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aphroditesmoon · 2 years

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reverie

jock!jacaerys velaryon x reader (modern au)

summary: He just wants you to be his.

warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!), social anxiety

a/n: today I give you himbo jace. tomorrow? who knows? thank you for 400 followers! <33 ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

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You curse loudly as you are met with Jace Targaryen's leering face behind your locker door when you slam it shut.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you." You doubted it. The football team was known for being absolutely menaces, the only thing they took seriously was their coach and games.

You release a sigh and shook your head. "No it's fine, do you need something?" His smile appears at your question.

"Not really, just wondering if you're coming to the party at Aegon's tonight, it's to celebrate our big win." If it were anyone else, you'd tell them to go play with their own balls and leave you alone.

But it was Jace. You didn't know him that well, but having being his literature tutor last month for pre trials, you found him much more tolerable than the other guys on his team, a little dense at times, but genuinely trying his best.

"Oh, well, I don't know? I mean I wasn't even at the game-"

"You weren't at the game? Didn't you get the ticket I left in your locker?" He asks frowning and concerned.

"I did! but I had this pop quiz the next morning and needed to study, so I gave it to my friend instead. But thank you for the ticket, really." He nodded understandingly, seeming to calm down.

"ah that makes sense, I tried looking for you in the crowd and I thought you didn't get it when I didn't see- oh! but you know what you could do to make it up to me for missing my game?" he immediately cuts himself off excitedly like a golden retriever.

His smile was infectious and you found yourself mirroring it. "What?"

"If....you came tonight?" He cringed at his words and his eyes looked at yours pleadingly.

You sighed heavily before nodding and almost immediately he hooted out loud scaring off freshmans walking by.

You swear and shove your hand againts his mouth to shut him up. He pulls your hand off and holds it instead of letting go, revealing his never dimming smile. "I promise you, it'll be fun, and I'll be waiting so don't bail on me."

You told him you won't as you flash him one last smile before walking to your class.

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The party was loud. And as the stench of alcohol filled your senses, you almost walk out and drive back home just because. But you promised Jace.

He finds you as soon as you walk in, Shouting your name over the blasting music and pulling you through the sweaty dancing bodies to the pool table.

He hands you a drink thats been by the side of the table as you came, it seems that he has been waiting for you like he said he would.

That warmed your heart.

"I'm glad you're here! This is punch by the way, I know you don't drink." He states. You gift him with a soft smile and thank him for it as you down the punch in one swallow.

You notice how his hand hasn't left yours still and decided you quite like the feeling of his skin on yours, if not for the feeling of safety in this animal barn of drunk humans, then for how soft his hand is.

He introduces you to his cousin Aegon and her sister Helaena, you've seen both before, though Aegon, in your memory, has sat on the bench more than played on the field, not that he ever looked bothered by it, always having fun taunting and making fun of his teammates from the side.

Helaena was undeniably well known. For her high marks in exams and active roll in animal care clubs. You've even dabbled in a bit with donating money for dog shelter funds hosted by her.

They both greeted you kindly, easily slipping in and out of conversations.

"So...you two a thing?" of course this was from Aegon.

Jace was defensive and told him to 'shut you square face up' , still not letting go of your hand and in fact holding it tighter.

You laugh and told him it's fine, calming down the angry chihuahua of a boy next to you.

"We're good friends, I was his tutor for Lit class last month, it seemed that understanding Hamlet wasn't his strong suit."

This fished a smile out of him as he poked you playfully and you pushed him back.

"Oh who can understand that Shakespeare dude? He's always going on and on about graves and apples and shit-"

"I don't think he's talked about apples so far Aegon." Helaena countered swiftly making Jace burst laughing with you.

"Apples? Are you sure you've been reading Hamlet or Snow White? You dumbass."

You choked out laughing and squeezing his shoulder as Aegon swore he's read something about apples in Shakespeare's works.

"Please Jace, you know my brother can't even read children's book, unless it's the picture ones." A voice you didn't recognize speaks behind you. Aemond Targaryen appears, walking to sit by his sister.

"Shut up you ass kisser." Aegon snapped and sulks. You and Helaena giggles at the sight and Jace pulls you to sit by him at the opposite couch, his hand releasing your grasp only to move itself around your waist.

The action made your breath quickens as you struggle to remain composed.

You take Jace's own drink from his hand chugs it. "Alright then, your welcome I guess." He murmurs raising his eyebrows at you.

You grin and apologizes as he waves you off, a hand moving to brush out a strand of hair out of your face.

You immediately look away to distract yourself before your face has a chance to turn red.

Your eyes meets Aemond's gaze who have already been looking at you.

"[name], I think I've seen you before, we have Chemistry together don't we?" He asks, breaking the stare first.

You nodded and give him a smile. "Yeah we do."

He hums as you confirm it, then he points at you and Jace. "You two together? He's your boyfriend?"

"No they're just fucking." Aegon replied before Jace got to.

"We're not-" Jace stutters as you glare at Aegon. "Why don't you go back to your snow white pictures books loser."

Aegon gasped and told you to shove it before pretending to cry on a pillow as Aemond snorted while Helaena genuinely thought her brother was crying.

"We're not dating-or fucking. We're just friends, I tutored him for Lit class last month." You could not keep having this same conversation to be honest.

He nods and smiles softly at you. "So that means you're not seeing anyone then?"

Oh so this was where this was going.

You blinked at him as realization hits you.

"Um, well no-"

"Actually, [name] isn't dating anyone for now because she needs to focus on studying for her college trials exams in November." Jace cuts you off, a little too loud.

You looked at him suprised, you didn't remember telling him about your trials exams.

You shrug off your doubts, assuring yourself you must've forgotten, and turned back to Aemond. "Yeah, he's right." He wasn't, you never had a no dating rule for your trials exams, you simply didn't care for Amy of the dogs I'm your school.

"Oh, well- that's unfortunate." You didn't question what he meant by that as you got up and excused yourself to the bathroom.

You didn't need to pee at all, but here you were sitting in a toilet booth for 3 minutes straight before even thinking of coming out.

You had fun talking to the Targaryens, though at this moment you were reminded of why you'd often avoid parties.

You couldn't stand the alcohol stench making you want to puke, and the loud music making your ears ring until you want cut them off. The sweaty body of people standing and dancing too close to you was definitely not helping either.

You'd suffer through a few more hours at least before you'd left for Jace, but hopefully you won't have to repeat this night.

As you walk back to the poker table, the amount of people there was double than earlier. You stumble back at the unfamiliar faces crowding the table. They were listening and laughing at Jace's story on the day they won the game.

You were sure they had heard this more than a few times, but the girl sitting on your place with her arm linked around his certainly didn't look a bit bored by it.

You have a sudden impulsive urge to pull her by her hair off your seat but of course, you knew better.

You feel a wave of disappointment, and even sadness, take over you, as you reel back from the view and walk to the pantry for a drink.

You decided you'd stay here for while, it was less noise and crowded than other places, and you won't seem much like a lonely loser if you had the excuse of needing to refill your punch.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as Aemond appears with an empty cup in front of you.

"Hey you." he greets, sending you a small smile. You smiled back as you give a small hey.

"What're you doing here instead of sitting with your little boyfriend?" he teases.

"He's not my boyfriend, and I'm refiling my drink." You replied lamely. He of course, could see right through you. "Right, because refilling your drink takes 10 minutes." You crack a smile at his sarcasm and playfully punch his arm as his own grim widens.

"No I just - I just don't like big crowds, it makes me uncomfortable" He hums at your explanation. "yeah me too, but it's more of a 'i don't like people' kind of uncomfortable instead of 'they make me anxious' kind, y'know?" You let out a short laugh at that nodding at him.

He asks you how you got to be Jace's tutor, and you told him about how the teacher paired you as his mentor after seeing him fail continuously because of his football games taking over his time in classes. The two of you talk for a while, you ask him about how close his and Jace's family are, and he indulges you with embarassing childhood stories of him and his siblings.

A particular one about Jace accidentally kneeing aegon on his balls while trying to teach him football really got you. He told you that Jace even offered to have Aegon kick him back.

He did of course, but just for fun, not because he was pissed or anything

He was halfway through the story of how Aegon and Luc once hid Jace's clothes when he was in the shower and they made him chase them through their yard buttnaked as a 12 year old, when you feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your laughter.

You were suprised by Jace standing behind you. He had a worried expression that quickly turned relieved when you smiled at him.

"There you are, you didn't come back to the table for a while, I got worried." He spoke softly as his hand wrap around your shoulders.

"Oh yeah, there were so many people, so I just sat here for a while, I was just talking with Aemond so don't worry, I'm fine." You reassure him.

As his eyes take in Aemond's presence in front of you, the two stared at eachother for a second before breaking their gaze.

Aemond announces he needs to go make sure no one's ransacked his room to have sex yet and attempt sleep in this havoc and you two said your goodbyes.

You didn't have time to turn to Jace when he pulls you by your arm towards a guest room by the kitchen and closes the door the moment you enter.

At first you thought he was going through one of those irrational male rage moments. But the he immediately turned to you and apologized for grabbing you.

"It's loud as hell outside, and you don't seem to like being around people and all." He explains.

"oh yeah" You were secretly grateful for his thoughtfulness, it was nice to have the noise muffled out.

You get comfortable as you sit crossed leg on the bed and squeals when he jumps on.

He lays on his back and starts rolling towards you until he's next to you and with his back on the bed.

"So, you probably regret coming, don't you?" You frown at him and shook your head.

"I had fun, Jace. I'm glad I got to meet your cousins, Aemond even told me some interesting stories of you when you were kids." You tease wiggling your eyebrows.

He groans and curses his cousin before turning away to his other side, hiding his face from you.

You only laugh, indulging in his humiliation.

He turns back to you, his eyes reading your face.

"What else did you guys talk about?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing interesting, we didn't talk long at all."

"Yet you were gone quite long?" He says it like it's more of a statement.

Before you can say anything, he asks again; "Do you like him?"

His question took you by suprise. Your eyes widen in bewilderment.

"..No? I- why would you think that-"

He gets up and copies your sitting position as you two faces eachother.

"I- I don't know, you came with me, and the. you just, left? And I find you with him, I mean, I'm not like mad, I just- If you like him it's fine-"

"Well I don't." You snapped.

"I did come back to you but you were already getting comfortable with some girl in my seat, of course I'd go somewhere else!" Your outburst has him reaching out to put his hands on your shoulder, an attempt to calm you.

"Some girl? Who- wait, you mean Baela? [name], she's my cousin" He explains gently.

You feel embarrassment slips in as your face reddens. "God's sake how many fucking Targaryens are there in our school, do you guys roam around like a clique or something." He bursts out laughing shaking his head, making you blush harder if it's even possible.

You wait until he finishes laughing, joining him in againts your own will.

When he finally calms down, He looks at you with a glow in his eyes, hard to decipher.

"I don't like anyone besides you."

Your heartbeat quickens.

"I- I know, you'd probably prefer someone, more, smart, better than whatever I am, but you have always been the only person for me. I really, really like you." You could hear how nervous he was in his voice, and your own is stuck on your throat.

He was undoubtedly one of the most kindest, responsible, sweetest person you knew. The type of person to always put your needs over his, the type to make sure you'd get home safe and wouldn't mind wasting his time to assure it.

And the fact that he thought he wasn't good enough for you made you feel that maybe it was you who didn't deserve him.

The silence between you drowned him I'm anxiety. He starts stuttering and apologizing, moving to rise from the bed, and as you awaken from your daze, you pull him back down closes your mouth with his, his soft lips, and cherry tasting tongue, an ecstasy you let yourself revel in.

He moans and pulls you closer and you take the initiative to climb on his lap, placing your legs on each side of his hip. His hand grips your waist the free one holds your face like glass he's afraid to shatter.

You prove his theory wrong when you grind on his crotch, earning a groan. He tightens his hold on your hips snakes his hand from your face to your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck to him.

You let an unholy moan as he bents his head to leave kisses and marks on your throat, sucking at the sensitive spot under your ear. You feel yourself move harder on his growing hardness, craving some sort of friction.

You pull on his hair as he moves lower to the valley of your breast. Releasing his hold on you to rip through the middle off your dress making you gasp.

"This is a new dr-"

"I'll buy you a new one right after" He promises.

Your argument dies on your lips as he lifts you by your ass and lays you on your back.

He curses and you feel him rub himself on your thighs as he stares at the bare state you're in. You feel the urge to cover yourself but he pulls your hand away when they try to move in front of your chest, and pins them on top of your head.

His hold on your hands remains when he starts to kiss down your chest, Licking and kissing your breast before taking a nipple in your mouth. You whine and thrash in his hold as he sucks and licks you in like a baby in hunger. As he moves to give you other tit the same treatment, one of his hand frees yours as it moves down to grasp your wet, red and marked tit. Squeezing and rubbing your wet nipples, torturing it.

He lowers himself until his face is at your level and kisses you hard, a bruising kiss, as his tongue plunges in your mouths to meet yours. He fails to restrains himself from biting your bottom lip, triggering a whine from you when he sucks the tinge of blood from it.

You feel tears well up at your eyes in desperation and need for him to touch you somewhere else.

"Jace please, oh god" You arch your back in pleasure and frustration when you feel him finally release your breast from his mouth. Moving lower and spreading your legs as you watch him, dazed, as he levels his fave with your cunt.

"God you're so fucking beautiful, my sweet girl. All this for me?" He swipes a finger through your fold and you moan erotically.

He wastes no time diving in your pussy, licking you like a cat, tasting you as he holds your thrashing legs apart.

Your hands meet his hair as you pull his fave deeper in your cunt, grinding and riding it with no shame, His name a prayer falling from your lips over and over.

Begging for your release, he takes pity as he plunges two fingers into your weeping core, pushing in and out as you clench tight around it.

He swears at how tight you were, adding a third finger away as you cry out of the fullness.

"If you're this tight on my finger, I wonder how you'd feel around my cock" He breathes out, in awe of how your cunt welcomes his fingers.

His mouth joins his hand as he starts sucking on your clit, switching with licking long stripes on it, making you scream out his name as you grip his roots so hard he might get bald.

You feel your orgasm nearing as he sucks harder on your nerves and thrusts his fingers faster until squelching noise of your wet pussy attacked by his big fingers were heard.

He groans at the sight of your pussy clamping down on his fingers as you cry out in pleasure, squirting out all over his hand, cum splattering some on his face.

He waits until your breath slows down before he likes your cum clean from your pussy and wiping his face with his knuckle and licking that too. Rising over your spent body, he shoves three fingers in your mouth. "Suck." A demand so dominantly said, you would've thought he was a completely different person from the sweet Jace you knew of.

You oblige willingly, tasting yourself on him as he eyes you intensely.

He pulls his fingers out and replaces it with his tongues as he close the gap between you two in a fiery passionate kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his kiss turns softer.

He pulls away gently and a smile broke into his face.

"Does that mean you'll go on date with me?" He whispers as he boops your nose, making you giggle.

"I would love to go on a date with you Jace."

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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could I request

Yandere trio doa reaction to their s/o wanting to break up with them and saying that they found someone better

Thanks for the request!

'•.¸♡ no break up doesn't include a little bit of blood ♡¸.•'

(Yandere for all except reader)Fyodor x Nikolai x gn!reader x Sigma

Angst :)

Warning! Death, someone hanging from a noose

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You had thought about how you were going to tell them that you no longer wanted to be in a relationship with them, you knew they weren't going to be happy, but you didn't want to continue living this lie.

You sat them all down to finally tell them the truth, it was a bit scary but you had to say it nonetheless. 'I have something to confess.' You sighed. 'I don't want to be in this relationship anymore, and I have found someone else.' You continued trying to gather as much confidence as you could.

Fyodor's expression didn't change, not even a frown; Sigma's face turned into a slight frown but he tried not to show it; on the other hand Nikolai's face grew into a wide grin. 'That's unfortunate, I had such a fun surprise for you!' Nikolai exclaimed passionately.

'I'm really sorry.' You apologised looking at Nikolai. 'Oh there's no need to apologise if you still see the surprise, come on let's go!' Nikolai grabbed you by the arm and practically pulled you with him. Fyodor followed while Sigma stayed behind, they all had a vague idea of what Nikolai had in store for you but they didn't wish to see it.

Nikolai pulled you until you came to a halt infront of a door, no one opened that door since it was used as a closet to put away unnecessary things, and Nikolai took over it after some time. 'Quiz time!what is inside?' He asked joyfully. 'I don't know.' You responded plainly. 'Can't you atleast guess?' Nikolai asked eagerly. 'I don't know what to guess, storage?' 'Nope!' Nikolai shouted cheerfully.

Nikolai opened the door to reveal the person you were going to leave them for. 'Oh my god! What did you do?!! You shouted at Nikolai. Next to you was a body, hanging from the ceiling with a noose hanging around their neck.

Nikolai only smiled to himself and shouted. 'Surprise! Do you like your surprise?!' 'Are you fucking insane?! How could you do this to me! I'm still leaving you.' You stormed off to pack your bags. When you were walking past the room in which Sigma was still sitting you only looked and mumbled under your breath. 'You're all fucking mad.'

Nikolai ran back into the room and joyfully wrapped his hands around Sigma's neck, whispering into his ear in the process. 'What do you want to do next? Should we force them to stay or let them leave and find the body?' Sigma thought about Nikolai's question and stood up. 'They can't leave.' Sigma responded coldly. 'Correct!' Nikolai responded.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry, I don't know if it was supposed to be separate or not :(

Have a wonderful day/night and eat well (if you can)

-Love, Az

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crystalninjaphoenix · 1 year

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Weird

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Thirteen

A JSE Fanfic

Time to visit the boys again and see what they’re up to! Everyone, including Stacy, meets up to talk about what they saw at the planetarium, and they come to the conclusion that more people must know about the strange stuff going on in town. Jackie volunteers to check it out a second time. Then, some time later, Marvin and JJ get a visitor in the middle of the night. And yeah. Fun :D

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Though Chase, Stacy, and Marvin had filled JJ and Schneep in on their little adventure, they all agreed that Jackie needed to know, too. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t know just because he hadn’t gone on the field trip. Chase texted him on the bus ride home, saying, Hey its chase. Some weird stuff just happened at the planetariam n we need to talk about it. When can we meet up with u?

Jackie responded later that day. My dad wants me to focus on my school stuff this year so Im pretty busy. But on Friday I can meet you guys at Zellys around 5. Thats the soonest time. Also its spelled planetarium.

Chase didn’t think that last comment was fair. He knew how it was spelled, he just blanked in the moment.

Friday worked out for everyone, even Stacy. Though Chase heard her mutter something about how it would be tough to convince her parents. He briefly considered going ahead without her if she couldn’t make it, but that wouldn’t be fair. After what happened in that weird planetarium basement, Stacy was in this, same as the boys.

The rest of the week passed without anything of note happening. Chase felt a little nervous in his Chemistry class, since Mrs. Karter had been one of the adults they’d overheard talking in the basement. That made him feel... What was the word? Uneasy. That’s it. He felt uneasy around her. After all, they had no idea what she or that other man had been talking about. Why did they know about the planetarium basement? Did they know about the rest of the stuff going on around town? About Anti and the greenlight? There was no way to know. Mrs. Karter didn’t act weird. She was just another teacher. Most of the kids thought she was nice, but Chase couldn’t feel that way.

