked his head up, only making his pounding head hurt worse but he was too far past his wits end to care at the moment. 

 “My fault? You don’t even have a good reason to be out here! Why the hell were you even sitting up in a tree at this hour anyways?”  

“That’s Prefect business!”  

“That's bullshit! This isn't even a part of your route!”  

———

 No matter how hard Harry tried to prevent it from getting to this, it was only natural that any interaction with Malfoy ended in an argument. Harry didn’t even want to imagine how painful having to spend an entire hour in detention with the other was going to be.

[lilacpiew]

 ' gentle angel;;˚₊‧꒰ა♡໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐

⤫ pairing. nikki maxwell/mackenzie hollister

⤫ summary. every time the photographer so much as touched her nikki felt rage below inside her. mackenzie was hers; she was the only one who was supposed to be touching her. so, once they were finally finished with their shoot, nikki decided she'd remind mackenzie who she belonged to. OR shameless smut. end of sentence.

⤫ tags/warnings. porn without plot, cunnilingus, pet names, explicit, stone top nikki, pillow princes mackenzie, brat taming, modeling, lingerie, established relationship

⤫ words. 1,777

⤫ ao3 link. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

⤫ notes. this is inspired from the longer story i'm writing where Mackenzie is a fashion model and Nikki is a photographer! basically i got bored writing the main story and really wanted to write a specific scene that i might add to the actual story. if the tags and summary weren't notice enough this is completely shameless smut with little plot!! anyways i hope you like it <3

 Nikki watched Mackenzie pose over and over again for the cameraman. The lace collection she was shooting for left little to the imagination. It was usually her who photographed Mackenzie. She was her personal photographer at this point; it being six months since she started working with her. Nevertheless, this time they decided they'd get a male photographer. In the studio's words, it'd be better for a man to handle this kind of shoot as it's supposed to be sexy . 

So Nikki sat watching on the sidelines. She bit the inside of her cheek and the grasp on her camera case tightened when the photographer grabbed Mackenzie by the waist to reposition her. Sure, she’d done that a million times, but it was different when he did it. Nikki let out a loud sigh, looking off to the side. They'd already been going for two hours, there was no reason it should be taking this long.

The man seemingly noticed her annoyance and cleared his throat. “I think that's enough for the editors to work with.” With that short line he began packing up his stuff and heading out.

Nikki jumped up, making her way over to the blonde girl. She leaned in. “Are you done here?” There was a glint in her eyes, one that showed need. Mackenzie pursed her lips, smoothing down her baby pink gloss.

“I think so,” she replied, voice soft. “The photographer's gone so I guess I can leave.” She took a step closer to the other. Nikki's gaze lowered to her body but she quickly regained her composure.

“Let's go then.”

Nikki grabbed onto her arm and pulled her in the direction of Mackenzie's break room. One she was in front of the matte, white door she swung it open, dragging both of them inside. Mackenzie pulled her arms back once the door was closed.

“Did you have to make a scene?” 

“Those makeup ladies don't care.” Mackenzie rolled her eyes. She looked down to the wrist Nikki grabbed onto.

“You didn't have to pull me so hard.”

“Just yesterday you were asking me to choke you.” Mackenzie's face turned flush, mouth opened but not saying anything. Nikki took this moment of surprise to get her where she wanted. The brunette girl slid an arm around the small of her back and moved her to the large, white couch that was in her break room. Mackenzie's head hit the pillow that was already positioned correctly from the last time they did this.

A breathy gasp escaped her lips; her chest bounced tantalizingly when her back hit the cushion of the couch.

“Hands up,” Nikki commanded.

Mackenzie obeyed, bringing her hands up above her head and crossing her wrists together. “Didn't want to constrain me yourself this time?” Mackenzie asked, sarcastically. 

“You said your wrist hurt.” Nikki trailed her hands up her chest. “I don't want to hurt my angel anymore than I have to…” 

Mackenzie writhed in her spot as Nikki squeezed her breasts, biting her lower lip. Her face turned a pretty shade of red at the nickname and she shut up quickly. Nikki untied her satin and lace cover-up, revealing the lingerie set underneath.

The top was a white bralette with lace adorning most of the fabric. Just below the hem at the top, two pieces of white mesh fabric were sewed on for frill detailing. Lastly, there was a small, pink rose stitched between the cups. 

Nikki positioned her hands beneath her breasts and pushed them upwards. They spilled over the low-coverage bra.

“Look at how they've got you dressed up,” Nikki whispered into her skin, her voice low. “Like a pretty little slut.”

Mackenzie whimpered quietly.

“Did you like having that man's hands all over you? Like this?” Nikki moved her hands down to the other's waist, similarly to how the photographer did.

Mackenzie took a deep breath in. “I liked how you were looking at me… Like you were fucking me in your mind–”

Mackenzie's snarky response was cut short by Nikki grinding her thigh against her groin.

“A-ah!” 

Nikki's hands squeezed her waist tightly. “You can read me well.” She leaned closer into the other girl's ear. “That's exactly what I was thinking.” 

Nikki took advantage of her now weakened state and spread her legs open further. The bottoms of the lingerie set were also white and lacy. The base was nothing to write home about, it just being regular lingerie underwear with some lace. What really added to it was the almost skirt-like frill that framed the top. Along with that there was also a thin bow just below the belly button, it being the same color as the rose detail on the bra. 

Nikki pressed two fingers on the wet of her crotch. She pressed her fingers down, causing Mackenzie’s back to arch and a moan escaped her glossed lips.

“You're very sensitive today. I love it.”

Nikki began to slip off the girl's underwear, painstakingly slow. Mackenzie's mind began to search for anything to distract from the throbbing feeling coming from her lower area.

“Y’know…” she began. “They're actually letting me keep the things I wore today. Since it’d be unsanitary for others to use them.” She felt the air hit her now completely exposed sex, but she continued on. “So I can wear them for you later too.” She smirked. “It would be like a private modeling session, put me in any position you'd like.” Mackenzie's icy eyes were glued to Nikki’s. She didn't look like she was going to respond, that was until Mackenzie felt two fingers thrust themselves inside her.

“Ah! Fuck!” Mackenzie yelped, mouth in the shape of an O. Said fingers began to push themselves in and out, forcing open her walls. When the shock left her body Mackenzie rolled her hips in time with Nikki’s movements.

“You couldn't have given me a warning?” 

“You can't expect to say things like that and me not do anything.” Nikki’s thumb pressed against her clit and moved in the form of a circle. 

“So is that what you want me to do? Get you all dressed up and treat you like a sex doll?” The words were brash but her tone was rather loving. Mackenzie's thighs began to tremble and she whimpered, but she nodded.

“Yes… please. ”

Nikki smiled, leaning in closer. She felt Mackenzie's breath hit her lips and Mackenzie felt Nikki's hit hers.

“Good girl. Telling me exactly what you want.”

She connected Mackenzie's lips to hers. The moment she did Mackenzie was leaning forward and practically trying to suck her lips off. Nikki used her free hand to hold her down, pressing it against her chest. Mackenzie silently obeyed, leaning back down on the couch and letting Nikki lips take the lead. 

Nikki's tongue entered her mouth, exploring every inch of it with skillfulness. Mackenzie kept her mouth open wide and let her. She stayed still, Nikki's fingers still pounding into her. Nikki’s whole ‘sex doll’ comparison wasn’t too far off. Mackenzie was laying there, legs spread wide open and mouth agape, letting Nikki do whatever she pleases to her, pretty much like a doll. Moans began to fill the break room; soft, loud, low, high-pitched. 

Nikki broke away from the kiss, looking down at the blonde girl below her. She had lip-gloss smudged across her face, her hair was frizzy, her face was glistening in sweat. She looked like an angel.

“Nikki…” She dragged out, lips puffy. 

“Hm?” Nikki's voice was feigned in innocence, a stark contrast to her fingers being knuckle deep inside Mackenzie.

“Please.” Her voice was whiney, any amount of pride she had to save was well gone. 

“Please what, baby? You have to tell me what you want.” Nikki smiled down at her. Playing with her like this was the best. Mackenzie let out a soft whine and instead of using her words she entangled her well-manicured hand into Nikki’s short, brown hair. She gently pushed Nikki’s head further down until her face was mere inches away from her groin. 

“I see…” Nikki proclaimed with a stifled laugh. “No toy today then?” Her voice was softer than it was earlier. With Mackenzie in such a hazy and helpless state it’d be a little mean to keep out the harsh act. The blonde haired girl nodded, still not speaking. She leaned back, panting heavily and eyes half closed. Her pupils were blown wide and her cheeks were cherry red. 

“Well,” Nikki started. “How could I say no?” She grabbed onto Mackenzie's thighs in a way to stabilize herself as well as the other. She leaned down even lower and the base of her tongue came in contact with Mackenzie. She did it the same way she’d done it before, start slow and soft then pick and use the tip of her tongue. She knew how to make Mackenzie cum better than she knew how to make herself. It was almost mindless now, like driving somewhere you’ve been to a million times. Instead of her movements she now was able to focus on how Mackenzie reacted. Every moan was like music to her ear’s, every flinch made her heart skip, and every time she pulled at her hair she knew she was doing something right.

 “Nikki! I’m…!” Those were the last words she got out before she came undone. Nikki savored every part of it. From her taste to how her hips jerked rapidly and then slowed down until she finally fell limp. Nikki let her lay for a while, getting a wet rag to clean her up as she caught her breath. Mackenzie forced open her eyes, finding Nikki’s body.

“Please… get these ‘clothes’ off me.”

Nikki smiled, holding back a laugh. She set down the rag and lifted Mackenzie’s upper body to unclasp her bra. Once she did she pulled down the strap and threw it to the side. She then went to turn on the fan and retrieved a thin blanket. Covering Mackenzie’s almost feverish body with it, she leaned down to get eye-level with her.

“You did so good for me,” she said. “Now try and rest before we have to go back home.” Nikki brought a hand to the side of her face, caressing her gently.

“Mm…” That was all Mackenzie could get out before her eyes finally closed, seemingly going to sleep. Although, one of her hands escaped from underneath the blanket. It wrapped around Nikki’s, which was still cupping her cheek, and she brought it to her lips. She placed the softest, most gentle kiss known to man upon Nikki’s knuckles; almost like a ‘thank you.’

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⤫ pairing. nagito komaeda/hajime hinata

⤫ summary. after byakuya's death, hajime can't get any sleep. he decides to go out to the shore and get some fresh air. after only a few moments nagito sneaks up on him, claiming he saw hajime leave his cottage and followed him, so no one kills him. hajime tells nagito he came out to clear his head, but it didn't work, nagito suggests he should go swimming. 