On Friday, Chase asked Mom if he and Schneep could meet up with their friends at Zelly’s. She said yes, as long as they didn’t fill up on ice cream. After all, five o’clock was close to their usual dinnertime at six. Chase promised they wouldn’t eat too much. But really, he didn’t believe you could eat too much ice cream. Schneep promised and actually meant it. In fact, he lectured Chase about “nutrients” and “balance” on the car ride to Zelly’s, something Mom found funny. Sometimes Chase still couldn’t believe Schneep was related to him.

Zelly’s had been extremely crowded during the summer, but business had died down now that kids were in school and families didn’t have time to go out for ice cream. It was still pretty full. Many of the tables had people, but at least there wasn’t a line at the door. Chase could easily pick out the booth where Marvin and JJ were waiting. He and Schneep hurried over there. “Hey guys,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Uhhhhh not much,” Marvin said.

Chase waited for him to keep talking, but... that was all he wanted to say, apparently. An awkward silence passed between the four boys as Schneep and JJ instinctively also waited. Then JJ started signing, as if to make up for his brother’s quietness. Classes are really picking up by now, aren’t they? The first week of school is an easy period. But now the teachers are starting to get serious. I’ve already had a pop quiz in English, though the teacher said it was more to test our starting knowledge.

“Oh yeah, I had one of those in math!” Chase nodded. He sat down in the booth, sliding onto the bench across from the twins. “It was really tough. I mean, how do people expect us to remember stuff after months?”

“Chase, are you a goldfish?” Schneep asked, sitting down next to him.

“Huh? No, why the heck would you say that?”

“Because a goldfish has a memory of three months,” Schneep said. “And human memory lasts for a lot longer.”

Marvin laughed. “Wait, really? I thought goldfish only had a few seconds of memory.”

“That is a common, ah... miscon—m-misconseep—misconsahhh... mistake.”

Misconception? JJ asked, spelling out the word.

“Yes, that! How do you say that out loud?”

“Misconception,” Chase said.

“Mis-con-cep-tion,” Schneep repeated, sounding it out carefully. “Well, where is Jackie? And Stacy?”

We haven’t seen her, but Jackie is just getting off of work here, JJ explained. We saw him walking around while we were waiting. He said he’d be here soon.

“Great! Oh, you got menus.” Chase picked one up, despite already knowing what he wanted to get. “Mom gave us ten pounds to buy stuff, and I have a few quarters in case we go over.”

“Quarters?” Marvin repeated, confused.

“Oh, sorry, uh... I’ve never really gotten used to the money here.” Chase reached into his pocket and pulled out some loose coins. “I mean these ones.”

10p coins, JJ said, leaning forward for a better look. And one 20p.

“Riiight, right.”

Silence fell at the table once again. Chase looked down at the menu, not sure what else to do. Why did things feel so... different?

“Why are you guys so quiet?”

He looked up again, and there she was: Stacy. She was wearing a pink T-shirt layered over a white tank top, a ruffly skirt, jeans, and her signature pink glasses. “Hi,” Chase said.

“Hi. It’s weird that you’re just sitting here.” Stacy looked back and forth between the two benches in the booth. Clearly trying to figure out where to sit herself. One bench: Marvin and JJ. The other: Chase and Schneep. She chose the one with Chase and Schneep. “Like, you guys talk a lot.”

“I don’t talk a lot,” Chase muttered.

“I mean as a group. You’re some of the most talky boys out there.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyway. My family’s here. They’re probably watching us right now. So don’t be weird.”

“Right, don’t be weird, guys.” Marvin’s tone was oddly flat.

“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that!” Stacy protested. “It’s like, my parents were really weird about me hanging out with a bunch of boys, and Mom kept asking if I liked any of you, and then Roxy was teasing me and trying to get me to tell her which one of you I liked, so I when I said don’t be weird, I really mean don’t do anything that would make my family think I liked one of you.”

Now Marvin looked vaguely confused. “You don’t want your family to know you like us?”

“No, I mean... like like,” Stacy stressed. “Like... boyfriend-girlfriend.”

“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded slowly. “Don’t worry, I don’t want a girlfriend. And I don’t think JJ does, eith—ow!” He was cut off by JJ suddenly and sharply elbowing him in the side. Meanwhile, JJ’s eyes were suddenly fixed on the menu, despite his face slowly turning red.

Chase was about to ask what that was about, but he was distracted by a familiar figure approaching. “Oh, Jackie’s here now! Hey!” He waved him over.

“Hey, little guys. And girl.” Jackie grinned at them. “Could’ve saved me some room.” He grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and dragged it over, sitting at the end of the booth.

“There’s room on their side. See?” Schneep pointed at the empty space next to JJ on the bench.

“Yeah, but it’ll be squished with me there. I take up more space than any of you.” Jackie stretched. By the looks of it, he’d just thrown on his hoodie and beanie over the Zelly’s uniform: a pale blue dress shirt and white apron. “Anyway. What’s the stuff you saw at the planetarium?”

It was these three who saw it all. JJ pointed at Marvin, Chase, and Stacy.

“Huh? Why’re you pointing at me?” Stacy asked.

“He’s saying we’re the ones who saw what happened,” Chase said.

“Oh, you don’t know sign language, huh Stacy?” Jackie noticed.

“No. I could try to learn it, I guess? But I don’t know how.”

“There are a lot of books in the city library that could help,” Jackie said encouragingly. “That’s where I learned. And any of us could help you if you need it.”

JJ reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook and pencil—something Chase hadn’t seen him use in a while. He wrote something down, then turned it around for Stacy to see. Don’t worry, I’m fine with writing for a little while.

“Okay.” Stacy nodded. “Anyway, uh... yeah. Can we talk about the freaky stuff now?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Chase took a deep breath. “Okay, so it started when I talked with your friend, actually, Jackie. Mincy. She was there that day, and she pointed out some stuff that I wanted to try and find, to see if there was weird greenlight stuff going on there...”

He explained the whole thing, with help from Stacy occasionally adding stuff in. Marvin, surprisingly, didn’t have a lot to say about it all. They took a break in the middle to order ice cream from a waiter that came over—who Jackie introduced as “Halley”—but kept going nonstop besides that.

When it was all done, Jackie was leaning forward onto the table, a worried expression on his face. “So... your teacher and this other guy talked about recruiting someone? You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded.

“The question is, what are they recruiting this someone to?” Schneep asked. “Isn’t recruiting something you do to get someone in the army?”

“Well, it can be the army, but I doubt that’s what they meant,” Jackie said. “You can recruit anyone to any sort of big group. Personally, my mind went to, like... a cult or something.”

“Like in Indiana Jones?” Chase asked.

“Huh?”

“The second one. With the guy with the hat with horns.”

“That movie’s rated a 12, when did you see that?” Jackie asked, concerned.

“I am twelve, I can see a rated 12 movie!” Chase said defensively. Even though he hadn’t been twelve when he’d seen it, but that was besides the point!

“Uh-huh.” Jackie clearly didn’t buy that, but he moved on. “Well, yes, the bad guys in that movie could be considered a cult, but cults exist in real-life too, and they don’t sacrifice people or do cartoonishly evil stuff. But even so, they’re... really scary.”

JJ was writing in his notebook while Jackie and Chase talked. He now handed the notebook to Stacy, then started to sign the same thing that he wrote. I think we should be more worried about what they were doing down there. If they knew about the strange basement, do they know about more of the strange things going on around town?

“Yes, that’s what I am worried about too.” Schneep nodded. “We cannot let them find out we know, too.”

“Why not?” Stacy asked. “I mean, we freaked out and ran because we weren’t supposed to be in the basement. But like... if there are grown-ups who know about this stuff, can’t we get their help? We don’t have to tell them we found their secret basement. We can just say we found out about the weird stuff another way.”

Schneep tensed. “W-well... they might not... like that we know. They might be upset. And they might try to... stop us from helping.” Chase subtly scooted closer to him and put his hand on top of his. Schneep relaxed slightly.

“Yeah, they seem suspicious to me,” Jackie agreed. “We’ve been doing this because we want to stop all the chaos the greenlight causes. We don’t know what this... this mystery group wants to do. What if... what if they’re trying to use the greenlight somehow?”

Stacy raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you can do?”

“Well we kinda did before,” Marvin said, finally speaking up. “My crystals helped channel the greenlight and cured the monster dog. So it’s not impossible. And Anti was able to use the greenlight. But he’s a weird shadow ghost thing, so I guess that’s not really related.”

“So people might be able to use the greenlight if we used some sort of... device, or something,” Chase said. “Like the crystals. Or maybe any rock could work?”

“Maybe,” Jackie said. “Maybe that’s what the group’s trying to figure out. We just don’t know. All we know is that they’re keeping this a secret. And I know that’s what we’ve been doing, but that’s cause we didn’t think anyone would believe us, right? The mystery group could show everyone proof, since they have that basement. But they don’t. I doubt it’s because they also don’t think anyone would believe them. I think... I think they want it to stay secret.” He shook his head. “I dunno. I don’t have any proof for that. It’s just a gut feeling.”

“Can I ask about something else?” Schneep said. “Anti. What does he want? He helped you three get out of that room without doors, but he also made the monster dog go after us. Is he part of the mystery group? Or is he their enemy? Is he our enemy?”

A moment passed. JJ took his notebook back, wrote something down for Stacy, then repeated it in sign for the rest of the group. He’s certainly interested in us, but I don’t know if that means he likes us or hates us. It’s hard to tell. He said everyone would know about the greenlight eventually. What did that mean?

Chase shrugged. “Dunno. JJ, you know you could just write and not bother to sign, right? We can all see it when you hold up the notebook.”

JJ frowned. That’s like asking someone not to talk at all just because they don’t speak the same language as you.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“I think that Anti definitely knows about the mystery group,” Schneep said. “Because he showed up in the basement. He had to know it was there.”

“Unless he was just following us,” Marvin pointed out.

“No, Schneep’s right, it makes more sense for Anti to know,” Jackie said. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have known how to get you out of that room. And that ‘everyone will know about the greenlight’ thing... I think that’s related to him, or to the mystery group. Not sure which. But one of them.”

Stacy sighed. “This is complicated. You guys do this all the time?”

“Well the mystery group is new, so that makes it more complicated,” Chase explained. “Before this we were just fighting monsters. It was awesome. But I guess we can still do that.”

“Sure, fight monsters or whatever.” Stacy shrugged. “But what I want to know is if we’re gonna go back to the planetarium.”

“Uhhhh...” Chase thought about it. “I mean, we’ve always gone back to a place where there was something weird. But I don’t really want to run into people who’re part of the mystery group. I dunno how they’ll react if they find us.”

“But I think we need information on them,” Schneep pointed out. “We know nothing right now.”

“You’re both right,” Jackie said. “I think we need to know more about these guys. What they want, at least. But it’ll be dangerous for you guys to go check it out... so I have an idea. They don’t know about me. I wasn’t part of your field trip. I’ll go by myself to see if I can find anything.”

“What? You’re not letting us come?” Chase knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to miss this!

“Sorry, little man.” Jackie shrugged. “I can’t really stop you from doing anything, I mean, I’m not your parent or anything. But I really think I should go by myself. I have the perfect cover. Mincy works there, so if I’m snooping around a ‘Staff Only’ door, I can say that I’m looking for her.”

Chase folded his arms and slumped down into his seat. “I guess that makes sense,” he grudgingly admitted.

Will you be okay by yourself? JJ asked, looking worried.

“I’ll be very careful,” Jackie said. “I promise.”

Schneep frowned. “It feels... strange, for just one person to go out and do something.”

Jackie smiled. “Well, you guys went on the field trip without me, so it’s only fair I get a chance to see what the planetarium’s all about.”

“Jameson and I didn’t even see anything!” Schneep protested.

“Well... yeah,” Jackie admitted. “But you at least had the chance to. I might not find anything myself, but I want that chance.”

Schneep sighed. “Fine. But... be careful. I-if they catch you, th-they might..” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Do not get hurt.”

Jackie nodded, looking serious. “I won’t. I’ll just go in and get out quickly.” He glanced away from the table. “Oh. Looks like our ice cream’s coming. Hey, Halley! Thanks so much.”

The rest of the meeting passed with ice cream and small talk. They’d made a decision and they were going to stick to it, even if not all of them were happy about it.

But Chase couldn’t help but feel like something was a bit weird about their little group right now. Things felt just a bit off. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe... something was missing.

++++++++++++++++++++

As soon as they walked out of Zelly’s front door, JJ pulled Marvin to the side and asked, Is something wrong?

“I dunno what you mean.” Marvin turned away from JJ and began scanning the sidewalk. “I always forget where the bike rack is here...”

JJ grabbed Marvin’s shoulder and turned him back around. You didn’t say much while in there. And you kept looking out the window. Also you tore up the napkins into little bits and kicked the table legs a lot. You only do stuff like that when something’s not alright. Did something happen? Are you okay?

Marvin paused. “I’m fine. It’s just a bad day, I think. A lot of stuff happened in class, and then it was really loud in there. That’s it. I’m fine.” He hoped that JJ, as observant as he was, didn’t notice that Marvin had been doing okay until Chase arrived.

JJ frowned. What happened in class?

“First hallway talk of the year,” Marvin tried to sound casual.

Who was it? Why?

“Ms. Locke, in World History. We got put into groups for a project and I got really frustrated and shouted a lot.”

Why? JJ repeated.

Marvin glanced away. “The other guys weren’t listening to me. I was right, and they just were like ‘okay whatever’ but they didn’t get it, and they weren’t listening, and—the professor was walking past at the wrong time, that’s all. So I got a hallway talk about compromise or whatever.” He knew how to ‘compromise’ already, but Ms. Locke had given him the lecture anyway. Like he was a kid. He wasn’t a kid. He was almost fourteen.

The other kids were ignoring you, that’s not fair, JJ said, scowling. Maybe you shouldn’t have shouted, but compromise wasn’t the problem.

“Yeah.” Marvin kicked at a rock on the ground. Then he bent down and picked it up. It was really smooth, normally that didn’t happen in this environment. He stared at it, then put it in his pocket. “I didn’t say anything to her. It’s fine. I’m fine now. I wanna go home. God knows we have enough fucking homework to do.”

JJ nodded. Okay. The bike rack’s around the corner.

“Right, I always forget.” Marvin wrapped his cape tighter around him. “Let’s go.”

As they walked down the sidewalk, they didn’t notice the extra shadow behind them.

++++++++++++++++++++

It was easy for Jackie to convince his friends to go to the planetarium. He just pointed out how none of them had really been there since Mincy had gotten the job, and they should really take advantage of her employee discount on the admission. All of them agreed to go together the next morning, on Saturday. Jackie’s dad had work so he couldn’t use the car, but that was okay. The group just used Ram’s car instead. Even if they did have to move stuff around because Ram kept some of their campaign stuff in the back seat. Jackie nearly sat on a handful of dice.

For many of them, it was the first time they’d been to the planetarium. Only two had gone before. Mincy, obviously, and Sylvester, who’d gone to visit her on the job a couple times. “It’s bigger than I expected,” Celine said as they walked in through the front doors.

“Right? It’s huge. I kept getting lost for the first couple weeks.” Mincy giggled. “Anyway I’ll talk to the desk guys and get us all in.”

A few minutes later, the six teens were wandering about the planetarium, with Mincy giving them all behind-the-scenes facts about the exhibits. For such a big building, it really felt empty. Not because there weren’t a lot of people. There were a lot of customers. But they were all spread out so much. Jackie felt oddly exposed.

He tried not to be obvious about his search for these weird staff doors. Chase had mentioned one hidden in the hall with the big model planets, but honestly? Jackie couldn’t see it. Supposedly it was hidden behind Neptune, but he’d looked at it from all angles and couldn’t see any door on the wall behind the model. And his friends noticed him looking. This prompted a joke from Sylvester about him being so interested in Uranus, only for Fengge to immediately correct him on which planet it was. The conversation immediately shifted to dunking on Sylvester for not noticing the labeled plaque, and everyone forgot about Jackie’s weird interest in the model, but Jackie decided he should probably stop searching for a few minutes. To give them time to forget.

Even so, Jackie found he couldn’t really pay attention to what was going on. His eyes kept wandering. While his friends gathered around one exhibit—something about rolling coins down a funnel that represented a black hole—he hung back a bit, eyes scanning every inch of the walls. There were no staff doors. But he knew Chase and the others wouldn’t lie. What was going on?

His friends were talking. “Honestly, this place is cool,” Fengge was saying. “Fun things to do. Could be a great location for a date, like how people sometimes go to aquariums or amusement parks.”

“Yeah, you should take Jackie on a date here,” Mincy said jokingly. “I’ll give you the discount.”

Jackie snapped back to attention. “Sorry, what?”

“Since when were you two dating?” Sylvester said.

“We are not!” Fengge protested.

“Didn’t you guys mention going to a dance once?” Celine asked.

“We were thirteen, it doesn’t count,” Jackie insisted. “And it was super awkward the whole time.”

“Yeah, this was before we both had the realizations,” Fengge added. “So Jackie felt weird and I wasn’t into it.”

“You guys could try again!” Mincy teased. “Your realizations have opened up the possibility.”

Jackie and Fengge glanced at each other. Then looked away. “Yeah, no thanks,” Jackie said.

“Nuh-uh.” Fengge shook his head.

“Couldn’t Jackie date like... every one of us?” Ram mused.

“Not me!” Sylvester said. “Or Celine, either.”

“Give it time.” Ram laughed. “Maybe all of us will realize something eventually. And then we can all date Jackie. Hell, I’d be down for that.”

“I don’t want to date anyone right now, thank you very much.” Jackie pulled his beanie lower over his head, half-wanting to pull it completely over his face to hide his blush of embarrassment. “I’ll just wait until university for that.”

“But having a teen romance is great!” Mincy said. “I want one!”

“You, uh, you do?” Sylvester said. “That’s funny, I-I also think... it would be fun.” He stared at her.

“Really? Wow. We should both start dating someone then.” Mincy looked back at the black hole display. “Anyway, does anyone else have any coins? I wanna try again. Mine kept falling over.”

Sylvester sighed. “Yeah, I have some you can use.”

Jackie looked away from the group, trying to hide his still-red face. And that’s when he finally saw something. Half-hidden behind a display about the life cycle of a star... there was a ‘Staff Only’ door. But it hadn’t been there when Jackie looked at the display a few minutes ago. What the hell? “Uh, hey guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Jackie said. “You guys keep going.”

“Are you sure?” Sylvester asked. “I think we’re gonna move on to the next room.”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up.” Jackie smiled. “You guys go on. I’ll text you if I can’t find you.”

The others nodded and made various statements of “see you later.” But as Jackie turned to leave, Celine put a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Jackie, do you...” she frowned. “Do you think something feels different in this room?”

Jackie shrugged casually. “Not really. Why?”

“I’m not sure. It felt like... I don’t know. Maybe it was just a breeze.” Celine shook her head. “Anyway. Be right back.”

“I will be.” And with that, Jackie turned and started heading towards one of the room’s exits. His friends headed out a different one. As soon as he was sure he was alone, he turned and headed straight for that star display. The staff door was still there. With how it was half-behind the display, it looked like there would be barely enough room for it to open wide enough for someone to get in. Jackie took a deep breath. Then reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling it open—

And then he was falling through darkness.