⤫ tags/warnings. fluff with feelings, near death experience, short, more story based rather than romance

⤫ words. 2,606

⤫ ao3 link.  ⋆˚꩜｡⛱

 The smell of the salty sea was a nice change to the stuffiness of Hajime’s cottage. After everything that had conspired earlier, Byakuya dying and having to go through the class trial, he just couldn’t sleep. That seemed to be an issue most of the others were facing as well as the lights were still on in some cabins; at least he wasn’t completely alone. Noticeably, Nagito’s windows were dark. He’s probably sleeping just fine… he didn’t feel a semblance of empathy back in the trial room, so why would he now.

Hajime gazed upon the ocean water, the moonlight casting an almost dreamy look to it. If it hadn’t been for their situation this would be a lovely sight to see. However, all he could think about was how cut off from the world they were. Unless they found a way to get off the island themselves they’d be stuck here until the day they die. No one would just randomly venture off to a presumably deserted island. He knew their chances of escape were slim, and that was him being generous. They were all truly going to die here, being picked off one by one by the hands of their own classmates who were driven to murder. It really does make you want to just end it on your own terms instead of being another murder victim or killer…

 Hajime carded his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. The reason he came out here was to stop these kinds of thoughts that were flooding his head, but it was pointless. The only thing he could do right now was go back to his cottage and just hope sleep would come to him. He turned around, head hung low. From the corner of his eye though he saw a green and white figure. He jumped, senses on high alert. 

 “Ah! Hajime yelped, “Nagito?” He took a couple steps back from the man standing in front of him. 

“Hinata-Kun!” Nagito exclaimed back, rather teasingly. “Sorry,” he let out a stifled laugh, “I didn’t want to frighten you by tapping your shoulder or anything.”

Hajime straightened up, “so, standing behind me like a stalker and just waiting was your solution?”

“What did you expect from someone like me?” Nagito’s lips were formed in a smile as well as a grimace.

Hajime was already aggravated, from just seeing his stupid face and from him pivoting to wallowing in own self-pity only two seconds into the conversation. 

“Whatever,” he clicked his tongue, “is there a reason why you're out here?” Hajime looked away, eyes diverting back to the dark blue ocean landscape in front of him.

“Well, I noticed you leaving your cottage earlier.” Hajime scrunched up his face, he was never really good at hiding his emotions, his expression would always give them away. “Sorry, is that strange? I wasn’t watching you, I just happened to notice it.”

“It doesn’t matter, continue.”

Nagito nodded, “then I saw you walk down to the beach. I thought to myself, if someone else saw you down here all alone they might kill you.” Hajime’s jaw clenched at his words but his eyes stayed fixated on everything but also nothing. He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t realize he was making himself an easy target by being out here.

“So,” Nagito continued, “I figured I’d join you so that was less likely to happen!” He finished his explanation with a smile. Hajime was still for a moment before his eyes diverted to Nagito’s. “Didn’t you say you’d help someone murder another if they asked you to? How am I supposed to know that isn’t exactly what you’re doing right now?”

Nagito was silent, an almost blank expression on his face. He seemed like he didn’t know what to say; Hajime thought he wasn’t going to say anything honestly. Although, he could never keep his mouth shut for too long.

“A murder took place just a couple hours ago. It’s best to give the symbols of hope time to reflect on what conspired before someone else can be used as a stepping stone for hope.”

The soft smile present on his face just moments before was gone. The response sounded like something he’d say, hell he was using the same terminology he used during the trial when he was talking about Byakuya and Teruteru. Before though his words carried passion, convection. He believed everything he said whole-heartedly, that was clear. Here, however, it was like he was forcing the answer out… like it was a lie.

 Even so, Hajime didn’t feel like bringing it up.

“Then I’ll go, bye,” he said, making an attempt to walk back to his cottage. In spite of that a hand clasped around his wrist and halted his movement. He looked back to see Nagito staring at him, mouth opened slightly and smokey eyes wide. There was a long, drawn out silence, both of the boys not breaking eye contact. That was until Nagito blinked rapidly and swallowed, his soft but dangerous smile spreading across his lips yet again.

“You got to ask a question; now it’s my turn.” 

Hajime untensed his muscles and stood forward, facing Nagito. “Hurry up.” He pulled his arm away from Nagito, being met with no resistance.

 “Why did you come out here?”

Hajime sighed, expecting the question. “To clear my head,” he kept his answer short and sweet, “can I go now?” He asked, but made no effort to actually leave. 

Nagito let out a soft hum, as if in thought. “Did it work?”

“Did what work?”

“Coming out here. Did it clear your head?” He sounded genuine, at least more than he usually did. Hajime paused to think. If he was being honest it didn't really do a damn thing. He ended up having the same suffocating and despair inducing thoughts he had when he was staring up at his ceiling trying to force himself to sleep. The fresh air was a nice change, but it didn’t exactly make him feel any better.

“No.” The lack of emotion in his own voice was frightening, he could hardly recognize it as his own. Nagito sadly smiled. “That’s too bad.” He had a depressed look on his face, one similar to the one everyone else was wearing after the class trial. If what Hajime was feeling before was numbness or bleakness, it was dissolved in an instant; now his main emotions were pure anger and resentment.

“You don’t have the right to sulk,” Hajime stepped closer to him. “You’re part of the reason Byakuya died.” Hajime knew he wasn’t fully to blame, Teruteru was already a step away from murder, Nagito just gave him an easy opportunity. Still, he didn’t help when he easily could've. He knew the culprit was Teruteru from the start but said nothing. 

“It should’ve been you.”

He meant those words, every bit of them. Usually he wouldn’t say things like that as it wouldn't help their situation any. No amount of wishing Nagito died in Byakuya’s place will make it happen.

The reaction on Nagito’s face was unreadable; it wasn’t sadness, nor offense. If Hajime had to put a name on it he would say glum, but even that didn’t describe it correctly. The white-haired  boy looked out to the sea, much like Hajime did moments prior.

 “...You never swam that day, did you?” His voice was distant, like he was somewhere Hajime wasn’t.

“What are you talking about?”

“The first day we arrived, when we all went swimming. You didn’t get to, did you?” He still wasn’t looking at him. It was as if the ocean was replaying a memory and he was completely enamored.

“You wanted to. But then Monokuma showed up.”

“What does that matter?” Nagito finally teared his eyes away from the water, “why don’t you try doing that?” “...Swimming?” Hajime couldn’t think of a more useless idea, though he didn’t say in fear of starting Nagito off on one of his self-loathing rambles.

“Maybe it would help.” The boy in front of him forces yet another grin, he guesses in a way to seem welcoming. 

“I’m not running all the way back to my cottage to get a swimsuit.” Nagito rolled his eyes. It was the first non-off-putting thing he did since the trial. It reminded Hajime of the Nagito he knew before, the one that wasn’t bat-shit insane.

“I know you have a million of those clothes in your cottage; what’s the harm in getting one a little salty?” Hajime bit the inside of his cheek and looked away. 

“Fine,” he huffed out. He slid past Nagito, walking down to the water first in an attempt to take control of the situation. He slipped the sandals he wore down here off his feet and took a step into the barely inch level water. 

“Is it cold?” He heard the other’s voice coming from close behind him. "It's midnight, Nagito. Why wouldn’t it be cold?” He asked rhetorically.

“Well then maybe I should keep my coat on.” Nagito was on his right now, mimicking his actions with his feet in the water as well. Hajime looked in his direction, not turning his head but just his eyes. “That scrap of fabric isn’t going to help you.” With those words Hajime pushed Nagito forward, causing him to stumble and have the water reach his mid-calf.

He looked back, laughing. “What was that for?”

“It was a gut reaction.” Hajime said simply, taking a couple steps forward himself. They both continued to walk deeper into the water until it was up to their stomachs.

 “If I get hypothermia and die-”

“I will take full responsibility for your death.” Nagito finished his sentence for him, earning a smirk from Hajime. 

The two stood still, Hajime glanced around while Nagito’s eyes were glued to him. An awkward level of silence began to brew. He never had a hard time chattering on before, Hajime thought, the one time I actually want him to talk he’s silent… What an annoying guy.

Hajime cleared his throat. “Let’s go out a little bit further.” He swam past Nagito, hearing him begin to swim behind him shortly after. 

“Is this helping, Hinata-kun?” Nagito called out.

“Helping with what?” Hajime continued to swim farther and farther, absent-mindedly. It was pretty relaxing, moving so easily and feeling the chilling water brush over his skin. The feeling of wet, soggy clothes wasn’t exactly ideal, however.

Hajime heard Nagito yell out what he assumed to be his name; he was so far ahead now he could barely make it out. Did he lose momentum already? Hajime snickered to himself and tried to turn around, but he wasn’t able to, he just kept moving. 

Moving wasn’t the right word, he was being pulled. He tried to anchor his feet to the sand beneath him but it was futile. Every time a wave came he was being jerked further out. Panic was setting in, there were practically no tides just a moment ago, how did it pick up so quickly? His thoughts did nothing to help him, neither did the flailing of his arms or the rapid kicking of his feet. 

He was neck deep at this point, salt-water seeping in and coating his mouth. 

He stopped moving in an endeavor to calm himself down and think of something. What was there to think about, though? He wasn’t going to beat the ocean in a battle of strength; all he could do was hope the tides settled before he got too far, or before he drowned.  

  Then he felt Nagito’s arm wrap around his stomach, dragging him in the direction of the shore. Hajime immediately latched onto his arm like it was a life-vest, which it kind of was in this situation. The tides began to calm down and the water that was almost engulfing him was getting shallower. 

When he finally felt dry, unmoving sand on his feet he practically collapsed. Nagito laid him down, both of them panting heavily and not saying a word. The taller boy kneeled on the sand, grabbed Hajime’s shoulder and lifted him up a bit. His grey eyes scanned over Hajime rapidly. He had an expression on his face Hajime usually never got to see, fear. From the moment they landed on this hellish island he was never not calm. The times he ‘showed’ genuine distress never felt all that real, always seeming too casual for the situation. Though, the look in his eyes now, the shakiness of his breath, none of it could be any more authentic.

Hajime was then pulled into an embrace. It wasn’t soft nor comforting, the arms around him were exceedingly tight, like they were grasping for dear life. He would’ve pushed the other off but his arms didn’t have the strength left in them to do much of anything.