Jackie landed hard on his back, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. But he quickly got to his feet and looked around. It was almost completely dark. The only light was a thin line of yellow light. Jackie hurried over there. He reached out and felt his way around... This was a corner where two walls were supposed to join. But they weren’t actually connected. Jackie could grab the edge of one. Slowly, awkwardly, he pushed one of the walls, pivoting it outwards until the gap was big enough to squeeze through. The moment he was through, he looked around this space, and gasped.

It was just as Chase, Marvin, and Stacy had described. A wide open, near-empty basement space, filled with floating spheres of yellow light and random objects that drifted through the air regardless of gravity. It was amazing. Jackie was so in awe that he almost forgot what he was doing here. But then he remembered.

He reached into his hoodie pocket and took something out. His camera, kept safe in its bag. He removed it from that bag and started snapping pictures. He should have been doing this with all the supernatural stuff they’d encountered, but most of the time he had either no chance to prepare for that, or no chance to take pictures while they were fighting the thing. This was the perfect opportunity to document all the weird shit they’d seen.

After a few shots, he wasn’t sure what to do next. So... he started walking. If he remembered what Chase and the others had said correctly, he would eventually come to walls full of staircases.

But before he found that, he noticed something else. In the middle of the basement (or what he assumed was the middle) there were... he wasn’t sure what they were. Those things that people used to indicate where a queue was supposed to go. A pole with some sort of retractable rope, with a clasp on the end that could hook onto another pole. They were fun to mess with. Right now, four of those poles were set up in a square around something.

Jackie walked closer. They were sectioning off a part of the floor. There was... a crack in the ground. It was maybe three feet long. The cheap carpet of the basement peeled away at its edges, revealing concrete beneath. Inside the crack was pure darkness. It gave Jackie the chills, but he held up his camera and took pictures of it anyway.

He leaned over the rope, trying to get a good angle from above. Click! And the camera flashed—despite the flash being off. Strange. And what was stranger, what made him uneasy... was that the white light of the flash seemed tinted green.

In the darkness beneath the crack, something faintly flickered green. Something either very small or very far away.

Jackie’s stomach dropped. He turned and ran in the other direction. He stumbled. The ground felt fragile beneath his feet so he ran until it felt solid once again.

++++++++++++++++++++

Jackie couldn’t find anything else of note in the basement. When he reached the wall of staircases, he spared a moment to take a couple pictures of the unbelievable sight and then hurried up the nearest stairs. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

The staircase ended in a closed door. Jackie pushed it open and found himself back in the planetarium, right by that giant pendulum exhibit. He texted his friends to figure out where they’d gone. They were on the third floor. He half-ran all the way there. That feeling of being watched didn’t fade until he rejoined the group.

The rest of the visit passed without anything unusual happening. Except... as they finally left the building, he noticed a group of four planetarium employees gathered in the corner of the front lobby. They were talking seriously. And they kept glancing at every group of customers that left. In the car, Jackie asked Mincy if she’d noticed them, and if she knew what that was about. She had. All of those employees were some of the senior members, the ones who’d been on the staff for a long time. “No idea what they were talking about,” she said. “The senior guys kinda do their own thing.”

Later that night, Jackie looked through the photos on his camera, getting ready to print them out and show them to the kids the next chance he got. And two things stood out.

First, there was a pattern in the carpet. It was very faint, just a slight discoloration that he hadn’t paid much attention to in person, but it was more obvious in pictures. Faint lines... all leading to, or coming from, the crack in the floor.

Second... the photo he took when the camera had suddenly flashed for no reason was tinted green. And there was a shadow. He would have mistaken it for his own... but there had been no strong light source behind him to cast such a distinct shadow. And even if there was, the flash would have eliminated it. But it was unmistakable. A shadow. Not his. But maybe that of a boy around his age, standing right behind him.

++++++++++++++++++++

Two weeks had passed since their meeting in Zelly’s. Jackie had briefly met up with Chase and Schneep, using “babysitting” as an excuse to come over to their house. He’d given them copies of some photographs he’d taken of the strange basement, and Chase and Schneep had passed on some copies to the twins and Stacy. Other than that, they hadn’t been able to meet up and talk about it. School was picking up and all of them were starting to be busy.

Ugh... school. Marvin really hated school. It took up so much of their lives. Even on the weekends.

Though tomorrow was a Saturday, their parents wanted Marvin and JJ to keep a consistent sleep schedule during the school year, so they insisted that the twins wake up fairly early. Or, they insisted that Jameson wake up early. Marvin had long since learned that they didn’t really care if he slept in or not. But since JJ and him shared the room, he was usually woken up by the alarm clock anyway.

This meant that the two of them tried to go to bed early when possible. Emphasis on “tried.” Neither of them were sleepy when they got into bed around 9:00 and instead ended up just lying there in the dark for a couple hours before sleep finally came.

Such was the case tonight. Marvin wanted to go to sleep, but he just wasn’t tired. He could have tried talking to JJ. He sometimes did that. But not tonight. It just felt like too much effort. So, without much to do but lie there, his thoughts began to wander... And eventually landed on things he didn’t want to think about.

I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic people.

He’d thought Chase would be different.

Did people think he didn’t notice? He might not be that good with social stuff, but that didn’t mean he was dumb. He noticed how he and JJ were always the last people picked for group projects or sports teams in gym. He could tell that other kids didn’t usually want to keep talking to him. Even if they never insulted them or anything, it was obvious that he was doing something wrong. That he was weird. But he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know what everyone else wanted.

As he tried to stop thinking about this stuff, Marvin noticed something... different. It was a noise. A faint hissing sound. Marvin opened his eyes, looking through the slats on the side of his bunk. He couldn’t see anything from this angle. So he sat up and looked over the edge. Their room was empty. “JJ?” he whispered.

There was no response from the bottom bunk.

“JJ!” he said again, not quite shouting. “Are you awake?”

Now there was some rustling of sheets. Marvin felt his mattress raise, pressed up from below.

“Do you hear that hissing noise?” Marvin asked.

The two of them had long-ago figured out a way to communicate when they were in bed. After all, Marvin couldn’t see JJ’s signs while he was above him. So JJ would knock on the metal pole connecting the bedframes together. It started as a simple “once for yes, two for no” system, but they added “three for maybe, four for ‘go to sleep.’” Right now, JJ just knocked once. A simple yes.

“Do you know what that is?” Marvin asked.

Two knocks for no. More sheets moving around. JJ probably sat up.

“Can you see anything?”

A pause. Then two more knocks.

“Huh.” Marvin stared at the darkness of their room. There was a little light coming from the cracks around their door—Mam and Dad insisted on keeping the hallway light on, “just in case”—and there was a faint red light coming from their alarm clock’s digital numbers.

Wait. Was that red glow a bit stronger than usual?

It was. And it was getting brighter.

The numbers on the clock flickered, then blinked. The time of 10:16 disappeared, replaced by random other numbers and then landed on 88:88. And then the red light turned green. The hissing sound got louder. Marvin realized it wasn’t just any hissing. It was static, like the car radio when they drove out of range of the local station.

The green glow filled their room. Then between one blink and the next, someone appeared, standing in the middle of their room. It was Anti. He looked the same as he had the last time they’d both seen him, his body mostly shadow except for his face and hands. Except... now those shadowy parts looked a bit less translucent. Just a bit. But enough to be noticeable.

“You!” Marvin started, bumping his head against the ceiling. “Owwww fuck!” Beneath him, he heard the squeak of the bedframe as Jameson got ready to stand up.

“Hi.” Anti grinned and waved. His whole form was surrounded by that green glow. Even his teeth looked backlit by the light. “Do you know what today is?”

“Uh—I don’t fucking—the tenth, I think?” Marvin sputtered.

“It’s the tenth!” Anti repeated cheerfully. “That’s a very important day. I guess you could say... it’s my birthday.” His green eyes flicked up and down, between the two brothers. “You should wish me a happy birthday.”

“Why?” Marvin asked.

Anti’s head tilted to the side. “Why? Did you both ask why? Because it’s the nice thing to do, isn’t it? So do it.”

Marvin didn’t appreciate being told to be nice. Because usually, people just meant ‘do this thing you don’t want to do or else people will get offended for no real reason.’ But Anti being in their room, surrounded by that green light and that sound of radio static, was really freaking him out. Maybe if he just did it, Anti would go away. “Uh... happy birthday?”

Anti smiled again. “Thank you.” His eyes flicked down to the bottom bunk, where Jameson was. And he stared. A moment passed. Then that smile fell and was replaced by a frown. “Well, fine. Don’t, then.” He looked back up at Marvin. “I’m going to give you a nice present on your birthday. But JJ’s too rude. Now he gets to be jealous.” Anti waved again. “It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? I’ll see you then.”

And in an instant, he was gone. The green glow and static vanished, leaving only the light from the door and the alarm clock’s numbers—blinking 12:00 over and over.

Marvin stared at the spot where Anti was just a moment ago. But Jameson immediately started to move. He jumped up from his bunk and ran over to the light switch, flicking it on. Now they both stared at the spot where Anti was.

“What...” Marvin said, “...the absolute fuck was that about?”

JJ shook his head, bewildered. I feel like that was a test, he said.

“Well if it was, you failed.”

JJ looked at him. What do you mean?

“He wanted you to say ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t,” Marvin explained. “And then he called you rude. I think you fucked yourself over.”

I don’t think he understands BSL, so I was fucked anyway, JJ said. That’s not really fair, is it?

“No.” Another moment of silence passed. Neither of them wanted to look away from where Anti had been. “Well... I guess we'll just go back to bed, then?” Marvin said, uncertain.

I guess? JJ says, equally uncertain. Should we be worried about him showing up on our birthday? Maybe we shouldn’t have the party?

“I don’t think Mam will let us cancel the party,” Marvin muttered. “She was so fucking excited to have other kids in our house. Which... I don’t get. We’re here all the time anyway. But whatever.” He chuckled. “Hey. Leave the alarm clock like that. You’ll be able to sleep in and claim it’s cause the clock broke in the middle of the night and erased your alarm.”

JJ stared at the clock thoughtfully. Then he nodded. I suppose it would be good to have an excuse.

“Niiiice.” Marvin grinned.

Good night, Marvin, JJ said, grinning right back. I’ll see you in the morning. Then he flipped the light off and walked back to bed. The bedframe squeaked again as he got settled down.

“Good night, JJ,” Marvin said, and laid back down. He stared at the ceiling.

I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic guys.

Life was weird. He didn’t understand why people were so concerned with avoiding it.

It took him a long time to finally fall asleep.

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poetryforplebs · 1 year

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spanish class

when i was sixteen my brother and i took a spanish class

it was at the local community college. he joined in because i was there, or maybe i joined the class because he was, but the fact of the matter stood was that we were together.

we sat next to each other sometimes, mostly next to two sisters — one in her twenties, one in her thirties we would work together, and understood each other as families often do.

(meaning that— our souls are attached by tin can telephone strings. we can’t cut them without losing the sound of our own voice)

the class was fun.

my brother was smart. i had only to turn to him, ask him a question, and he would explain it to me i tried not to ask him too many questions. i was already his kid sister. i had to be smart, had to keep up with him. i had to earn my place.

(do little sisters ever earn their place?)

at the end of the semester, the class was split into two groups: girls versus boys, boys versus girls. we had to do a pop oral quiz and it came down to the two of us

i can’t remember the question, only that it was asked and there was silence, expectation. his brow furrowed. i waited.

time passed slowly.

light entered his eyes now was the chance to throw in the towel but not make it easy

i had to time this perfectly but my tongue was too quick

i opened my mouth—

[applause]

he turned to me, after class walking back to the car

“that wasn’t fair,” he told me

“it wasn’t,” i agreed readily

“you didn’t really win”

“i didn’t”

he wanted to go on, but he couldn’t not when i agreed with him so he kept his words to himself, the injustice of losing an unfair fight

i had done what i was supposed to. he wanted to win, but win well. i couldn’t throw in the towel, pretend to be stupid. i couldn’t let him win that way. i had to actually try and then he could win, because he was smart and he deserved it. i had things going for me; all pretty girls do. boys need the help.

i won by accident, and unfairly, and agreed with him when that was the case. i shouldn’t have won.

but i wonder too, if my younger sister had won if i would have turned around and told her that she didn’t deserve it.

i like to think that i would just accept it but then again, i would probably throw in the towel for her because she’s my little sister.

now i pause in my past. maybe that’s what he did. did he throw in the towel for me, many times? how many times? maybe this time he actually tried not to. maybe that’s what was upsetting: that the whole world would become just as small as our childhood home.

we never took a class together again.

#Stell #after writing this poem I realized some ugly truths about myself #that aren’t aligned with how I framed this #I did want to win. Why else would I try to?#why couldn’t I let him have it #and I have completed against my sister #when have I ever let her win? when have I ever not corrected her pronunciation?#now that we’re older i do it when she asks #and edit her letters to take out the misspellings #but as a child? I was unkind #so yeah this poem helped me realize that I wasn’t as passive as I thought I was #passive aggressive maybe #And I can see why my siblings were often angry #maybe I’ll write another poem like this that has more of the taste of truth to it #but I’ve wanted to write this for a while now and it is done #though it may not be true now it was what I wanted to say

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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For the Winter Prompts Sledding/Skiing/snowboarding for Pun Sharing stories for Juni CAUGHT UNDER THE MISTLETOE for Jo! >:D

Winter OC Ship prompts

Punch took a deep breath of the crisp, cold winter air. He was excited to have been invited to Harveston, to spend time with Epel and his family. Winters in the Queendom of Roses were cold, sure, but they never got the same levels of snow that Harveston winters were famous for, and he was looking forward to trying out some sports he hadn't been able to before.

Epel was well ahead of him on the path up the hill. He turned and looked back at Punch over his shoulder, and shouted back to him. "Ain't got all day, Pun!" He shifted the snowboard he had strapped onto his back to a more comfortable position. "I wasn't expectin' it ta be a race, but yer makin' me wait fer ya? Come ONNNN."

Punch laughed; it was great hearing Epel finally be himself, even if he was being impatient. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he had a real soft spot for the accent that Epel's housewarden kept trying to train out of him. "I'm coming, I'm coming! I'll be faster on my way down, at least."

Epel stood with his hands on his hips, his position on the hill allowing him to look down at the taller boy cockily. "If you keep yer balance and ain't skiddin' down on yer keister. But I'll teach ya right. If ya getcher butt up here already!!"

Punch hurried up, and caught up to Epel, who gave him an affectionate punch on the shoulder.

"Atta boy, Pun. Now let's get the rest of the way up this hill, and have some fun already!"

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(Disclaimer! Miss Moon isn't one of mine - she belongs to @twst-the-night-away, my bestie! - but I do have two possible couples with her among my own OCs, and she's friends with several others, so we're gonna go with one of those sets!)

"All right, I give up. What did you do next?" Juniper wrapped her hands around her mug of mulled cider and nudged Bobby with her elbow.

He graced her with a grin, the light from the bonfire giving his eyes an impish glint. "Well, you know that Trein never goes anywhere without that chubby little cat of his, right? And it so happened that I had picked up a couple of cans of that delightful canned tuna fish, as a favor to our lil' buddy over at Ramshackle, right? So. I figured, what would keep the old man from lookin' for those missing quiz sheets?"

Juniper's eyes widened over the edge of her cup. "You didn't."

"I absolutely did," Bobby responded, proudly. "So, since I just happened to have more tuna on me than expected, due to my excellent haggling skills, I set up to draw that lovely little puddy tat away. Nowhere that he'd get in trouble, mind! But just enough to keep old man Trein distracted."

"And that's why none of us had the quiz until the next Monday?"

Bobby shot fingerguns at her. "You're welcome."

She threw her head back and laughed, the moonlight shining in her hair. And Bobby suddenly wished he had another round of tales to spin for her.

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Ace stepped back to admire his handiwork, beaming proudly. "Okay. It's right over the doorway. Now all we have to do is wait!"

Deuce looked suspiciously at Ace. "I don't know, do you really think it's fair?"

"Do I think it's fair?" Ace crossed his arms across his chest. "You didn't ask that when I had the idea, or when I put the darned thing up. You're asking now?"

"Well..." Deuce tugged at his collar, and looked guiltily at the sprig of mistletoe that sat jauntily above the door to Joker and Violetta's dorm room. "I know that rule 513 does say that someone standing under mistletoe is subject to a kiss, but I think setting it up like this? It kinda feels like a trap."

Ace shook his head, and tried to sound reasonable. "It's not a trap; no one's gonna make them stand in the threshold if they don't wanna be there."

"Still...." Deuce slumped against the doorframe, his head bumping against the door. "I dunno. Maybe we should take it down."

"Absolutely not." Ace leaned closer to Deuce, poking him in the shoulder. "We were told to decorate the freshman side of the dorms, and every room has a decoration over the door. It's not our fault the only thing left by the time we got to the girls' room, all we had left was mistletoe."

Deuce blinked incredulously. "You saved it for them, Ace."

"I'm not gonna say that out loud." Ace stepped back. "Geez, your face is red. Are you already thinking about which one's gonna come out of the room first? Are you hoping it'll be Joker, Deuce? Thinking she'll stop and look up and smile, and say she's glad to see you waiting there?" He smiled cruelly at Deuce, whose blush intensified.

"... maybe?" he squeaked, still leaning against the doorframe.

"HA!"

A muffled voice came from inside the door. "What's with all the yelling, tweedle dum and tweedle dumber?" The door swung open to reveal Joker with Violetta behind her, peering around the brunette's shoulder.

"Just decorating for the holidays," Ace said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Hung somethin' real special over your door, ladies."

Deuce froze in place, directly in their doorway. "hi Jo... it's, uh.... nice to see.... 's mistletoe...," he stammered.

Violetta's cheeks went purple and she ducked completely behind Joker, who leaned forward. "You hung mistletoe over our door?" Joker asked quietly.

Deuce's eyes locked with hers and he nodded.

"And you're standing right under it, Deuce."

He nodded again. Ace guffawed in the hallway.

Joker sighed. "Well, it's not like me to willingly break such a simple rule." She took a small step forward, and breathed deeply. She whispered, "Just ask next time, knucklehead," closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to Deuce's.

Violetta made a scandalized noise behind Joker, while Ace cheered behind Deuce. "See that, I told you it'd work!" Ace crowed. "It was a perfect plan! It wa— hey. How long are you two going to... ?"

Deuce and Joker finally disengaged. "Sorry, Vivi. Rules!" Joker called back over her shoulder. And Deuce reeled back, dazed.

Ace stepped forward. "I'm under it next. Where's my kissy?"

And Joker closed the door in his face.

#these were FUN #twisted wonderland oc #punch carder #bobby sherwood #joker carder #friend's ocs #juniper moon #violetta piccola #AND ALSO #several NRC freshmen #story

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namuneulbo · 1 year

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week ninety-nine

so close.

monday and tuesday were nothing special.

wednesday i went thrifting and i found a cute top that makes me feel so bella swan and a cute dress that makes me feel so 2014 tumblr. i wore the top to the quiz in the evening.

thursday omg. my friends were doing a concert at the same bar as where the music quiz was held. i went there w a and on the walk there i ask her if we should go see the jazz concert afterwards as well and she was like:

"yes, of course, u know whos playing, right?"