When he was finally released he sat up, Nagito pressed a hand on his back to steady him which was much appreciated. Hajime’s exhausted eyes met Nagito’s wide ones, “thank you,” he got out, choking up some salt-water after he spoke.

When Nagito didn’t reply Hajime continued speaking, “how did you do that?” The tides were the strongest he’s ever seen, which, being completely honest, wasn't saying much as he hasn’t seen many large tides in his life. Even so, the fact that Nagito was able to pull both himself and Hajime out of that situation was almost inhuman. 

 “...I trusted my luck, I guess.” Nagito’s voice was quiet and he was still staring at Hajime like he was going to disintegrate right in front of him. Hajime wanted to roll his eyes at hearing that phrase, but he didn’t. “Well then, your talent isn’t so useless then, is it? Without it I would’ve likely drowned out there.” Hajime felt a bizarre need to console him. Maybe it was the fact that he had just saved him from certain death, or it was the way he was trembling like a scared puppy that made Hajime empathize with him.

He was yanked into yet another embrace, this one being much gentler than the last. 

“You could’ve died…” Nagito whispered, head pressed against the side of Hajime’s.

“Wouldn't I have made a pretty good ‘stepping stone for hope?’” Hajime’s tone was a mix between sarcasm, as it normally is, and light-heartedness.

“No.” Nagito squeezed him harder. 

Hajime chuckled. “Monokuma would’ve probably ruled it as a suicide. That wouldn’t be too hope inspiring, would it?”

“It would’ve been my fault,” he started. “I’m the one who told you to go out there.”

Hajime pulled him off, a hand pressed against the other’s chest. “You didn’t tell me to go that far out into the ocean while it was midnight. I did that myself.”

Nagito’s lips parted to object but Hajime cut him off, lifting himself off the beach floor. 

“Let’s go. It’s too late to be out here any longer, and these clothes feel gross.” Hajime grabbed Nagito’s wrist and pulled him up as well, ignoring the screaming in his fatigued arms when he did so.

   When he finally made it back to his own cottage he turned to face Nagito. He didn’t look as panicky as he did moments before and his breathing had calmed down. 

“Are you fine now?” Hajime asked.

“Are you fine?”

Hajime sighed. “I’ll be fine when I actually get some sleep. The moment my head hits my pillow I’ll probably pass out. So, your idea did help in the end.” Nagito smiled at his words. “Goodnight, Hinata-kun.”

Hajime nodded. “Goodnight.”

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⤫ pairing. nikki maxwell/mackenzie hollister

⤫ summary. mackenzie shows up to nikki's locker with yet another cruel scheme to embarrass her and nikki finally snaps. she pulls them both in a nearby storage closet and chews her out, feeling extremely proud of herself. when she goes to open the door, it doesn't budge. of course, the day she finally decides to stand up for herself she goes and does one of the dorkiest things possible.

⤫ tags/warnings. trapped in a closet, forced proximity, small amount of smut, kissing, neck kissing, grinding, coming out

⤫ words. 3,621

⤫ ao3 link. ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

Nikki was at her locker just getting her books like normal; suddenly she heard the clicking of heels behind. Groaning internally, she looked to her side to find Mackenzie Hollister.

 "Hi, Nikki. I just love your outfit today, I think my grandma has something similar."

 She laughed as Nikki rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek in annoyance. Mackenzie leaned against the locker and pulled out her phone, "by the way Nikki, I nominated you for Sweetheart Queen!" Mackenzie pulled a stack of posters out from her designer bag. The posters read, 'Vote Nikki Maxwell for Sweetheart Queen! Behind her utterly dorky personality and horrid fashion sense, she's actually pretty cool!'

 The picture that was used was the one she accidentally sent to Brandon. She had tangled hair, sleep in her eyes, and was completely caught off guard when it was taken.

 Nikki's eyes widened when she saw it, her face turning a slight red color. "How did you even get that picture?" Nikki shouted as she tried to take the poster from Mackenzie, inevitably failing.

"That doesn't matter," Mackenzie said, "what matters is that the whole school will see your perfectly authentic self." With a sly smirk she began sashaying away. 

Nikki stood still for a moment. She decided that she would no longer be a doormat and just deal with whatever miserable thing Mackenzie wanted to do to her. Nikki ran up to Mackenzie and grabbed her by the shoulders, rushing her into a nearby supplies closet.

 She hurriedly shut the door, not noticing the click sound coming from the lock as she did. "If you think you can just do whatever you want to me, you're wrong, Mackenzie." Nikki said with a newfound confidence. 

She snatched the papers away from the stunned girl in front of her, cramming them into her own book bag. "I don't plan to put up with any more of your awfulness, starting today," she exclaimed with a proud look, though not very visible in the dimly lit closet. Nikki grabbed the door handle and attempted to turn it, but it stopped. She twisted and turned for what seemed like forever before realizing she had locked her and the girl who hates her guts in a cramped supplies closet.

Nikki subconsciously pinched her temple: of course, the day she finally decides to stand up to Mackenzie she goes and does the one of the dorkiest things imaginable.

 "Good going, Einstein. Now we're both stuck here..." Mackenzie slumped against the wall, pulling her tube of lip gloss out of her handbag and reapplying it. 

"Seriously?" Nikki exclaimed, "We're locked in a closet and the first thing you think of is to reapply your makeup?" 