WELL, i did in fact NOT KNOW but it just happened to be w on the drums. bro i was so excited. we went to see my friends concert and it was great and ended in a mosh pit so it was quite the change walking into the jazz gig afterwards.

they had already started playing when we go there but it was fine. we didnt get a close-up seat but i could stare at w from afar. it was funny bc when s arrived we just exchanged this glance of like:

"oh, we both know why IM here." the performance felt quite short but yk, we also arrived a little late. after the performance there was a jam, as per usual. w sat w his parents and some others, im assuming relatives, and also d (and k for a bit???).

yadayada i sat down w a, a, l and v closer to the front and then i saw w standing w´by the table l was sitting at but talking w b, k and t. i move over there since i knew it wouldnt be too obvious since me and l r friends. i barely look at him bc hes so close yk but UGHHHH he was like resting his hands on the table and leaning. idk how to describe it but yk standing but leaning and his sleeves were rolled up. dead.

anyways both c and l were leaving and i tried begging them to stay while w was there but they ended up just being like:

"no, girl, just talk to him instead."

i end up moving back to sit w a and l. a and v had left by now too. ws standing by himself and a immediately tells l to invite him over and he invites w to sit w us and points to a seat next to me. he sits down on the other available seat though lol i dont blame him since it was closer so it was more logical.

l and w talk briefly in-between watching the jam session and then w just drops a "i just realized i havent had any dinner today" and we start talking about going out to eat. we were discussing whether we should go to the grill or mcdonalds. mcdonalds is a bit outside of town and only the drive-thrus open that late but w did offer us going w him in his car but we ended up going to the grill. i wouldnt have minded sitting in his car though hehe.

me, a and l leave to go get our coats and w left behind for a bit to go pick up his cymbals and his bag. me and a freak out a tiny bit on my behalf before he joined us again. we left and i was so... omg? the entire walk there and i message l being like "OMGOMGOMG". on the way there w meets a bunch of ppl he knows and he starts play fighting w a. it was quite cute.

when we were nearing the grill i became ever so slightly more comfy to talk after i made a joke he laughed at. we were talking about how much food he could get if he just handed them his bag of cymbals and silly me said he could get lots of shrimps and rice. it sounds so dumb to like explain in such detail things i remember him or me saying but like,,, im gonna do it in detail anyways bc i want to remember it when im seventy and i look back at these posts (if tumblrs still a thing by then).

we all order food and he orders such a dad meal but ig its quite cute when he does it. we bonded over dips bc we had the same fav and the same least fav. we both love béarnaise and hate oriental lol. then b showed up and we invited him to eat w us so we had to wait longer so his food would be ready as well. i didnt mind ofc.

we started talking ab hans zimmer which led w to a passionate rant thanks to him being a zimmer fanatic. then that led to a film bro talk that initially made fun of how film bros act ab shots and stuff just for him to start doing exactly that dgjslkfj it was funny bc he was like listing famous movie scenes being like:

"and u know the story ab this shot, right?" until he reached one that we actually didnt know and he was like "oh okay then let me film bro real quick *proceeds to explain how that scene was shot*"

im afraid i really like film bros. i think its so cute when they get all passionate about it TT

i dont think ill go TOO into detail ab each tiny thing he said bc i already have a note in my phone of everything i remember TT am i manic?

we got our food and we went to campus to eat it. he went by the basement to put away his cymbals while us others went to the cafeteria. we went to sit down and a went to sit right next to me but l whispered like:

"no! move over! leave that seat empty!" wanting w to sit down next to me naturally. hes an ally ! anyways i did like a short joke ab how hed probably sit down on the opposite side and l laughed and was like "oh yeah, he probably will" and yup, he did. it was quite funny bc i havent told b i like w but if it wasnt obvious by now idk what.

we sat eating together for like an hour and i was so happy to get a reason to stare at him attentively wo it being weird bc yk,,, just watching him from afar and stuff can be pretty weird TT but like actually getting to have eye contact w him and stuff AHHHH!!!

b left first and us others were left sitting for a bit. i thought we were all going home until a whispers to me like "l, hes coming to the bar!!!" which was a big surprise bc like ive mentioned before, hes v rarely at the bar. hes been there more recently though which is fun.

we walk to the bar together and ahhh so happy hihi but we split up quite early on as he goes to his classmates and i felt to awkward to join him. after going outside rq i caught up w s for a bit before walking back in and joining w and some others who i knew. later we were left alone near the bar and bro it was so awkward and later a steals his cap and puts it on her head and i just awkwardly drop the worst line of my life:

"looking fresh."

i actually cant, ive been thinking ab it ever since... WHY TF WOULD I SAY THAT???

okay anyways i wanna forget ab it truly.

later on i joined a and her friends and omg... she asked me if she could wear my glasses and i let her and then she moved over to me and was like:

"i feel like a sexy substitute teacher," then she caresses my shoulder and chest and lightly grabs my shirt and goes:

"hm, u havent done ur homework~ what should we do about that~?"

AND BRO MY GAY ASS... i literally melted... that was like the hottest thing someones ever said and done to me. def up there w the time i cuffed me. she did apologize quickly for touching my chest but i said it was fine (WHICH IT VERY MUCH WAS!). then she pulled me into the bathroom and we talked for quite a while. shes so nice TT

when i got back w was gone.

next day, friday. we celebrate bs 18th bday. once getting to the bar we sit outside and i was so happy actually. like the conversation was so good and i was becoming the perfect level of drunk. i was sitting w my back towards the bar and c just looks at me and points behind me and mouths a quiet "look."

i turn around AND WHO DO I SEE? w. i literally look back in shock w my hand in front of my agape mouth and v goes:

"what, what happened?"

and i go like:

"omg, i havent told u i think" and i lean in and just "i like w" and then do little drum motions w my hand to like clarify which one i mean and his immediate reactions like "AIGHT, give me a minute" and he stands up. he was joking ofc and sat back down then genuinely asks me if i want him to wingman me. i consider it and i said he could go talk to him but dont like directly say i like him and he proceeds to go and talk to him twice i think?? it was funny. i told him he could wingman me next time for sure.

i never end up talking to w that night but i did end up telling a about it when i was walking around to bar to find him. i just walk up to her like:

"i was looking for w but he seems to have left."

then i proceed to tell her that i like him and thats why i was looking for him and her replys the cutest thing ever. she just starts telling me how im so cute and how hes so sweet and would be a great boyf and that i should so talk to him and AHHH I LOVE HER. feeding my delusions sm i love her. then she genuinely goes like:

"should we go look for him?"

i just tell her hes left bc i havent seen him but i told her quickly ab our little hangout from the day before and she was so excited ab it.

then nothing else of important note has happened this weekend. i dropped the story ab o to e and s. e on friday and s asked me ab it on saturday and it was so funny hearing ab him from their perspective. we all ended up agreeing that hes nice but def a bit,,,, weird and has some questionable traits.

ive been trying to figure out how to incorporate quotes into these texts wo it looking dumb and its so hard. i know how to use quotation marks in like,, fiction context but idk the proper grammar rules on how to use it while quoting ppl mid-story.

sotw: david bowie - criminal world

#diary #tumblr diary #namuneulbo

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— genshin boys as your late night study buddy

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader

ೃ 200-299 words per character! (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) ♡

ೃ tags: college au, modern au, and lots of fluff.

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

– Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep. You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6 as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message:

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

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zukump3 · 4 years

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first time showing your legs || hcs

anon asked: I like to wear giant robes (like Harry Potter giant robes situation) because i'm very sensitive to the cold, and today i didn't wore it and my best friend was like "wtf u got legs... And they fine" (i have thick thigs) so, how would Tamaki, Deku, Kirishima and Denki to a s/o who does the same??

warnings: fluff & suggestive content, reader has thick thighs here lol, fem!reader

a/n: i can relate to this cause i also have thick thighs n never show my legs lmao

izuku never questioned how you never showed your legs

you were always in jeans and sweats

and even with the skirt ua girls wore, you always wore tights underneath

he never noticed until mineta ew pointed it out one day

“i’ve yet to see y/n’s beautiful legs, i wonder why.” he would say, his tiny fingers stroking his chin. “we’ve got to see them!”

“maybe she’s got a lot of marks on them or something?” kaminari would suggest. “or! maybe they’re really hairy. like, so hairy you can’t see her skin!”

“or she just doesn’t show her legs, dipshits.” kacchan would spit out at them. “how about you think about how you’re passing the math quiz tomorrow and not some dumb girls legs, yeah?”

ever since that day, which was about two weeks ago now

he’s been more curious than ever to see your legs

he was an over thinker, so his mind went to many possibilities of how your legs looked

maybe they were skinny and slim? maybe your knees had faces in them? maybe they really were as hairy as kaminari said...

but nothing could prepare him for the chill saturday class 1-A was having in the common area

and suddenly seeing you come out of the elevator in some black shorts, your legs exposed

and... wow.

his eyes instantly shot to your thighs

were they always that full? and... jiggly?

he can’t even look away when you sit next to him, thighs pressed right next to his

“h-hi, y/n!” he would tell you in a constricted tone, his cheeks flushed

“are you okay?” you would giggle at him and he would just nod, holding up an “ok” sign with his fingers

“perfectly fine.”

denki would probably be one that would always press to see your legs

“oh cmon, y/n! jeans again today?”

“ahhh, you’re really wearing ripped jeans? quit teasing me babe!~”

he knows you’re a bit more sensitive to cold weather than everyone else in the class and your entire body is covered whenever it’s cold

but he still just wanted to see

even when you guys studied together your legs were covered

he would literally walk around in his underwear to hopefully shed a piece of clothing from you

but you never budged.

like the kind of boy he is, he would eventually forget all about it

and get used to the sight of your legs being covered like everyone else in class 1-A

on sunday, the day right before your math test

it was particularly hot in the dorm

denki expected nothing different from you

but when you came to his dorm in nothing but one of his shirts and matching yellow shorts...

he’s never moved across the room and grabbed you that fast.

“denki?! what the fuck-“

“holy shit, you’ve been hiding that?!” he would shout at you, which would obviously fluster you

he would be playing with your thighs for the entirety of the study session

another one that wouldn’t notice at first

when the weather was cold, he expected you to be all dressed up

he would compliment you whenever you wore pants, even if u wore the most basic of sweats

“loving the grey today y/n! wait, i might have a pair that looks just like that!! wanna match?”

yes. he’s definitely gifted you crimson riot sweatpants that he bought for the both of you because he just loves you sm

when the weather starts getting warmer though and your clothing choice doesn’t change, he’d be a little worried

“y/n... do you really wanna be wearing black jeans today? the sun is out,, and beaming!”

the fact that your boyfriend cared so much and worried so much about you really warmed your heart

you appreciated his concerns too

“aww, don’t worry about me kiri. i’m fine!”

from then on he concluded that you must’ve been insecure about your legs

all the girls would be wearing shorts in the warm weather, even jiro

and you’d be the only one in pants

even if you wore baggy jeans with rips in the thighs, he still really worried for you

it wasn’t until he cornered you in your room did he actually ask

“y/n...” he would frown.

“do you feel bad about the way your legs look?”

“...huh?”

“it’s just... you never show them. and it’s getting pretty hot in japan. i don’t think it’s healthy to walk around in pants all the time...” he would say sheepishly, then widen his eyes. “it’s your choice though! i’m just—saying. not trying to police what you wear or anything! that’s definitely not manly.”

and you couldn’t help but just laugh at how endearing he was 😭

“i’m just comfortable with pants, kiri. if you wanna see my legs so bad, you could’ve asked.”

his mouth probably dropped open when you slid your sweatpants down and showed your legs

his eyes instantly shot to those thighs

and he decided that would be his favorite part of you from now on

he napped between your thighs after that <3

our quiet little baby

would always notice that you wore pants and covered your legs on a day to day basis

would he say anything about it though?

no. no he would not.

1). he didn’t feel like it was place to point it out and 2). you wore what you wanted to. who was he to question it?

but he couldn’t help the curiosity that always lingered in the back of his brain whenever you wore tights to school under your skirt

the more time he went on, the more he wanted to see what was underneath all those pants you wore.

it was a subconscious want though, so he would show it in hidden ways

resting a hand on your knee when you two would sit together

playing with the rips in your jeans whenever you wore them

or scanning your body from head to toe when you walked towards him—his eyes focusing extra long on your legs

stuff that he didn’t notice he was doing but you definitely noticed

tamaki was fun to tease, so of course

that’s exactly what you did.

you invited him over to a study session one day and he accepted

when you opened the door to your dorm, he nearly fainted

you weren’t wearing any pants.

none. at all.

he couldn’t even concentrate on what you were saying as you led him into the room

drinking up the sight of your backside, and your plush thighs...

but then you both sat in the bed and you

you covered them.

with a blanket.

he wanted to scream

the entire session he was fidgety, barely paying attention to what you wear saying

he asked you to repeat something about fifteen times

you were having entirely too much fun

but when it got the point where he could barely function you just huffed, sliding your body into his lap

“if you wanted to see my legs so bad, all you could’ve done was asked, tama.”

commence a heated make out session with his hands cupping your thighs the entire time xp

#hot #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #mha x reader #mha headcanon #mha headcanons #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki headcanons #midoriya headcanons #kaminari headcanons #kirishima headcanons #bnha headcanons

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First Love

Lucas Wong / Yukhei

"They say first love is a special experience that one would always hold a special place in your heart. Wong Yukhei was your first love in high school, but along the way, you had to say goodbye to him in order for him to achieve his dream of becoming a star in Korea. Yet fate and destiny plays its role in paving the two of you an intersection once more, will the two of you and up together at the very end?"

Warnings : smut, unprotected sex, mild angst, a child (pregnancy not described), tooth rotting fluff (all in that order, kinda)

A/N : this is one of my most heavily devoted works I've ever written, so please, of you're comfortable, drop a feedback to tell me if you guys like this writing style, thank you!

Lucas Wong of NCT and most importantly his own fixed unit, Wayv, the man who garners attention and love wherever he goes, that dazzling smile is sure to be captured by numerous cameras of awaiting fans.

But to you, Lucas was never Lucas, to you he was Yukhei, and more significantly, your ex from high school. Yukhei was your first love, you remember when the two of you had first met in Year 9, Yukhei was known for being a class clown and more of a klutz, girls would always have a soft spot for him even if they didn't like him in that way.

Yukhei was your desk mate for Year 10, the thing got you on your nerves about him was that he never took group assignments seriously, and was never at school on time, his uniform was wrinkly from rushing out of his house to catch the bus and always had a stationary missing, which means he had to borrow yours.

You never hated him, hate is a strong word, things were very neutral with him, most times, he unintentionally annoys you, but he'd always make up to you by bringing you a small bottle of apple juice the next day. The only time the two of you really fought was when he had not spoken up when his friends snatched your book away from yours to copy you off, brushing it off as a small matter.

You were quite an immature person back then, and no one can blame you, you were just a teenager, and being said that, you had refused to lend Yukhei a ruler when the math teacher did a pop quiz, so he had to use the dust pan as no one, other than you that is, brings an extra ruler.

It's not your fault, you thought back then, he shouldn't have depended on you to bring his share of stationaries. The next day, you walked into class to see his group of friends waiting at your desk to apologize to you, and as for Yukhei, he had yet again brought you a bottle of apple juice, with the addition of your favourite bar of Cadbury.

It was only in Year 11 when Yukhei had confessed to you, saying that all those annoying things he did to you were just to catch your attention, of all the girls he could've liked, he chose the one who was the most unattainable, go figure.

The next year, when the two of you were looking to apply to the same college, Yukhei broke the news to you that he'd be packing his bags for Korea, that the audition he had joined just for fun accepted him as a trainee in a large entertainment company in Korea that everyone in Hong Kong knows, SM.

At first you didn't approve of his decision, that his education was important as well, that he had a life here, with you. But Yukhei had given very valid reasons to you, that he wouldn't have passed the college entrance exams if it weren't for your tuitions until late at night in the public library, that he didn't really have an interest in studying. His most valid reason was that he didn't want to take a toll on you when you’re in college, he can't have you sacrifice your sleep and attention for him just to have him attain passing grades.

So you let him go, saying your last farewell to him at the airport as his girlfriend and ex girlfriend.

That was the last time you saw him, choosing to not stay in contact with him as you poured your soul into university life, studying like your life depends on it, you had a few boyfriends here and there, nothing serious, nothing that made you felt like your first love. Maybe you had trouble moving on, or maybe it was just stress, you thought back then, shrugging the thought off casually before diverting your attention else where, this cycle carried on until you came out to work.

Fast forwarding to March of 2019, you had unintentionally came across of a news online that Yukhei had finally been placed in his own fixed unit that would be promoting and performing in Chinese, which isn’t surprising, even the Thai member, Ten, was of Chinese heritage. What made your eyes widen was the fact that they were coming to Hong Kong.

At the day of the fan meet, you had took the day off from your boring low paying job at the law firm, so much for studying your ass off for bar exams, you’re just filing on a daily basis.

Before the day of the fan meet, you had lived off of instant cup noodles for a few weeks just to buy the album and their light stick. When you first listened to the album, you were proud of Yukhei’s rapping skills, you still recall the days when he’d struggle with his mandarin oral tests, the teachers there must be much better than you for him to improve so much, smiling fondly at the old memories.

You waved the light stick and sang along just like the other fans beside you, mesmerised by the performance that the boys are putting up, but your eyes were mostly on Yukhei, you would’ve never thought the once clumsy giant like him would dance as fluidly, executing the moves just as well as the other smaller sized members.

You watch as Yukhei introduces himself and his non Cantonese members in his mother tongue, a feeling of familiarity settling into your mind.

You are quite a confident person, but queuing up to the long table where Yukhei sat at the corner was nerve wrecking to you, what would he say to you? Would he recognise you? It hasn't been that long, but the two of you had done some changes to your looks.

The other members had greeted you with a friendly smile and a few casual questions like have you eaten, but they seem a bit taken aback by the lack of fan girl attitude that most of the fans in front of you had.

When you had got to Yukhei, he had dropped his marker on the floor, his head ducked out of sight to retrieve it, but when he came up to apologise, the words were stuck in his throat, as his eyes opened as wide as saucers. He coughed to mask the surprise on his face.

“Hi, how are you?” He asked as he took your album into his hands, scribbling something down.

“Good, how have you been?” although his hair is coloured, his eyes had contacts, and he wasn't in his messy uniform, the smile on his face never changed.

“Great, it's nice to see you,” to other fans and the staff beside him, they might think it's just one of the standard answers, but you knew Yukhei like the back of your hand, registering the twinkle in his eyes.

Soon, he had placed the album back into your hands, your fingers grazing gently as tiny sparks flew up your tips, eyes never breaking contact until the staff tells you to leave.

When you had sat down at a nearby cafe to get a cup of coffee, you took out your album and flipped to the page where Lucas had written something.

‘Hilton hotel, 9pm,' and his number under it.

At nine sharp, you waited by the hotel’s sitting area, not many people at that time as usually stores in Hong Kong open rather late, patiently you waited for Yukhei. Just as you were scrolling through posts on Instagram, a tall figure approached you.

A call of your name rolled off his tongue naturally, a wave of nostalgia hitting the both of you.

“I bought you a little something before I got here,” you said as you stood up, letting him guide you to the elevators.

“What is it?” Yukhei lets out a flustered laugh, scratching the back of his nape when he realised he didn't get you anything in return.

“Roast goose and Cha Siew, are they still your favourite?” you asked, hoping his taste hasn’t changed over the years.

“Yeah, man, I remember how we'd always get quarter of both after school at Uncle Chan’s,” Yukhei said, remembering how the boss of the restaurant had hung a photo of two of you on the wall, deeming the two of you his most loyal lovebirds.

“This is from Uncle Chan’s,” you told him as you followed him into his room, looking around, expecting him to be rooming with someone.

“Don't worry, I told Yang Yang to sleep with Ten for the night,” Yukhei said when he saw you looking for someone.

“Oh, that's really nice of him,” you said as you set out the food, the smell of Hong Kong's famous delicacies wafting in the air.

“Man, I really missed this,” Yukhei said as he pulls the arm chair that was a few feet away close to the desk, directing you into it and situating himself in the not so comfortable wooden chair.

“I missed this too,” you said mindlessly, eyes avoiding his before you ate a piece of meat.

“I missed you too,” Lucas confessed, yes there are many pretty girls in his industry, and Korea itself, but no one would be able to replace you, you were his rock all his life, other than his family of course, it's hard to build a connection with someone just as strong when things between the two of you never really ended, in a way.

Leaving on too good terms and without much closure for both of you kept one another thinking of each other. The two of you know, that after tonight, things would go back to normal, Yukhei would be Wayv’s Lucas, and you’d remain as his past, there would never be an outcome from whatever happens tonight.

So when the two of you were recalling memories and troubles the two of you got in school on the oh so comfortable bed, you couldn't help it, hooking a leg over Yukhei’s waist, just like how it started at the night of the graduation party, the night where the two of you lost your virginities to each other.

“I’d be gone tomorrow, we shouldn’t, I shouldn't do this to you,” Yukhei said, a firm believer that it's always the girl that is on the losing side, like he's taking an advantage of you, ever the gentleman.

“I want this for myself, Yukhei, it's not like it's our first time,” you said, trying to convince him.

“I still feel guilty about our first time, I left a few months later after that night, and tomorrow would be the same, I'll be leaving you once more,” Yukhei said as his big hands caressed your cheeks, eyes wide like a puppy, pupils reflecting an image of you, a perfect representation of his universe, you.

“I don't care, I’ve moved on from you as your girlfriend all those years ago, moving on from you after tonight won't be a challenge for me,” you said in a firm tone, one that Yukhei knows all too well, he knows you won't give up when you sound like this.

He could possibly break two hearts if he chooses to act on his impulses, but he missed this, he missed you, and so he threw all caution out of the window when he smashed his lips desperately against yours, chewing on your bottom lip with little force, it was something that would easily get you worked up back then, and to his delight, it still worked, letting him dominate the kiss easily, he let his tongue slid in your mouth, tasting the beer the two of you had just now with a mixture of strawberry lip gloss, you were still using the Nivea one you used all those years ago, this only fuelled his desire for you, his hands leaving your cheeks to locate your waist, pulling you closer to him.

When you were out of air, you broke off the kiss, reaching the hem of your shirt to pull it off, then waiting a few seconds for Yukhei to admire the red lace on your skin before unclasping your bra, letting your blossoms free, all the while as Yukhei looks on, like he was in a trance.

“I missed these,” he commented before taking a mound into his mouth, sucking on your nipple diligently while his other hand comes up to roll it in between the pads of his fingers, the pleasure from the action making you throw your head back, a slip of his name in between your whimpers.

You let Yukhei push you back, letting you fall onto his bed, you felt his hands wander up your skirt, his huge hands around your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his palms, feeling you, but stopped when he reached the hem of your panties, detaching himself from your chest, looking at you for confirmation.

You nodded at him, putting your hand over his to guide him higher, stopping at the curve of your cheek, pushing his hand beneath the clothe, dangerously close to your core, heck he could even feel your arousal already, eyes rolling back at the thought of getting you so worked up.

“Take it off, but you can leave the skirt, for old time’s sake,” you said.

Yukhei looked at you, confused at what you’re trying to say, until he realised you were wearing a pleated checkered skirt, just like the ones you wore back in high school, memories of the two of you sneaking around, having a quickie with your skirt flipped up immediately made blood rush southwards at the thought.

“Fuck, you expected this to happen?” Yukhei asked, shaking his head in disbelief, he was always the troublemaker at school, but oh how the tables have turned now.

“Didn't you?” you asked before getting up to put yourself in a doggy position, shaking your butt, taunting him.

Yukhei chuckled to himself before doing as you say, taking off your panties to reveal your slick covered pussy, dripping wet for him on display.

Yukhei spreads you open by pulling your cheeks apart to lick a stripe up your slit, making you shudder at the warm muscle that was intruding but very much welcomed.

Yukhei allowed himself to fully stuff his face there, inserting his tongue into your core, thrusting the wet muscle at a moderate pace before adding a finger to the mix, then two, stretching you open to let his tongue delve deeper inside, he then adds a third finger, the fullness finally hitting you, soon he did a come hither movement once he had located your sweet spot, his tongue and fingers rubbing against the roof of your walls deliciously, you would’ve lost your balance if it weren't for his hand supporting you by your left hip.

The constant pleasure that Yukhei so willingly inflicted upon you would've soon come to an euphoric end if he hadn’t halted all movement, pulling out his tongue and his fingers, which made you whine his name pathetically, something you wouldn't have done if it weren't for the fact that your mind was reduced to a ball full of cotton.

“Chill, I worked you up so I wouldn't hurt you with my dick,” Yukhei said as he positions himself at your entrance, his hand coming up to your face to tilt your head to his direction, zeroing on your lust filled eyes and the plump of your lips, swollen because of him.

“Are you sure you want this?” Yukhei asks you one last time.

“Yes, please,” you said, pushing yourself back to lightly grind on his length, a little bit of your arousal getting onto his cock, his dick getting so hard it's starting to hurt.

“Ever so eager, aren't you?” Lucas said before biting his lip at the sight.

“Just put it in!” you whined, tired of his teasing.

“Okay, okay,” Yukhei said before bracing himself for your tight walls, he's never nervous when it comes to others, but you? You always held a special place in his heart.

Yukhei spreads your cheeks once more before aligning himself to slip in an inch, eyebrows furrowing at how tight you were, he could tell you were clenching up, just like you did the first time when you were nervous.

So he bends down to your back, placing gentle kisses along your right shoulder blade.

“Don’t tense up, there’s nothing to be nervous about, we did this before remember?” Yukhei said in his most gentle tone ever, you nodded your head at his words, adjusting yourself to let yourself lose in the comfort of his touch, reminding yourself that although it's been a long time since you had someone as big as him, you’ll be fine in his hands.

Once Yukhei felt yourself unclench, he pushes in furthermore, you felt yourself arching your back to allow him to fit himself easier, before he comes to a halt, you felt so full, you haven't felt this way in such a long time, it was somewhat overwhelming, but it's the most complete feeling ever, a feeling you've never felt with any other.

The initial stretch was slightly painful of course, but the pain soon turned into pleasure, and being the gentleman Yukhei is, waited for you despite the huge urge to move, waiting for your green light.

When you told him he could move, he felt like the gates of heaven just opened, pulling out slightly to give you a shallow thrust, just to test the waters.

Even with that experimental thrust, you felt like you had a taste of heaven, eager to drown yourself in this new found pleasure that you were once so familiar with.

Yukhei grasped his large hands onto your hips, setting a moderate pace, still restraining himself from snapping his hips, but from how much slick you were dripping, soon you'd be begging for more.

Once you felt yourself familiarise with his big cock, the pace that Yukhei had set wasn’t enough, you wanted him to let loose, you wanted him to rail you, be damned if you can’t walk tomorrow.

So in the midst of all the pleasure, you let out two desperate words breathlessly, “ruin me”.

Yukhei had to do a double take, pausing his movements entirely just to check if that was his mind messing with him or it was really you, but one look at your desperate face, revealed to him that was in fact your words.

Yukhei allowed the animalistic side of him to take over, holding onto your hips that would sure leave bruises the next day, but you didn’t mind, not when you felt a sudden surge of pleasure coursing through your body. He angled your body higher, arching your back for easier access, thrusting harder and faster.

You could only submit yourself to him as your toes curled and your fingers dig into the linen sheets, you’re sure if his members were next door, they'd be able to hear every single sound you make, the sound of your ass cheeks clapping against Yukhei’s hips and your high pitched moans were flowing freely, but you didn't care, not when this could be the last time you'd ever be with Yukhei.

Soon, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your legs were trying their best not to fail you, and you could tell your arms were getting sore from propping yourself up as the cord in your abdomen threatened to snap, you panted out the word ‘close’, and Yukhei immediately understood, fucking into you at an inhuman pace, you could feel yourself losing your mind as spit drips from your mouth, sanity slowly slipping away from you as you felt your impending orgasm, it started from the tip of your toes, your body convulsing as you screamed his name, succumbing into the pleasure, your core bursting, the strongest orgasm you've ever felt, making your whole body sag in defeat as you let Yukhei help you ride out your orgasm.

Just when you thought it was all over, Yukhei gently flipped you over, and that’s when you realised he hasn’t cum, so you lifted your legs higher to let him enter you once again, he was using you like his personal doll, and you love it a little bit too much to be considered normal, you struggled to keep your eyes open as you fought through the slight pain from the overstimulation, hearing Yukhei’s mumble of appreciation and endearments.

“Can you give me one more, babe? Just one more,” Yukhei said before circling his fingers around your clit, making your eyes snap open when you realise he wants you to cum once more, your hands coming up to push his hand away, but his other hand grasped onto yours.

“Just one more, please,” Yukhei begged with those puppy eyes of his, and how could you say no?

So you stopped struggling, nodding your head at his request before he quickens the pace of his hips and the ministrations on your clit.

Soon, you could feel Yukhei’s cock swelling inside you before he let out a groan of your name, thrusting in one last hard thrust before he painted your walls white, his lips capturing yours to silent you as you came once more, your nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt Yukhei ride out both your highs.

Once he was done, Yukhei crashed onto the bed beside you, his arms wrapping around yours, kissing your lips to distract you as he pulled out, hopping into the attached bathroom to bring out two towels, taking off your skirt before he gently cleans you up, when he was done he wiped the juices you left on him, your eyes growing big when you knew it was from when you squirted on him.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I squirted,” you mumbled behind the hands that you had covering your embarrassed face.

Yukhei laughed at the cute sight, throwing the towel aside before climbing into bed again, removing your hands away from your face, kissing you deeply before looking at you in the eye.

“I loved it,” he said before pulling you closer, and almost instantly, you were lulled to sleep by the beating of his heart.

When you woke up, Yukhei was still snoring beside you, sleeping like a baby, you gently removed his hand from your waist, stepping out of the bed before gathering your clothes, putting them on, smoothing out the creases of your skirt.

Walking to the door, you glanced around once more at the sight of him, your heavy heart begging you to stay, to talk, and so you walked over to the night stand, ripping a piece of paper of the note pad and grabbing the pen next to it.

‘Goodbye and thank you for everything.’

You placed the piece of paper beside him on his pillow before kissing his forehead as a parting gift, closing the door as softly as you could when you left.

You knew this was the right thing to do, you made this decision once when he left for Korea the first time, you can't be in his way this time around, not when he's this far into his career, you can’t be selfish, he belongs on this path, he deserves it and you’re not going to take it away from him, you've stood on the side-lines all this time, he shed the limelight on you for one night, and that's all you should have, he's better off without you.

Yukhei felt himself grow cold when he couldn't feel the warmth of your body, jerking up to check if you were in the bathroom, only to find the door wide open, the room empty.

That's when he had spotted the piece of paper with your goodbye message, his heart clenching in pain, crashing onto the bed once more.

He didn't know what to expect, you had sent him off once, and now you left him without saying goodbye. He thought he could at least say goodbye.

Pushing his thoughts away, he gathered his things, packing up to leave for Korea.

His members could tell something was terribly off, they thought he was just in it for a casual hook up, but his expression tells otherwise.

The usual cheerful Yukhei was nowhere to be found, which meant Yang Yang and Hendery had to keep the mood light throughout the journey home, everyone knew to not say anything, only speaking when crucial.

It took Yukhei quite a while for him to get back to his goofy self, but even then, Kun, being the most observant one, saw a tightness in his smile, a faraway look in his eyes, whoever he had seen that night must've meant a lot to him, but he dare not to press, he knows Yukhei would open up when he's ready.

It was a normal Tuesday night when he had received a request to face time from you, without thinking much of it, excited to hear from you, he accepted, your beautiful face coming into view as he got comfortable on his bed.

“Hey, this is unexpected,” Yukhei said, not knowing what else to say.

“Yukhei, there’s something I need to tell you,” you said, eyes avoiding his.

“Yeah, what's up?” he asked, rubbing his nape, a habit he does whenever he's nervous.

“I'm um, I’m pregnant,” you said, choosing to not beat around the bush.

You could see Yukhei's face pale when he processed your words. Is it his? It's definitely his, it's almost a month since the two of you slept together, unless you slept with someone else?

“It's mine?” a dumb question, but he needs to know for sure.

“Yeah,” you said before the two of you come to a piercing silence.

“You could get an abortion, maybe?” Yukhei suggested after contemplating in his head, there’s no way he could be in the child’s life, and that's the best option for your sake, raising a child in Hong Kong is the most expensive thing to do, equivalent to buying a house there.

“I decided to keep it, Yukhei,” you said, glancing up to see the disbelief on his face.

“You can’t, you know I can't be there for you and you’re still so new in your job, you can't risk your life for this!” Yukhei said, not comprehending on why you'd do this to yourself.

“I already decided, Yukhei, and I don't expect you to take responsibility, this is my choice,” you said as tears threatened to flow.

“That isn't fair, it's not fair for the child! A child needs its father! You don't know what you're doing! Being a single mum is next to impossible in Hong Kong! You're putting the child in a horrible situation just for your selfishness!” Yukhei said before pushing his hair back, the feeling of an impending headache forming.

“How dare you say that?! I’ll raise this child perfectly on my own, I was just calling you to inform you of it, but since you don't want anything to do with it or me, I guess this is goodbye and don't call me anymore, I won't change my mind,” you said before your face disappeared from his phone screen.

Yukhei tried calling you immediately after, a day later, several weeks later, but you never picked up. Then he started stressing about his career, what would happen if someone were to find out? But he knows you as a person, and being a tell-tale is not one of your characteristics, yeah, he can just act like nothing happened, like he had never received this call.

He knows he's running away from his problems, but what other choice does he have?

Fast forwarding to July of 2021, Yukhei is home after his filming of the popular Chinese reality show in China, Keep Running, he feels at ease when he sees his family, finally reuniting with them, but only for a short two weeks time, before he has to leave for Korea once more.

It was a Friday night when his friends from home took him out for a drink, he was not so familiar with the clubbing scene in Hong Kong, but with the knowledge he has of this area, he knows many rich and young people often here, just like the girl kissing up his neck now, her soft hands running up the expanse of his thigh, getting dangerously close to where he wants her to be.

Yet Yukhei doesn’t remember her name, was it Candy? Apple? Some sort of name that had to do with food, he just remembered that she told him that she was an up and coming model, or trying to be anyways.

Just as she suggested to go to some hotel, Yukhei suggested for a quickie in the bathroom first, and so here he is now, being pushed to the door of a stall, her hands trying to unbuckle his belt.

Yukhei reached the back of his pocket for his wallet, opening it, looking for the condom he had placed there, but cursed when he realised he must've dropped it when he paid for drinks.

He told her to go back out and wait for him to get some, leaving the club and the musky smoke filled place behind him, the summer breeze blowing his hair all over, he brings the hood of his jacket up as he scans for a nearby convenience store, locating one at the street across.

When he got in, the scent of curry immediately greeted him, it was your favourite food, everyday after school, no doubt you'll drag him into one of these shops, just to share a bowl of curry fish balls, one of the most famous snacks here in Hong Kong.

He pushed the thought away, trudging to the aisle that was on the most right, where the condoms were at, hidden away from children. He took a box and made his way to the counter, opening his wallet to take out a few notes.

The cashier turned her back from stocking the cigarette shelf, scanning the box wordlessly.

“That would be 30,” she said when she looked up, but her hand immediately dropped the box when she saw who it was, and that's when Yukhei truly opened his eyes to see who it was, at first he was just miffed not knowing why the cashier froze, then he sees you, in the worn out 7 Eleven uniform, was you, the last person he’d be expecting.

“Why are you here? What happened to your job at the law firm? Why...” Yukhei didn't know how to ask, he didn't know if he deserved the right to ask, yet there's so many questions he had swarming in his head. Where is his child? Did you abort it in the end? Did you give it up for adoption? Were you fired from your job because of it?

“It's my shift right now, and you seem to be getting lucky tonight,” you said stiffly, holding up the box for him to see, sliding it across the counter

“It's for my friend actually,” Yukhei said, eyes avoiding yours, but immediately looking at you straight in the eyes, remembering how you use to be able to see right through him whenever he didn't do the revision work you've given him.

“Right,” you said, resisting to roll your eyes.

“You haven't answered me, why are you working here instead of the law firm?” Yukhei pressed.

You sigh at his persistence, not knowing what to say to humour him, so you didn't say anything, getting back to rearranging the shelves.

Yukhei bit his lip, not knowing what to say to you, but a million questions in his head, desperate for answers.

“Please leave if you're done with your purchases,” you said, you had a long day, and the thought of entertaining him was not something you want to add on your plate.

Yukhei looked around the store once more, grabbing a bowl of instant noodles from the shelf before making his way once more to the cashier.

“I’d like to have this here,” Yukhei said before pulling out some spare change from just now.

“Yukhei, what are you trying to do?” you asked in an exasperated tone, there's no point making small talk when there's no way the two of you would ever cross in each other’s lives ever again.

“I'm hungry, I want to eat noodles,” which wasn’t really a lie, all the alcohol he drank before gave him an appetite.

You sighed, turning your back to him, soundlessly waited for the water to boil before pouring it into the cup, sealing the top for it to cook. As you worked, Yukhei was having déjà vu, this was an all too familiar sight, nights at the convenience store studying till late at night in groups, you'd always share noodles with him as you taught him some dumb math formula that no one uses in their life after school.

He takes his bowl of noodles, opting to sit at the place closest to the counter, just looking at you, eating as slow as humanly possible.

When it was around three, you received a call.

“Hello?”

“...”

“You think you have a stomach ache? Celine jia is asleep? Okay, mama’s coming home okay?” you said frantically before shutting off the stove of the food at the counter, running to the back for a pack of meds, depositing some money into the register. You looked at Yukhei, frozen at his seat, cursing at yourself for not going into the back room before picking up the call.

“You need to go, I have something to deal with,” you said as you grabbed your bag, turning off all the switches in one go, making the place pitch black other than the lights from the lamp posts outside.

“Is that my child?” Yukhei asked, he can't allow himself to act like it never happened before, he ran away once, it's time to man up and shoulder on his responsibilities.