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, "Well some of us would like to look presentable every now and then, Bug Girl." Nikki sighed, trying to calm herself down. "Whatever, just- where's your phone?" Nikki questioned, clearly already sick of Mackenzie's behavior. 

"I left it in my locker when you jerked me across the hall, idiot. And if anyone steals my stuff while we're in here you're going to pay for it!"

 Nikki groaned silently yet again, tuning out Mackenzie's blabbering. Great , now they’re going to be stuck in this closet for who knows how long. Why did Mackenzie choose today to not have her phone glued to her hand? 

Nikki slumped to the floor, holding her knees close to her chest in the suffocating small space. "Well get comfortable, who knows how long it'll be until someone checks in here."

Mackenzie made a disgusted face when Nikki's shoes grazed hers as she sat down, moving further back from her. "Ugh, keep your distance, dork..." Mackenzie went back to touching up her makeup with the limited supplies she had, lip gloss and mascara.

 A couple minutes passed, maybe fifteen. The silence was deafening at this point.

  "So..."

 "Shut up."

 Nikki brows furrowed, "well do you want to sit in silence forever?"

 "That'd be better than having to talk to you."

 Mackenzie crossed her arms, looking down at the floor. This is going to be a long day... Nikki thought. 

She started to look around the closet, maybe there was something here to help them get out. Her eyes locked onto a flashlight, not extremely helpful but they wouldn't have to be sitting in the dark at least. She reached up to grab it, instead it just rolled off the shelf, landing on her head with a loud knock.

 "Oww..."

Nikki rubbed her head, another dorky thing she did today added to the list. Then she heard it, a quiet laugh from the girl in front of her. 

It didn't sound mean, it almost sounded endearing. She looked up to find Mackenzie's eyes, or where she thought Mackenzie's eyes were in the dark. She had a smile on her face, not the normal mocking one, but a kind of... friendly one?

 However, it was quickly replaced with a forced scowl and a quick roll of the eyes. Nikki brushed it off, grabbing the fallen flashlight and clicking it on.

"Here, now we don't have to sit in the dark..."

She said as she placed the flashlight down in between them. The light illuminated Mackenzie's face, casting a light that brightened up her icy blue eyes.

"You have pretty eyes..."

 Nikki didn't mean to say that, it was supposed to be an internal thought just like when she would think Mackenzie's hair looked extra shiny one day or lips were just the perfect amount of glossy. She mentally cursed herself, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. However, when she glanced up at Mackenzie, she saw her... blushing . Just a bit, she would’ve missed it without the flashlight but it was there. A faint tint of red flushed across her cheeks, a more saturated color than the blush she manually applied.

Nikki saw Mackenzie get hundreds of compliments a day, much more than just, 'you have pretty eyes,' and she's never reacted this way. She would just force out an appreciative 'thank you' and then go about her day like it was nothing. So, why this? Why had Nikki been able to get a reaction out of her when over half the male population at school couldn't?

 "Thanks, I guess..." Mackenzie muttered, going back to reapplying her lip gloss. Nikki realized that it was almost like a nervous response for Mackenzie, something that grounded her, kind of like when Nikki would chew the top of a pen or curl her hair with her finger. 

"Oh, you're welcome... I just- the light from the flashlight... y'know..."

Nikki rambled on, trying to save herself but she was just making things worse.

 "Right, thanks. You've got... a symmetrical face, or something..." Mackenzie mustered out. Nikki rolled her eyes slightly, but decided it was at least something. "Thanks..."

Mackenzie slightly bit her lip and made a face like she was mentally cursing herself for saying something stupid, just like Nikki did so often. At that moment, Nikki saw something in Mackenzie. Beyond the pretty face and mean girl appearance, she saw something real. Nikki wanted to keep going, to ask questions or say more things to get a reaction. But she didn't know if she should. So, she decided she'd try something small.

 "Hey, are you alright? You seemed a little shaken up when I complimented you..."

And then just like that, the fire in her eyes was back.

" I'm fine. Stop trying to read into everything I do, dork."

 Nikki's curiosity crumbled, now being replaced by the familiar disdain she had anytime she had to be in Mackenzie’s presence. However, the fire in Mackenzie's eyes dwelled, the look of vulnerability and... realness coming back.

"...Sorry. It's just…"

Mackenzie's apology sounded forced, probably because she never apologizes for anything, but it was something.

Mackenzie didn't look like she was going to say more, but Nikki needed to know what was going on inside her head. "It's just what?" Nikki asked, trying to sound as soft and understanding as possible when she was talking to her worst enemy.

 "... I don't know."

Nikki's shoulders slumped, clearly disappointed.

 Mackenzie huffed at the other girl’s reaction, " Ok , it's just..." she tried again, "It's not you." Nikki's brows furrowed, not really understanding what she was trying to say. Mackenzie sighed, internally trying to piece together her response. "I mean, you're not the reason why I'm mean to you."

Nikki still didn't really get it, but she was sure going to try. "So, why are you? You've had it out for me since day one, if I'm not the reason then what is?" Nikki almost sounded desperate, she'd always wondered why Mackenzie did the things she did, simply being mean-spirited wouldn't warrant the lengths she would go to embarrass her. It’s like it has always been personal, since day one.