“No I fucked another guy before you and it's his child,” you deadpanned.

You walked down the street to flag for a taxi that is always parked there to get their club goer customers, Yukhei hot on your heels, you turned back to look at him questioningly.

“This is none of your concern, don’t follow me,” you said in a rather seething tone, you didn't mean to sound like that, but if he's going to be in the way of your child, then he’s not a friend.

“That's my child too, I want to know how they are, I have a right to do so, you studied law, you should know,” Yukhei retorted in the most friendly way possible, he knows he's in the wrong, but he wants to ensure his child’s safety.

“For fuck’s sake,” you cursed aloud before stepping into the taxi, leaving the door open for him.

You told the driver your address, sitting back to think of what's the problem, the kindergarten shouldn't be the culprit, it's a school with a good reputation, which also burns a hole in your wallet, but you don't mind, and it's not like you have much of a choice, education is deadly expensive here.

About 20 minutes later, you've reached home.

“That'll be 150, miss,” the driver said.

“What?!”

“Fares are different after midnight, miss,” the driver reminded you.

Before you could check if you had enough money on you, Yukhei paid for it wordlessly.

You got out of the car, rushing into the building and running up the stairs as quick as you can, unlocking the door, jabbing the keys into the rusty lock.

Taking off your shoes before you made your way to your room, spotting your son crouched in the corner of your bed, hands around his stomach.

“Hey, mama's home, I'll get you a glass of water to take your medicine okay?” you said before hurrying out, Yukhei passing you a glass of water at the kitchen.

“Thanks,” you mumbled before making your way back inside.

You open the package and passed you son a tablet, but looking at the size, you knew he’d panic to swallow something this big, so you broke it in half, telling him to drink a big gulp of water to wash it down and it'll be fine.

All the while, Yukhei was watching with wonder leaning by the door frame, even in the dim lights and the fact that he's still quite young, he could still identify his eyes on his son, the strong genes in his family, his father and brother all had those eyes, this boy is most definitely his.

The boy diligently does as you told him, taking a big gulp of water, so obedient, and from the way the two of you communicate, very mature for his age, nothing like the usual three year old.

When he was done, he noticed Yukhei’s presence, tugging your sleeve to whisper into your ear, eyes trained on him.

“That's a friend of mine, love, be polite, say hi to Yukhei gogo,” you urged.

Yukhei took this as a sign to get closer to his son, squatting down to meet his eye.

“You’re a handsome boy, what's your name? I’m Yukhei and I’m 22 this year, how about you?” Yukhei asked as he reached out his hand for the little boy to shake.

“I’m Wenghei, 3 years old. Why have I never seen you before gogo?” the child asks, looking at him with curious eyes, he's met some of your friends, but he's definitely haven't met him before, most people aren't as tall here, or not in his mother's circle anyways.

“Get some rest, love,” you said, tucking him into bed.

“Okay,” he said, a yawn coming out from his mouth.

You closed the door behind you, directing Yukhei to the small living room area, serving him a glass of water.

You walked to the trash bin, opening the lid to check its contents, a scowl on your face when you saw the root of your son’s stomach ache when you spot the plastic container that contained the two day old pizza from the freezer. Your roommate, Celine, must’ve gave him some as dinner, usually you'd leave some money for Celine to buy him dinner, but she must've been tight on money again, trying to find ways to squeeze in some spare change, you've warned her of her spending habits, always splurging on albums of her favourite stars, which reminds you.

“You have to go, I’m living with a roommate and I'm sure she's going to recognise you,” you said, a hand gesturing at the door.

“Wait, did you find out why he had a stomach ache?” Yukhei asked.

“Yeah, he ate something he shouldn't have for dinner, you have to go, I need some rest for tomorrow,” you said, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Do you have anything on tomorrow? Can I see you, perhaps?” Yukhei asked, he didn't know what he wanted to talk about, but he just had to see you again.

“I’m tutoring a student at a coffee shop tomorrow, you can come right after,” you said, thinking that he just wants to know more about his son.

“Okay, goodnight then,” Yukhei said awkwardly as he walks towards the door.

“Goodnight,” you said, feeling a weight on your chest, dreading tomorrow’s meeting.

When Yukhei arrived at the café, he could see you sitting at the way back, a teenage girl sitting in front of you, back facing him, he sipped on his latte, observing you silently.

Your hair is much longer than it had been in high school, the bag hung by your chair very much worn out, and your eye bags were heavier than on days where Yukhei would stay up to prepare for promotions.

Soon, the student was packing up, leaving the table, Yukhei took this as a sign to move to your table. You had stood up to greet him, and that's when he saw, you had lost lots of weight, and he's not meaning it in a fitness way, he recognised the jeans you are wearing, you had these even back then, they used to be a perfect fit for you, that's why they were your favourite, but now, you were wearing a belt to hold it together, and still he could see how loose it was.

“Hey, you didn't order anything?” Yukhei asked, noting that the cup of coffee he saw just now belonged to your student.

“I got a coffee in my flask, cheaper that way,” you said as you packed up your stationaries.

“What did you have for breakfast? How about I order you a piece of cake?” Yukhei suggested, looking back to see what they have today.

“It's alright, I'm not hungry, why don't we get straight to the point? What is it you want to ask about Wenghei?” you asked, noting the time on your watch, you have to leave around noon to fetch your son from pre school.

“I, how about you? Why did you leave the firm? And how’s your parents?” Yukhei started off.

“Well, they said I would’ve been an embarrassment to the firm, you know, pregnant and unmarried, so they told me to leave, it's not like filing could be done with a big weight in my stomach, so I did as they said. Now I tutor kids English and work the night shift at the convenience store, and as for my parents, they kicked me out,” you said, laying down the cards, no point avoiding his questions, especially not when you're in a hurry.

Yukhei nodded at your words, registering the fact that he had a fault in ruining your hot shot lawyer dreams and completely destroyed your sensitive relationship with your parents, how is he ever going to forgive himself?

“I’m sorry,” Yukhei said, he didn't know what else to say, how could he make it up to you and your son? Will you let him even if he could?

“Don't be, this is on the both of us, are you going to ask about the share custody stuff? If so, I don't think we should continue this conversation, Wenghei doesn’t know who you are, and maybe that's the best case scenario, what point would be made if he knew you were his father but you're not in our lives? It'll break his heart. You've seen him now, maybe you can reconnect with him when he's older, I think you should just say goodbye before you go, if you want,” you said, saying these harsh words aloud wasn’t easy, you’re not entirely a cold hearted bitch, but it's for the best that your son didn’t know about his father, no one wants to know the fact that their father abandoned them twice, some truths are better to be untold.

“Can I see him one last time, maybe tonight? For dinner? I'm leaving in two days,” Yukhei said in a defeated tone.

“Yeah, sure, I'll take the shift off tonight,” you said, eyes avoiding his, you could just tell he’d have those sad puppy eyes on his face right now, you don't need anymore guilt in your heart.

“Hey man, where were you?” Jackson asked Yukhei, who was waiting for him at the harbour, they were going to Macau for a day trip today, his friend isn't late for the boat, but they did schedule to meet 15 minutes earlier.

“Something came up, and I need to head back around 7, there’s some people I need to see,” Yukhei said as they boarded the boat.

“So that leaves us 5 hours, should be enough,” Jackson said, checking his watch.

“I’m sorry about this, man, it just came up suddenly,” Yukhei said as they took their seats, apologetic because they have been talking about this trip for a long time now.

“It's okay, dude, but what's up? You look really stressed,” Jackson asked, taking in Yukhei's clenched jaw and furrowed brows, a stark contrast from his usually carefree expression.

“It's a long story,” Yukhei said as he mindlessly watches the sea from the little window of his seat.

“Well, if you don't mind, this is a 45 minutes journey, maybe we'll be able to find a solution together, what are friends for am I right?” Jackson offered, he wouldn't press his friend if he didn't want to tell him about it, but the two of them have been close ever since going on knowing brothers, coming from the same home country and everything.

And so Yukhei, for the first time, told his friend his long love story.

“You know, I think I have a solution for you, but let me ask you one thing first, do you still love her?” Jackson asked as he ate his pork chop bun, Macau’s famous local snack.

Yukhei pondered over his friend’s question, yes the two of you agreed to break up, but all the girls he dated after you, all had similar features or personality traits to you, he had dismissed it as just a type, but now that he had seen you again, he realised that the hole in his heart was always emptied for you, you were the missing puzzle piece all along.

“You don't even have to answer me, your face tells all man,” Jackson said, an oily finger wagging at the direction of his face.

“Yeah, I think I do,” Yukhei said with a sigh, “but even if I still love her, that doesn’t mean she loves me back, and what if we do love each other? We're living oceans apart,” Yukhei said in a defeated tone.

“Now here comes my solution, so you said she got fired from her law firm and is now tutoring kids and doing the night shift at 7 E, and got kicked out by her shitty parents, so she really doesn't have anything else here for her other than her son, why don't you suggest get to move with you? To Korea? It'll be way easier for the two of you to raise your son, even if the two of you don't get back together, I mean, at least you'll be able to financially support them, that is what you're willing to do right?” Jackson asked, hoping that his friend would uptake his part of the child support.

“Yeah, of course I want that, I just don't know what she'll say, or if she'd be willing, she doesn't speak the language and it's an entirely different environment,” Yukhei said, thinking back the days where he had a tough time adjusting.

“From what you told me, she sounds like a tough nut, but of course, this is all up to you, but just so you know, I would really like to be his godfather, and as for your doubts of her love towards you, she did name him after you, isn't it the same Hei?” Jackson said with a hearty chuckle, he could just imagine the fun they'll have together, he was always fond of children.

“Yeah, I’ll persuade her on this,” Yukhei said, he could already feel himself getting nervous for tonight’s dinner, it can’t be that much of a coincidence that his son’s last name resembled his right? Or is he and Jackson just being delusional?

“Now that's my buddy, now come on, finish your food so that we’ll make it in time for the next batch of Portuguese egg tarts, I remember they have a fresh batch around 4,” Jackson said, mouth salivating at the thought of more food.

When you arrived at the restaurant, it was fancier than what you had expected, feeling underdressed among the rich elite of Hong Kong in your old dress that you wear for every special occasion.

You asked if there was a reservation under your name, since Yukhei said he had it booked under you, and almost immediately, since not that many people can afford places like these, the waiter led you in.

“Mama, what is this place? We've never ate here before,” your son asked you.

“It's a French cuisine restaurant, we’re meeting gogo here, remember him? Or were you too sick that day?” you said as you placed him on the baby chair you had requested for.

“Yeah, I remember,” your son said as he looks around in awe, registering the pretty chandeliers that look so sparkly.

When the waiter handed you a menu, someone had joined your table, his hoodie pulled up so no one would recognise him, pulling it down when he saw that there wasn't any other customers around.

“Sorry, am I late?” Yukhei asked with a sheepish smile, a hand lifting up to check the time.

“No, we’re just early, say hi to Yukhei gogo, love,” you directed the last part to your son, patting his little hand to get his attention, smiling immediately when he lands on the tall figure.

“Gogo, you're here,” your son said excitedly, making grabby hands at him, letting his father carry him with a large smile on his face.

“Hey, buddy, don't you look excited to see me?” Yukhei said before blowing raspberry at his neck, making the young boy giggle.

What you didn't expect was to see someone coming up behind Yukhei, a little bit shorter and smaller in built, but when he pulled his hoodie down, you instantly recognised who it was.

“Jackson Wang?” you asked, blinking your eyes a few times to see if you were hallucinating.

“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you, you look lovely tonight, and you must be little Wenghei, aren't you adorable, how about Jackson gogo take you out to buy toys, huh? I saw a big toy store just across the street, but only if your ma says yes of course,” Jackson said, giving you a side eye to Yukhei.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, it's not like the Jackson Wang is going to kidnap your son right?

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch him with my life,” Jackson said as Yukhei passes his son over to him, leaving the restaurant with his hood up once more.

“Is there something you'd like to say?” you asked Yukhei after he had taken the seat across you his hands were shaking slightly as he holds up the menu.

“I... I still love you. And I know I must sound like a jerk to you, hell I’d go back in time just to hit myself for running away, I'm really sorry for that. What I did was inexcusable, my career just stabilised at that time, and I was under immense stress from SM, you have every right to be mad at me, but I want to be apart of your life again, apart of Wenghei’s life as well, if you could let me have this second chance, I'll do anything to make the both of you happy,” Yukhei said in one breath, reciting what he had practised over and over again with Jackson in the car.

“Yukhei, I,” you were lost for words, you thought you were saying goodbye once more, that Yukhei and you would always end up in goodbyes, but now here he is, saying he loves you.

“Yukhei, you can't just say you love me for the sake of our son, and neither would you need to take responsibility for him, I chose to have him, and as for love, we can never be together, you’re an international super star now, and you're living in Korea, I don't think I have the energy to be in a long distance relationship with you, that would take a toll on Wenghei too, how am I going to explain to him that his father is in another country? He’ll always question your love for him and I don't want that,” you said, trying to hold in the tears that had built up in your eyes, your throat closing up, the cold facade you built for yourself crumbling down before his eyes.

“You can move to Korea, both of you, we can be a family,” Yukhei pleaded, his hands reaching forward to hold yours, his eyes searching yours.

“We can’t, what if we break up? What if your so called love for me, is just something you feel as a result of our child? You can't uproot the two of us when there's so many uncertainties, especially our emotions,” you said, you don't want either of you to be stuck in a relationship for the sake of raising a child, no one would be happy in the end.

“Love, you don't understand, I've never had a serious relationship after you, I tried, I really did, but I’d always think of you instead, how badly I wanted you instead of someone who reminds me of you, the thing is, I’ve always loved you, and I think you still love me too, or you wouldn't have named our son after me, am I right?” Yukhei hoped, why else would you come up with that name right?

Damn it, you thought to yourself, he saw right through you, maybe you shouldn't have named your son after him.

You looked at him and looked away, darn those puppy eyes, you’re sure you’re crying now, and Yukhei reaching over to wipe away your tears just confirmed it.

“I love you, it's always been you, only you,” Yukhei confessed.

“I, I love you too, Yukhei, and I was never mad at you for running away from us, I know how tough that industry is, but what if your fans find out about us?” you asked, slightly worried that he might lose it like last time.

“Then so be it, true fans would stay,” he said in an affirmative tone, reassuring you.

“You promise?” you asked, holding out your pinky, it would’ve been a funny sight to see if anyone saw the two of you now, crying and smiling at the same time.

“I promise,” Yukhei said before hooking his own pinky to connect with yours.

“If you leave us, Wong Yukhei, I’ll murder you in your sleep,” you said as threatening as you could sound.

“I plan to see our son grow up, so I'll value my life,” Yukhei said in utmost sincerity before grabbing a napkin to wipe away all your tears, you’re glad that you didn't wear any mascara today.

Just when Yukhei wiped away the tears in his eyes, Jackson was back with your bubbly child, his arm had bags digging into his flesh.

“Oh my god, that's too much, Wenghei why did you get so many, this is Jackson gogo’s hard earned money,” you said, lecturing your son.

“It's okay, he's an angel, this was all on me, and I guess things went well?” Jackson asked, eyes darting to your connected hands.

“Yeah,” you said, the biggest smile you had on your face.

“That's great to hear, I always wanted to be an uncle, now if you’ll excuse me, I don't think I should crash this family reunion any longer,” Jackson said giving his best friend a hug before leaving.

“So... What do you like to eat Wenghei? How about we get crème brulé,” Yukhei asked, pointing at the menu with childlike eyes, reminding you of the days where he’d get ice cream with you, splitting it on half for you to share.

“Sounds delicious.”

You let Yukhei order everything, sharing between the three of you while the three of you talked, Yukhei mostly directed the questions at his child, asking about his interests, his favourites of everything, ranging from colour to ice cream, eager to make up for loss time.

“How about we talk about where you'll be staying?” Yukhei asked after ordering dessert.

“Oh, I don't know what I'll be able to afford, I'll probably get another convenience store job again, so the rent can't be too high,” you said, dreading the thought of needing to learn a new language quickly for a job.

“Hey, you don't need to work anymore, nor pay rent, I already looked it up, there's an empty unit in our condo, the soundproofing might be a bit lacking, but that wouldn't be a problem if you don't sing in the shower like Dejun, we had a few noise complaints because of him,” Yukhei said, laughing at the fond times he had at the dorms.

“Yukhei, I know housing is really expensive there, are you sure you want to do this?” you asked once more, you don't want him to resent the financial burden the two of you would add onto him.

“What did I say to you just now? I said what I meant, I want the two of you to be in my life, forever. And don't worry about money, I saved up plenty and there’s many more jobs coming up for me, and moving out of the dorms would be the next step of adulthood to me, and we’ll get to spend so much more time together, right Wenghei?” Yukhei asked, pinching your son’s chubby cheeks teasingly.

“We’ll be living together, Yukhei gogo?” your son asked, a confused expression on his face, he had his attention trained on some pink fong video, something about dinosaurs.

“Yeah, Wenghei, we’ll be moving out of our little room, are you excited? We're going to a new country. Remember the dramas I watched with you? Korea has that big outdoor theme park you said you always wanted to go, and snow, you'll get to make snowmen during the winter,” you persuaded, hoping he won’t fuss too much about the move.

“Really? There’s snow in Korea?” your son asked, excited about the winter scene he’ll get finally see in real life.

“Yeah, real snow, not the bubbles in Disney land, are you excited?”

“Yeah, is Jackson gogo going to stay with us too?” your son asked, eyes darting to his new goodies before looking at you expectantly.

“Well, Jackson gogo has his own house and we have ours, but we can always visit him,” Yukhei explained.

“Hehe, okay,” your son said before getting distracted by the crème brulé set in front of him, digging in immediately.

“When do you want us to make the move?” you asked, thinking of all the things you have to pack, which isn't a lot, but you might have to courier some of your clothes over first.

“Whenever you want, I'll get our home ready as soon as possible, is there anything you need in the house? Other than the basics of course,” Yukhei asked, uncertain of any needs you have as a woman or maybe for your son.

“Can we have a study room for Wenghei? With a desk and shelves? We love to read, and he'll need a proper desk when he's older,” you asked, hoping it wasn't too much.

“Yeah, sure, I'll be sure to get it done,” Yukhei said, noting it down into his phone.

“But it's no rush on the study room part, he's just three after all, before I go, I have to apply visas for both of us,” you said, dreading the thought of filling up paperwork, you haven't done much of that ever since you left the law firm.

“Call me if you need any help on that, I'm sure my manager knows how to,” Yukhei said.

“You’re going to tell your company about us?” you asked, knowing how strict Korean entertainment companies are.

“They can't let me go just because of having my own family, they didn't let Jongdae, my senior, go, so we’ll be fine, I promise,” Yukhei said, reaching a hand over to hold yours reassuringly, his eyes looking into yours, filled with love and adoration.

“Okay, now how about we walk around the complex until 10? Wenghei doesn't have school tomorrow,” you suggested.

“Yeah, sure, we could even stay out later if you want,” Yukhei said enthusiastically, getting up slightly to call for the bill.

“You have a flight to catch tomorrow,” you reminded him in your motherly voice, which you regretted almost instantly, cursing yourself, reminding yourself to act more like an actual 22 year old, but Yukhei didn't say anything about it, hiding his smile by nodding deeply, almost like a bow.

“Okay, I just wanted to spend more time with the two of you,” Yukhei said, stopping when he saw the waiter coming back with the credit card machine, paying with just a glance at the bill.

The three of you spent your remaining time shopping and at the arcade, playing games with your son, Yukhei had insisted on getting you a new pair of sneakers, but you shot him down when he wanted to buy more stuff, especially toys for Wenghei.

“You can buy him toys when we’re there, it'll cost even more to ship more stuff over, and there's a risk of damaging the toys as well,” you said.

But of course your son threw a fit at the shop, all for some legos.

“Hey, buddy, I'll buy you lots the next time I see you, okay? I'll buy you one that's even bigger than this,” Yukhei said, squatting down next to his son, and even then he wasn't eye level with him, sometimes you forget how tall Yukhei actually is until you see a scene like this, or when you stand really close to him.

When it was 10pm, painful goodbyes were exchanged with a promise of face timing everyday, your son cried, and held onto his father dearly, and you haven't even told him Yukhei was his dad, but their bond is evident.

Yukhei held onto you and your son until his taxi came, and you waved until you couldn't see the taillights.

It's been a month since that fateful reunion, and Yukhei has squeezed in face times, calls, and texts in between schedules, giving you and your son time despite his busy career.

His company wasn’t too happy about it of course, but was somewhat glad that you weren't one to babble your business to gossip outlets.

You're now packing your things, one last time, you've been to the post office multiple times before to courier out your stuff to Korea, and every time a box reached his address, Yukhei would take a photo of it, telling you the stuff arrived safely.

Progress on your new home was quick, since it was already a fully furnished unit, Yukhei only needed to buy some furniture and things that cater to your son’s needs, he even picked out a pre school that teaches mandarin, perfect for your son’s adjustment in such a foreign country.

Tomorrow you'd be flying to Korea, a new country, a new start, but there was something clouding your mind, something you've been dreading, but today is the day you’ll tell him.

“Wenghei, can you come to mama for a second?” you asked, soon hearing your son’s tiny footsteps nearing you.

“Yes, mama?” your son asked, a hand around his precious teddy.

“There's something I need to tell you,” you said holding him close to you, letting him sit onto your lap.

“Remember how you asked me why you didn't have a baba while all your other classmates did?” you asked, trying to word it as nicely as possible.

“You said my baba had a really big responsibility, that he couldn't see us because of it, that he'll come back when he's free,” your son answered you, struggling to remember more details.

“Yes, good job, Wenghei, your memorising skills are getting better. Well, your baba is actually Yukhei gogo, he’s back now, and we can finally be a family again,” you said before holding in a breath, not knowing how he’ll react.

“Baba is Yukhei gogo? That's why we’re going to Korea?” your son asked, confusion written on his face.

“Yeah, do you like that he's your baba?” you asked, this could be the most important question ever.

“Yeah, mama, do you love baba? Does baba love you as much as I do?” your son asked, which very much surprised you, but expecting this sort of maturity from him.

“Yes, we love each other, and both of us love you as much too,” you said with a pinch of his chubby cheeks.

“Do we ever have to be separated from baba again?” your son asked, scared of losing his newfound father.

“No, never again, and can you do me one favour, Wenghei? I think the next time when you see your baba, you should run up to him and say hi baba, he’ll be very happy to hear you call him that,” you suggested, imagining the look on Yukhei’s face.

Your son giggled at the thought of making his father happy, agreeing immediately.

“Okay, now go to sleep, it's going to be your first time flying tomorrow,” you said, ushering him onto the bed.

“Okay, goodnight, mama,” your son said to you, just like he did every other night, he seemed to have accepted it very easily, maybe it was due to his age, but some day he might ask his father about his departure personally when he understands more, but that’s a hardship that’s reserved for another day.

The flight was relatively short, though it was rather hard for Wenghei at the start because of the pressure he had experienced in his ears, the crying and whining got you plenty of dirty looks from passengers around you, but you paid no mind to it, you’ve been through worst so this is nothing that can faze you.

When you got there, you saw a lady holding up a plaque with your name on it, her phone in her hand, checking all the moms who came out of the same lane as you.

She had a friendly smile on her face when she saw you, introducing herself in mandarin, being one of Wayv’s staff, a trusted one, according to Yukhei.

She talked to you about Yukhei in general, even giving your son a bar of mini KitKat, praising him for being brave on the flight after she had asked you how was your flight.

Around half an hour later, you've reached your new home, a nice looking condominium that looked about a few years old.

Unloading took quite some time, even with the help of the staff, but what surprised you was the person who was waiting for you inside the lobby.

“You're here!” you said surprised at the sight of the giant.

“Yeah, I am, wanted to give you a surprise, sorry I couldn't be outside, some crazy fans camp outside, can’t let them bring you and Wenghei any harm,” Yukhei said as he carried Wenghei, spinning in a small circle, looking at him with full of love.

“I understand, don't worry, I'm not a teenager girl anymore,” you said as you checked out the place, the sitting area had a couch set and free WiFi, this is a 180 from the living conditions in Hong Kong.

“Baba, did you miss me?” your son asked when he had stopped giggling from his father’s spins, which instantly ceased to a halt, eyes growing as wide as saucers.

“What did you call me? Say it again,” Yukhei said with the biggest smile on his face, all of his teeth were showing.

“Mama said you were my Baba,” Wenghei said like it was as simple as two plus two.

“Yeah... I am your baba, and you're my son,” Yukhei said before holding his son even closer, you could even see the tears at the corner of his eyes.

“Why don't we go see our new home Wenghei?” you suggested, seeing that some people have came out from the lifts, typical going to work hours.

You walked a feet away from Yukhei, not wanting to draw attention, holding onto the lift for Yukhei to bring all your luggage in.

Once you were at your level, you started loosening up, noticing that no one was around.

“This is my members’ unit,” Yukhei said pointing at a door, “And this is ours,” Yukhei said before opening the door for you, welcoming you into a warmly decorated home, every piece of furniture was placed and chose to accommodate your child, all the corners were covered with this e rubber safety stickers.

He showed you into Wenghei's room where the bed had all his favourite characters in the form of a plushie, his bed was soft when you sat down on it, and the blanket he had picked out was a soft fleece material, perfect for the cold weather.

Your son was going around every corner, awing at everything his father had gotten him, especially the Lego sets that were on his desk.

“Thank you, it's beautiful, his room,” you said when Yukhei wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him, god how much you've missed his warmth.

“Go take a look at your room,” Yukhei said before pulling your hand into the direction of the master bedroom, welcoming you into a room with a king size bed and silk linen sheets, an aesthetic looking vanity that you've always wanted as a teenager, now as well of course, and a little reading corner just for you by the window.

“It's all I've ever wanted,” you said in disbelief, not knowing how could Yukhei pull this off in such a short time.

“You like it? I got some help from my members, especially Kun for the kitchen, you should check it out afterwards, you always wanted a big kitchen area,” Yukhei said as you laid on the bed, giving your stiff body a rest from the journey.

“Lay down with me for a while, I’m a bit tired from the flight,” you said, making grabby hands at him.

“Nah, I shouldn’t, this is your bed,” Yukhei said, looking flustered.

“Wong Yukhei, I’ve had your child and now you're acting all innocent?” you asked in an accusing tone, playing with him, which made him lay down next to you immediately, he didn't like getting you angry, thinking back all those days when you had lectured him just like that when he forgot to do his homework.

“You want me to sleep here?” Yukhei asked carefully, observing your expressions.

“This is our bedroom, where else do you want to sleep?” you asked, but was promptly cut off by Yukhei's lips on yours, smiling as he kissed you, gentle but expressing all his love for you, a hand lingering on your back, guiding you closer than him.

Many mistakes that had to be made had guided you here, but you've never regretted, for if it wasn't for the hardships and the crossroads, you wouldn't have found a home with the man you'll cross oceans for.

The end.

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onlyfreds · 3 years

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Closer | F.W.

Title: Closer (High School!Au)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred Weasley is one of Hogwarts High’s most popular students. On the other hand, Y/N L/N is the school’s smartest. After the latter starts tutoring Fred, he starts to wonder why he had never noticed her before.

“I love you! No time to explain!”

Those were the words that started my relationship with Fred Weasley.

Nobody really expected that school’s smartest student would end up dating the most popular one.

But let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

It was started on a Monday morning at the Cafeteria.

“I thought you were supposed to call me?” My best friend, Jennie, said as she sat in front of me.

Unfortunately, I was too busy staring at the most popular (and most handsome) student in school, Fred Weasley.

I was pulled out of my trance by Jennie snapping her fingers in front of my face, “Hello? Are you even listening?”

I gave her a blank look, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I thought you were supposed to call me?” She repeated.

I smiled sheepishly at her, “Sorry, I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot.”

“Now that’s resolved.” She said with a small smile, “Who were you busy staring at?”

My eyes widened at her words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jennie playfully rolled her eyes, “You fully know what I’m talking about.”

She then turned to look behind her, exactly in the direction I was looking at earlier.

“Ooh.” She mused as I felt my cheeks heat up, “You were staring at Fred.”

I looked down at my hands, “I wasn’t.”

“Come on.” She said, slightly leaning forward “It’s not like I’m a stranger. You know that you can tell me.”

I looked up at her, “You promise you’ll keep it a secret?”

Jennie laughed, “When did I ever share your secrets to anyone else? I didn’t even tell anyone about the party you threw while your parents were away.”

“Fine.” I said, “I have a thing for Fred.”

She squealed, “Do you want me to put in a good word for you? He’s in my friend group.”

“What? No.” I said a little too quickly, “Besides, why would he be interested in me?”

“Why not?” Jennie said, giving me a look, “You’re practically the smartest girls in this school, not to mention the prettiest one too!”

I scoffed, “The prettiest? You flatter me, Jennie.”

“What?” She said, “It’s true.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

“Fine. Fine.” She tutted, “But I can always- “

“Jennie!”

“Okay! I get it, you think that you’re not good enough for him.”

I sighed, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, “It’s not that I think that I’m not good enough for him. It’s just that there are so many other better options that someone like him can choose from, and I’m not one of them.”

“Fine. Whatever you say.” She said as we entered the classroom.

Our Biology class was already dismissed for the day; I was packing up my stuff to leave when our professor called for Fred.

I already slung my bag over my shoulder, and I was about to head out of the door when our professor called me, “Miss L/N, can you stay back for a minute?”

I stopped in my tracks, turning around and slowly walking towards the desk where Professor Lupin and Fred were standing.

“Yes Professor?” I asked, slightly aware of Fred’s gaze on me.

“Mr. Weasley here may be having a bit trouble with the subject. Since you’re the best student in my class. I was hoping that you could tutor him?” He explained.

I swear that my heart started beating faster the moment he said that. He and Fred were looking at me in anticipation.

“S-sure.” I managed to stutter out, “T-that’ll be great.”

Professor Lupin smiled, “Brilliant. Just coordinate with each other what times would be convenient for the both of you. Now, you’re both dismissed.”

Fred and I headed out of the classroom together, walking in comfortable silence.

“Thanks.” He suddenly said, “For willingly spending some extra time so you could tutor me.”

I looked up at him for the first time since leaving the classroom, “Of course. Anything to help.”

He smiled, handing me a piece of paper, “My number’s written there. Maybe we could start this Friday, after class?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

“I’ll see you then.” He said before leaving me to go over to his friends.

I suddenly felt an elbow rest on my left shoulder as I gazed at the direction where Fred had gone.

“So,” A voice spoke, “Spill the tea.”

I turned and saw Jennie, sporting a grin.

“What tea am I going to spill? Chamomile? Mint?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes, gently pushing me as I laughed, “No silly, I’m talking about the tea on you and Fred. Though mint doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well, Professor Lupin asked if I could tutor Fred and of course I agreed.” When I looked at her, she was gaping at me with anticipation.

“Go on.” She urged, “Continue.”

I shrugged, “That’s it, the end.”

“No way!” She said, “Come on, I know there’s so much more to that story. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“That’s really it.” I said.

She huffed, “There’s no fun in that.”

Friday came faster than I expected.

I walked into the cafeteria, where I was supposed to meet up with Jennie after I spent free period in the library.

I saw Jennie, talking to Fred, twirling her hair around her finger while she laughed.

On the other hand, Fred smiled at something Jennie had said.

The exchange went on for a while, Fred tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, to which she giggled.

I turned my back at the sight, shoving the hair out of my face as I started to make my way out of the canteen.

I just couldn’t believe it, after everything Jennie said, she was the one who had a thing for Fred all along.

I rushed to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, gathering up my composure and making myself look as presentable as possible before heading back to the canteen.

I saw Jennie sitting by our spot, once she spotted me, I gave her a small smile and sat right across her.

“Hey.” She said, “Where did you go? I saw you already arrived then the next minute you were gone.”

“Oh, I just went to the bathroom for a sec.” I said.

She studied me for a minute, “Have you been crying?”

You really can’t hide anything from your best friend, Jennie knew me too well.

“Yeah.” I admitted quietly.

She reached forward and squeezed my hand gently, “Why?”

“Because, um, remember the book that I read last week that made me cry?” I lied.

Jennie laughed, “Let me guess, you read it again?”

I chuckled, avoiding her gaze, “Yeah. I did.”

“Why did you reread it? I told you not to read it again.” She asked through fits of laughter.

“I’m sorry.” I said giving a chuckle, “I couldn’t help it.”

Jennie shook her head teasingly, “What am I going to do with you?”

I sat down at the far end corner of the library, tapping my fingers against the desk while I quietly hummed along to the song I was listening to.

To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call, and say, "Meet me behind the mall”.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder, I immediately pulled out one of the earphones and turned to see Fred standing behind me.

“Hey Fred.” I greeted as he sat down in the seat next to me.

“Hey.” He said, “So, can we get started?”

I stowed away my earphones in my backpack, “Sure. So, what topics do you need help with?”

He shrugged, taking about his textbook, “Our most recent lesson, the one about reproduction.”

That’s when we started.

“Mitosis basically involves the division of body cells and it produces two diploid somatic cells that are genetically identical to each other. On the other hand, meiosis involves the division of sex cells and it produces four haploid gametes that are genetically unique to each other.” I explained.

The ginger nodded, “So, mitosis produces identical cells while meiosis produces different ones.”

I smiled, “Exactly.”

Three hours later, Fred was able to grasp the concept.

“Thank you so much Y/N.” Fred said as we walked out of the library.

“No problem.” I said, “If you have any more questions, you can ask me anytime.”

With that note, we went on our separate ways.

The following weeks happened on the same routine, every Friday Fred and I would be at the library after class, working on whatever concept Fred couldn’t understand.

Later that month, we had a surprise pop quiz in Biology.

I was standing by the courtyard, taking a photograph of the sun as part of my project for photography club when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and lift me up in the air, spinning me around.

“Woah.” I said with a small laugh as whoever it was had finally put me down. I turned and saw Fred behind me, a big grin gracing his features.

“Hey Fred.” I said, hopefully that he’ll mistake my red cheeks for the heat, “What’s up.”

He grinned even wider, before pulling a piece of paper out of his bag and handing it to me.

I looked down at it, realizing that it was the pop quiz we had in Biology. And next to his name was the letter A in red ink.

“I got an A on the test.” He said, “I have never gotten an A before!”

I smiled at him, “Congrats! After all the hard work you’ve been doing, you totally deserve it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have done it without you.” He said.

I chuckled, “I only helped you understand it, you were still the one who answered the test.”

“But I wouldn’t be able to answer it if you didn’t help me understand it.” He insisted, “And as a token of my appreciation, I got you this.” Fred then handed me a red box which contained chocolates inside.

“Thanks.” I said, looking up at him.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “No, thank you.”

(Fred’s POV)

It’s been a month since I started having tutor sessions with Y/N. I know that she’s one of the smartest people in school, but I don’t know why I didn’t notice her before.

My siblings and I were hanging out by the courtyard, talking about the Biology lesson that had been discussed an hour ago.

“That lesson had been the easiest one ever.” George said.

“Yeah.” Ron agreed, “I have no interest in biology whatsoever, but I have to say this is the concept that I was able to grasp in one lecture.”

“How about you Freddie?” Ginny asked, “What did you think of the lesson?”

I nodded, half of my mind in a daze, “Yeah, it was easy.”

Then I saw Y/N passing by, unaware that I was cutting off a conversation my siblings were trying to get me engaged in, I called out her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned her head towards me, “Yeah?”

“Can we meet up this Friday? I kinda got confused with the lesson today.” I requested.

She nodded, offering a small smile, “Sure. I’ll see you then.” She said before walking off to her best friend.

I couldn’t keep the smile of my face as I turned my attention back to my siblings, who were now gaping at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You just said no more than five minutes ago that you found the lesson easy and now you want to meet up with Y/N a.k.a. your tutor?!” He asked.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down at my hands, not answering the question.

My sister nudged Ron, “Honestly Ron, are you that blind? It’s obvious that Freddie’s in love with Y/N.”

“Aaw.” My twin cooed, reaching forward to ruffle my hair, “Freddie’s in love.”

I swatted his hand away, “I’m not in love.”

Ginny snorted, “As if we’d believe you Freddie. With all the gifts you’re giving her? The chocolates? The flowers? You almost decided at giving her a necklace at one point. Don’t tell me that it’s ‘just a token of your appreciation’.”

“And the way you would never shut up about her? Please Fred, you could do some much better than that.” George chimed in.

I sighed, feeling the blush on my cheeks transition to a darker shade, “Okay fine. She’s this wonderful angel that I’m pretty sure dropped straight down for heaven. I’m such an idiot for not noticing her sooner. And, with prom coming up next week, I’ve actually been meaning to ask her.” I confessed.

(Reader’s POV)

Fred and I were sitting in the library, chatting with each other and not really getting any work done.

“Okay. Okay.” I said after recovering from a laughing fit after Fred told me a story of him and George during their younger years, “But, we have to start on whatever you don’t understand because that’s what we’re here for.”

Fred smiled, “Actually. I understood it just fine.”

I gave him a confused look, “Then why did you asked to meet up?”

He smiled, taking out a bouquet of roses and handing it to me, “Well, since prom is happening in a week. I was wondering if you would be my date?”

I stared at him, awestruck. The Fred Weasley, the most popular guy in school, wanted me to be his date for prom?

“As a friend?” I asked.

He licked his lips, fiddling with the end of his shirt, “Well, I was wondering if you could actually be my date. But if you want to go as friends then it’s fine.”

I grinned, standing up and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I would absolutely love to.”

“Great.” He said, his cheeks being painted with a shade of crimson, “I’ll pick you up at eight?”

I giggled, “That sounds like a great idea.”

“My girl’s already grown up now.” My mum cooed, as my father put an arm around her while I walked down the stairs in my y/f/c prom gown.

“How do I look?” I asked nervously, biting my bottom lip.

“Sweetie, you look absolutely wonderful.” My father said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

We suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

“Oh, he’s here!” My mum said as she opened the door, my father following suit.

From my spot at the staircase, I caught a glimpse of him. I swear, I could’ve fainted from how handsome he was.

“Is Y/N ready?” He asked, the grin evident in his voice.

My mum nodded, “Y/N, honey! Fred’s here!”