"I'm not quite sure... You like Brandon, of course. And I do too so there's that. But, I think it could be because you're ruining everything I thought it knew..."

Mackenzie looked to the ground, quietly admitting her deepest feelings to the girl she'd sworn she hated. When she looked up, she saw Nikki's brown eyes boring into hers. Mackenzie's bit of confidence disintegrated at the sight. She made herself smaller, squeezing her arms to her sides and gripping them even closer.

"Stop making me talk about these things! You're just trying to find dirt on me, I'm not stupid." Mackenzie spat out, but she still didn't look angry, really. 

"I'm not trying to do that, Mackenzie. I just want to understand."

Nikki's voice was calm but assertive, her eyes showed a level of truthfulness Mackenzie hadn't seen in anyone before. Not her parents, nor her friends. Her resolve started to crack, just before it completely dissolved as she felt Nikki's hand covering her own.

 "Just tell me. Tell me why you do the things you do, what you say here will stay here." Mackenzie didn't completely trust her, but her determination to keep up her act was gone the moment she felt Nikki's breath on her lips. She was so close to her…

"I..." She started, "you've messed up everything." Her words looked malicious on their own but her tone was everything but. "I've 'liked' Brandon ever since I started middle school. He was what I put my energy into every day. But then you transferred here and I finally felt a real attraction to someone. But you liked Brandon, and I could never like another girl... my mother would kill me."

Mackenzie's eyes started to swell with tears, a few running down her cheeks. "I like you, Nikki. But I could never tell you that, so I decided I'd just hate you. I pushed away the thoughts I had about you but they never stopped. I thought if I made you hate me enough I'd also start hating you, but it didn't work."

Mackenzie was really crying now, not sobbing just yet but tears were spilling from her eyes, mixing with her mascara. Nikki was unsure of what to do, her mind was reeling at Mackenzie's confession. With a trembling hand, she reached up to Mackenzie's face and tried to wipe her tears. 

"It's okay, Mackenzie." That was all she could think of, to try and calm her. To her surprise, it seemed to work. 

"Thank you... for not hating me even more. I know you still do and you have every right.”

 She's being so real , Nikki thought to herself. She'd never seen this side of her, ever. Nikki slowly brought her closer, gently resting the girl’s face on her own shoulder. She felt her shirt getting damp with tears, but she could care less. She held her by the waist, a little awkward but a caring gesture, nonetheless. She let Mackenzie softly cry in her arms, trying to get her stable enough to have a conversation with her.

Soon, Mackenzie pulled back, wiping away the wetness from her cheeks. Her makeup was ruined, mascara running her face and her lip gloss smudged, but she never looked more beautiful.

 "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you; you don't need to be bothered with my feelings. I've never shown any care to yours so you shouldn't have to hear about mine. I could probably transfer schools, start anew so neither me or you would have to be around each other after this-" Nikki grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her out of her self-hatred imbued monologue. "I don't hate you. I don't want you to move schools. Just, stop getting in your own head."

Nikki never thought she'd be the one telling someone else this, it was always her having a freakout. Nikki tried to get her thoughts together. Honestly, she had always thought she could have feelings for Mackenzie. She knew she liked girls ever since she was in the third grade; she saw a pretty girl and started getting the feeling she did around boys she liked. Her mom was very supportive, I guess she can't say them same.

However, Mackenzie always acted like she wanted her dead, so she never entertained those thoughts. Chloe and Zoey had always told her it was kind of weird to count how many coats of lip gloss Mackenzie applied or memorize the way she swayed her hips when she walked well enough to reenact it. But she ignored them time and time again.

"Mackenzie, listen to me closely. I don't hate you. In fact, I have always been sort of enamored by you. If you didn't 'hate' me I would have probably asked you out, or more than likely I would’ve really wanted to but never actually do it until one day it would just come out. Kind of like right now.”

"Really...?" Mackenzie asked in a broken voice. It was almost adorable how she sounded if it wasn't for the sadness mixed with relief in her eyes.

"Yes, so don't feel bad. You've got nothing to be ashamed of." Nikki gave her a smile, an attempt to console her.

 "Kiss me."

Nikki's eyes widened and her grasp on Mackenzie's shoulders went weak. "W-what...?"

 "You don't have to if you don't want to…” She backtracked, “but maybe it will help me get over it, so we can put it behind us." Mackenzie looked at Nikki like she was the world itself, her eyes pleading. "Um, if it will make you feel better, I guess... we could." Nikki was very unsure about this; she wasn't even completely positive that this wasn't another cruel prank Mackenzie was playing on her. It wouldn't be the first time she went this far to humiliate her. But when Nikki felt Mackenzie soft, plump lips hit hers, all those doubts disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Then she felt a well-manicured hand entangle itself in her brown hair, holding her head still. It was as if all the fear and nervousness had left Mackenzie’s body. 

Nikki had never kissed anyone before; however she was sure Mackenzie had kissed dozens from how her lips moved in a beautiful dance against her own inexperienced ones. She tried to mimic her confidence, placing her hands around the other girl’s waist. Mackenzie pushed herself up further onto Nikki, softly grinding her upper body against the other's. Nikki felt a hand cover one of her own, it guided her up to Mackenzie’s chest.

Is this really happening? Are we seriously going to do this in a supplies closet?

 Nikki’s questioning was met with Mackenzie unlocking their lips and muttering the simple words, “You look so pretty…” 

Nikki’s already flushed face turned a brighter shade of red. Never in a million years would she have thought that Mackenzie Hollister would’ve called her even mildly attractive. Especially not in the hushed, genuine tone that she had.

“You do too… of course,” she stammered. Mackenzie's lips curled upwards into a soft smile. Then her head dipped downwards, and her lips and tongue were moving all over Nikki’s neck. 

“A-Ah…!” Nikki half yelped and half moaned. Her body was rolling subconsciously in turn with Mackenzie’s.

“I won’t leave any marks… promise,” Mackenzie spoke through heavy breaths. Her hands were pressing against Nikki’s hips, holding her in place yet again. 

 As much as Nikki enjoyed being held down and ravished, she did want to take some action of her own. She thought back to what she heard through retellings of certain… experiences that were similar to this one. She recalled a conversion she overheard in Chemistry, there was this guy that claimed that there was something he did that would get any girl wet in seconds. Nikki wasn’t really planning to have sex in a closet with Mackenzie but it was the first thing she thought of.

She pushed her thigh up, so it was pressed against the fabric of Mackenzie’s underwear. Then she grinded her thigh against Mackenzie, not really sure of what she was wanting to accomplish.

Nevertheless, the sound that left Mackenzie’s mouth was greater than anything she could’ve hoped for. She stopped her abuse to Nikki’s neck and a high-pitched, breathy but full, moan escaped her glossed lips. She pulled back, hazy eyes meeting Nikki's.

“Where did you learn that hm?” She asked with a smile, her voice low and sultry.

“Um… Just something I know,” Nikki responded, trying to sound sure of herself but the expression on her face made it clear she wasn't.

 “Show me more then…” Mackenzie whispered with a teasing laugh. She lifted her body off of Nikki's, a waiting look on her face.

Nikki blinked rapidly, her mind grasping at any other act she could perform. The moment she thought of something her hands went to work immediately. They slid under Mackenzie's top and made their way up to her breasts. Nikki felt the lace of her bra on her fingertips; she quickly gave them a firm squeeze before she began massaging.

Nikki wasn't really sure where this was coming from, it was like her body was moving faster than her mind was, but she was enjoying it, nevertheless.

 “Is this your first time doing this stuff, Nikki?” Mackenzie asked, panting. The brown-eyed girl was pulled from her thoughts at the question.

“Um, yeah… is that obvious?” Nikki let out a nervous laugh, her hands still moving against Mackenzie's clothed skin as she spoke.

“No, actually.”

That definitely wasn't the response Nikki expected.

“Well, the expressions on your face show it, but your movements are… pretty good.” Mackenzie rolled her hips as she spoke, pushing her chest further against Nikki’s hands.

“Oh, well… thanks.” Nikki smiled, “If I had to guess I'd say this is well past your first time?”

Mackenzie laughed, adorable , “That it is. I'm glad my experience got noticed.”

The light-hearted and joking tone coming from her was so new to hear. She was normally so cut-throat, every word coming out as sharp as her eyeliner. 

Mackenzie leaned down to go in for another kiss before a loud ringing noise flooded the supplies closet. They both jumped and Nikki quickly removed her hands from under Mackenzie's shirt.

 “Get up.” Nikki commanded and Mackenzie immediately did as she was told. Nikki's stomach flipped at how quickly she obeyed her; she'd set that to the side for now. There wasn't a likely chance someone was going to swing open the door the moment class ended, but any small chance was chance enough. Mackenzie smoothed down her clothes and fixed her hair as best she could, Nikki did the same.

“We still can't get out of here, though.” Nikki said, almost to herself. Mackenzie perked up, like an actual light bulb went off in her head.

“Ah! I have an idea!” She exclaimed, grabbing a bobby pin from her hair and straightening it out. She pushed in into the lock of the closet door and fiddled with it, then there was a click.

 Nikki shot her a glare, “You couldn't have thought of that any earlier?” 

Mackenzie looked back, “Well aren't you glad I didn't?”

Nikki rolled her eyes and shoved Mackenzie out of the door. The halls were flooded with people; the onetime Nikki was happy about that. No one even glanced their way when they walked out of the closet. Mackenzie cut through the crowd, rushing back to her locker to retrieve her phone. She held it to her chest, sighing in relief.

Nikki walked over to her locker as well, turning the lock and grabbing her things. It was the end of the day now, which she couldn't have been happier about. She tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear, then her fingers came in contact with a sticky substance that coated the left side of her neck.

 “Eugh. Mackenzie, you got lip gloss all over my neck.” Nikki rubbed it off or at least tried to.

Mackenzie tilted her head to get a closer look, “You can barely see it. At least I didn't leave any marks,” she whispered out her last words.

“Well, maybe next time you can.” Nikki responded swiftly.

“Next time?” Mackenzie looked taken aback, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, next time,” Nikki stated like she was speaking it into existence. “Anyways, see you later Mackenzie.” She flashed the blonde girl a smile before turning away and strolling up the hall to the front doors.

She'd dreamed of this moment, speaking her mind to Mackenzie and then ‘sashaying’ away just like she did. She'd always imagined the sweet feeling of revenge she'd get when it happened, but in reality, there were butterflies in her stomach and heat still building in her cheeks as she felt Mackenzie's gaze linger on her back.