I came into view, Fred’s jaw visibly dropping as he saw me.

“Hey there beautiful.” He said, his eye dropping into a wink.

I smiled, looking down at my feet, “Thanks.”

He then offered his arm, and I took it as my mum said, “Have fun you two!”

Fred grinned, “We will!”

We both arrived at the venue an hour later.

We had a great time dancing the night away with no one else but each other.

Then came the moment wherein they would announce the prom king and queen.

“Now, I don’t want to keep you waiting anymore.” Professor Lupin said as one of the members of the student council handed him an envelope, “And the tonight’s prom king is none other than: Fred Weasley!”

A roar of applause echoed through the hall as I gently nudged Fred towards the stage as he was awarded with the sash and the crown.

From the rumors that I heard, Jennie was in the leading position for prom queen. So, I would exactly be surprised if she won.

“And now.” Professor Lupin continued as the roars and cheering died down, “For this year’s prom queen, it is none other than: Y/N L/N!”

What? I was prom queen? How did that happen?

Ginny nudged me gently, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Go on.” She urged, “They’re waiting for you.”

Fred was looking at me with a huge grin as I made my way to the stage, last year’s prom queen giving me the sash and the crown.

After the pictures has been taking, it was time for Fred and I to lead the first dance.

He lifted my hand and grazed his lips along the knuckles, “May I have this dance, my queen?”

I giggled, “Yes you may.”

As it grew deeper into the night, Fred and I were walking through the gardens under the starry sky.

“Thanks for being my date.” He said with a small smile.

“Of course, thank you for asking me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Well, can I confess something to you?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

Fred turned to face me and suddenly said, “I love you! No time to explain.”

Before I could even open my mouth to say ask what he meant, he suddenly crashed our lips together, my waist fitting perfectly into his hands as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked as we pulled apart.

I smiled, “I would want nothing more.”

Fred grinned as he started to attack my neck with open-mouthed kisses, “Think we should go somewhere private?”

“Absolutely.”

It was a week since prom, and it just proves that news and rumors travels fast around school.

“So Fred,” Jennie asked, twirling her hair around her finger, “I heard you have a girlfriend, who is the lucky girl?”

Fred caught my eye from across the way, beckoning me towards him.

“C’mere baby girl, don’t be shy.”

I smiled, walking towards him as he placed an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss on my cheek, causing my best friend’s jaw to drop.

Fred grinned, “I actually like to think that I am the lucky guy to be dating not only the smartest, but also, the prettiest girl in the school.”

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 4 years

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Astronomy Project

A/n: Set during 3rd year, PoA, during the middle/beginning of the year when there isn’t anything to disrupting happening.

Astronomy was usually a pretty good class. There was always excitement when you got to go out after dark on a Wednesday.

Today it was more information about star movements that Professor Sinistra was teaching but a lot of your time was spent staring off into the glow of the night sky.

“And lastly, we’re going to be doing group projects. There will be four people in a group and you are going to have to research, almost like an experiment where you observe the stars every week for 2 months.” The professor said and you look to your best friends, who you were sat near, quickly. This was an opportunity you’d not yet been given in Astronomy and one you hoped you could make the most of by picking your own group.

There was a flicker of hope in their eyes as they looked at each other. “I’ll be picking the groups.” A sigh of disappointment was heard across the room and your shoulders slumped. “Hush, hush. The first group who will be taking the movement of Jupiter, Y/l/n, Malfoy, Thomas and Brown.” You couldn’t keep the disappointment off your face, the one chance you had to work on a project for Astronomy and you couldn’t do it with your friends. On top of that, you had to work with Draco.

There wasn’t a history between the two of you, you just didn’t like him much from all the rumours you’d heard throughout the three years you’d been at Hogwarts. As for Dean and Lavender, you were friendly enough with them.

While Professor Sinistra was telling the rest of the class their groups, you were preparing for the worst.

Five minutes was all the time it took for you to be sat next to your group, hoping for some miracle that could put you in a different space-time continuum where you got to pick your group.

“Maybe we should meet tomorrow at the library to discuss how we’re going to do this?” You suggest to the group. Everyone else looked just as bored as you felt.

Dean and Lavender nodded at the idea and Draco huffed.

You look over to your best friend, sitting with another group, with an ‘Avada-Kedavra-me-now’ look and she returned it. This was not going to be a fun week.

“Alright, I hope you’ve made some plans. Class dismissed.” Professor Sinistra said and you almost jump up from your seat to leave.

“So we’ll all meet at the library tomorrow before classes? We’ve got a study block.” Lavender asked, noticing Draco’s obvious distaste to the rest of the group, hoping he’d agree to participate and not be a dick about it.

You and Dean both nodded, looking over to Draco. “Yeah, fine.” He finally agreed and the group went their separate ways.

Seeing as it was late in the evening you left to your common room, chatted with your friends for a while before going off to bed in dread of the next day.

The next morning you skipped breakfast, opting to do a little bit of research in the library instead before everyone else turned up. You flicked through a few books about Jupiter and it’s movements.

Suddenly there were books slammed down on the table in front of you, making you jump in fear before looking up at... Draco.

He looked down at you with his eyebrows raised and his lips drawn into a line. His hair looked as it did last night, maybe a little tidier but his face was still as pale.

“Hey.” You said not really know how to talk to him.

He looked somewhere in between bored and nervous. “You weren’t at breakfast.” He noticed making you furrow your eyebrows at the fact Draco Malfoy noticed you.

“I wanted to read up on what our project was about.” You explained, still not sure why he was asking and why you were telling him. But there was something about him that made you not want to ask why he asked.

Instead of standing, he sat down on the chair across from you and opened a book. You watched as he read through his notes.

A few minutes later Lavender turned up and then finally Dean. You spent the morning working on the plan for the project, a plan which included dividing up all the work. Lavender and you were tasked with going up to the astronomy tower that night to observe the sky.

“So, we have the rooster and we’ll just follow that for the rest of the time we have to do this.” You said, showing the rest of the group the schedule you’d jotted down.

There was a collective agreement before you all went to your separate classes.

It had been three weeks and once again you found yourself bored in class, thinking about going up to the astronomy town tonight with Dean.

Classes seemed to be taking a long time but you finally made it to lunch, taking a seat next to your friends.

“Y/n.” You turned your head at Lavender calling your name. “Dean’s not feeling great and I have to have to help decorate a banner for the quidditch game tomorrow.” You nod at what she’s saying before realising what it means. “So, you can go with Draco tonight?” Probably the last thing you wanted to hear, you weren’t meant to have to go with Draco until the 5th week.

“Yeah, of course.” I should get points for this team commitment You thought while you agreed.

Now the rest of your afternoon classes were filled with dreading this evening. It was going to have to happen but at least if everyone kept to the schedule you would have had another two weeks to prepare mentally.

Finally, around 9, you walked up the stairs of the astronomy tower with your parchment, quill and astronomy book in your hand. You found Draco already sitting there, looking up at the sky.

You hadn’t seen him since Charms class but as the moonlight danced across his face he looked peaceful.

“Hi.” You said, trying to give him your best smile but honestly, it had been a long day after you failed a quiz on undetectable poisons and Snape yelled at you.

There wasn’t a lot of work you needed to do, just look over the map of the sky you had started the first night and trace the new location of Saturn onto it.

“Are you alright?” Draco asked as he continued to stare at you.

His question confused you, the thought of Draco being able to read human emotion really sent your head spinning.

Silently, you nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.” In your head, you were debating asking why he asked, “Why’d you ask?” It finally came out.

“You just look...” He trailed off slightly, was it possible he didn’t want to offend you by using the wrong word. “Upset.”

The fact he could read how you were feeling was an even more concerning revelation. He stayed seated, watching you. Feeling awkward standing, you sat next to him.

Something about his now caring eyes made you want to tell him all your problems. “I just didn’t know 3rd year would be so difficult.” The perfect thing to say that didn’t disclose too much information.

“Potions?” Your eyes flicked to meet his quickly, concerned about how he knew. It wasn’t that people didn’t know, you just didn’t want Draco to laugh at you.

As you nodded at him, he smiled. Now that was something you didn’t see much. “I was waiting to talk to Snape, I didn’t mean to hear.” It almost sounded like an apology.

“It’s alright, just don’t tell anyone, please.” You rush out, a little concerned.

His face changed to looking worried. “I wouldn’t.” He seemed the type to. “You know, if you do need help, I can tutor you or something.” The generosity in his voice was out of character but charming.

“It’s alright.” Again you rushed out your reply. Maybe it was that you were nervous around him but maybe it was that you feared him a little.

He looked almost... sad. “Okay, should we get this done?” He asked, switching the conversation.

“Yeah.” You agreed, getting up and starting on the work you had to do. It only took about 5 minutes before you were walking down the stairs, splitting off from Draco with a ‘goodbye’

Another 2 weeks had passed before you went up to the astronomy tower for your project again. And you knew Draco would be there.

You left your common room a little bit earlier and made it to the astronomy tower before Draco was there so you sat on the ground with your feet dangling over the edge of the tower.

It was something that had always thrilled you, the fact that as amazing as magic is if you were to jump it probably couldn’t help you.

“What are you thinking about?” A voice you definitely recognised interrupted your concentration. Whipping your head around, you saw Draco standing there with the sky map and a quill in his hand.

His hair was slicked back in a middle part which is how he was wearing it there days. The way he looked at you with those sparkling blue eyes was such a difference from his usual personality.

“Not a lot.” You replied. “Just life.”

“Philosophical.” He quipped, making you smile.

“Not really, wanna get started?” You ask, getting ready to stand up.

Instead, Draco walked over and took a seat next to you. “Why don’t we just sit here and talk?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“What do we have to talk about?” You had to ask, even if it came off as a bit rude.

He shrugged. “Why you hate me.”

His statement caught you off guard, making you do a double-take to look at the upset look on his face. “I don’t hate you.” There was still a frown on his face. “I’ve just heard things about you and I’ve heard things you’ve said.” You mumbled out.

His face fell even more and you wanted to fix it but you didn’t know how. “I’m sorry.” You told him. “I don’t mean to judge you.”

“It’s okay.” Draco cut you off before you could continue. “Should we get this done?” He asked, standing up and offering you a hand.

As soon as you took his hand you noticed how cold it felt, and those silver rings were even colder.

Once he helped you up you got started on the project. It only took 5 minutes but being up in the astronomy tower with Draco was a nice feeling.

Somehow you had both ended up sitting in the astronomy tower and talking for another half hour.

“That first time in the library, you worried about not knowing enough, weren’t you?” Draco asked after a while, somehow he just knew everything.

Your eyes meet his again. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I’ve been in the same situation...” He mumbled, staring past you and into the sky.

“I just wish reading up on stuff could help me in potions.” You said with a sigh, over the past two weeks the class had only gotten worse and you really couldn’t keep up at this point.

“You know, I can help you out.” Draco offered again but now that you’d sat with him you didn’t feel so horrible about it.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He shook his head. “Okay then, tomorrow in the library?”

He nodded quickly. “I didn’t think you’d agree but yeah, I’ll see you after dinner.”

Sitting with Draco in a library was the last thing you expected to be doing on a Thursday night but here you were. It was quiet as usual and there were only a few other groups which you were thankful for, too much attention while you sat with Draco could only be bad, your friends had already had expressed their concerns about it.

You’d taken up a whole table with your books, parchment and quill and Draco was sitting next to you with his blonde hair looking as perfect as ever and those dreamy eyes.

“How do you get all of this?” You asked, feeling hopeless about an hour in.

Draco looked over with a smile, sliding a book in front of you. “Well, I am Snape’s favourite.” He joked, letting you laugh. “I guess I just understand it. Don’t beat yourself up about it, though. I’m sure there’s some class you’re really good at.”

You turned your head on the side, that probably wasn’t true. “I guess I like astronomy.”

He nodded. “So you were probably really disappointed with the groups in the project?”

“Yeah, but I think the whole class was.” You told him and he nodded in agreement.

Finally after about 3 hours of joking around and Draco helping you understand what Snape had been saying the whole time. You packed up your stuff quickly and walked with Draco out of the library.

There weren’t many people in the corridor so you walked together for a while before he asked, “Do you maybe want to hang out down at Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Is the Draco Malfoy asking me out?” You quipped back, smiling as you look up at him before he frowned and you realised you might have come off as joking too much.

He nodded. “Yes, and will you accept?” Maybe it was mock confidence but it showed you he wasn’t going to back down.

“Yes.” You smiled before walking off to your common room, more excited about Saturday than you ever have been.

“So where do you want to go? I was thinking Scrivenshaft's because I want one of those new quills and Honeydukes of course.” One of your best friends asked, rambling about the different places.

Awkwardly, you looked over to the blond Slytherin boy, standing with his own friends in casual clothes. “Actually, I was going to hang out with Draco, is that alright?” You squeeze out, feeling awkward.

“Okay, but we’ll talk about that later.” She said with stern eyes which made you laugh.

After they had let you go, you walked over to Draco and waited until his friends had left to tap him on the shoulder. “Hey, you.” You said with a smile that he returned.

“Hey, ready to go?” He asked, up close you could see the amount of work that he had put into his hair and it almost made you ask yourself if he was nervous. Not that it had been much different in your room this morning as you attempted to pick out an outfit.

“Sure.” You said, looking around to see just about everyone had left which made you feel less nervous about everyone watching you on what was basically your first date.

With the same, possible faux, confidence Draco took your hand in his and held it as you walked.

You’d done the walk to Hogsmeade a few times before but this time, with Draco every part of the walk seemed prettier and you chatted about classes and your friends. Much to your surprise, it didn’t even feel awkward.

“Let’s go to the three broomsticks?” He said, sort of as a question as he sought your approval.

“Yeah, of course.” You agreed, squeezing his hand to comfort him.

Two butterbeers, a table in the corner later and you were talking about how much better your grade in Potions had gotten. His supportive smile did make you smile back at him. And maybe it was the dimly lit room, Draco’s kind attitude or the nerve you had lost but suddenly your hand was on his across the table.

He was a bit taken back and his hand twitched a little but eventually settled, holding your hand in his like you’d seen people do in the movies.

For two hours you sat together, just holding hands and talking. It wasn’t what you usually spent time during Hogsmeade trips doing but it was nice. Being with Draco was nice and nothing like you expected it would be.

“Do you want to go past Honeydukes before we have to go back to school? I’ll get you whatever you want.” He offered, noticing the time on his watch.

You nodded while getting out of your seat. “Yeah, but you don’t have to buy me things.”

“Seriously, I want to.” He told you as he laced your hands together again and you walked past some other students and out of the Three Broomsticks.

You passed a few students from your year on the way to Honeydukes and they all looked at the pair of you with eyebrows raised.

Finally, you got to Honeydukes and, as usual, you had to spend a few seconds admiring the wonderful shop. From the light green shelves to the glass jars full of candy, you were never not amazed by the store. Even the vibe of excitement between students over picking what candy to get was enchanting.

Draco noticed you’d stopped and looked over at you. “What’s up?” He asked, a little concerned.

“Sorry.” You quickly apologised, snapping back into reality. “This shop just does something to me.” He chuckled a little at the look in your eye and let go of your hands, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. It felt good to be so close to him, close enough you could smell the cologne he usually wore buried in his clothes.

He didn’t comment on it, instead letting you look at the candy as he led you around.

“Okay, what’s your thing?” Draco asked a few moments later.

You didn’t even need to think about the answer. “Pink coconut ice, always.” There was so much confidence in your answer.

“Alright so pink coconut ice, exploding bonbons and tooth-splitting strong mints,” Draco told Mr Flume, the shopkeeper you had come to love.

Once you got your candy you took it outside to sit on a bench. “I can’t believe I’m on a date with someone who likes exploding bonbons.” You said, rolling your eyes at him as he put one into his mouth. They were seriously not something you enjoyed.

“What? They’re so good.” He exclaimed, looking concerned for you. “Here, try one.” He said, picking it up and putting it near your lips.

You shook your head but his constant smile made you part your lips and he put it into your mouth. Inside your mouth felt like it was on fire, with a weird mix of acidic flavour and slight pain.

The urge to throw up was strong but you resisted it, swallowing down the ‘sweet’ as to not make a mess. “That was so gross!” You exclaimed, hitting him on the chest.

He laughed at you and it made you smile after the distaste was obvious on your features.

“Now you owe me some of this,” Draco said as he put a hand into your bag of coconut ice to get a piece.

“What? I can’t feed it to you?” You quipped as he put it into his mouth, that remark made him smirk.

And he didn’t have a comment for that but let’s just say that the rest of the project was much more enjoyable

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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so like, nerdy strip poker

wordcount: 2k

warnings: it’s all straight smut. everyone say thank you @sunnypogue for begging for rafe x sophie smut. also the gif has nothing to do with this he’s just hot

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“This isn’t fun, why’d I have to date a nerd?” Rafe groaned as he finished scribbling out the last of fifty flashcards. He had been struggling in his economics class for the past few weeks and nothing was sticking, especially as he just kept staring at his typed up notes, so Sophie offered an alternative.

She rolled her eyes and reached her foot out toward him, kicking at his thigh. “Shut up and finish. You said you have to nail this test, don’t you?”

He caught her socked foot and wrapped his hand around her ankle possessively. “I know, I know. I’m done, here.” Rafe handed her the stack of cards and tried pulling her closer. “Are you gonna quiz me?”

“You’re too lazy to do it yourself?” She teased with a shiver, pulling away from him. She had on her winter coat, a knit hat, and a blanket wrapped around her - there was a giant snowstorm outside in the middle of February and the frat house wasn’t much warmer.

“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” He reached over again, only for her to tug away with a smirk. “No. You have to study. But I have an idea.”

He furrowed his brow, skeptical. “I don’t know if I like that look.”

“Every time you get a question right - wait, no, every three questions - I’ll take off a piece of my clothes.”

A slow grin spread across Rafe’s face and he sat back, lacing his hands behind his head. “So like, nerdy strip poker.”

“You keep calling me a nerd and I’ll put another blanket on instead.” She narrowed her eyes, pulling the blanket tighter and shoving her feet into her boots.

“Hey! Shoes are unfair!” He protested.

“Get your questions right and there won’t be a problem.” She stuck her tongue out at him and flipped through the cards, shuffling them first. “Alright. What is scarcity?”

“This is so not sexy.”

“Do you want to see me naked or not?”

He sighed dramatically, nodding, and answered the next few questions with ease. She toed off her shoes, the blanket and her winter coat, continuing to ask the questions.

“You know, this could be a lot more fun if we ditched the flash cards and you just stripped.” He gave her a lazy, hopeful grin, and she rolled her eyes. “What is the Phillips curve?”

“Shows the short run tradeoff between inflation and unemployment.” He replied easily, and groaned once he saw her tank top under her sweater she tugged over her head. “Since when have you ever worn a tank top under a sweater?!”

“A lot, when it’s cold.” She replied with a smug grin. “You just never noticed because you’re normally too preoccupied.”

“At least tell me you’re wearing my favorite bra.” He reached for her, going to pull up on the hem of her tank top, but she slapped his hand away. “Quit it. I didn’t know you had a favorite bra of mine.”

“It’s the red one I can see through.” He told her right away, point-blank with raised eyebrows.

She laughed at the quickness of his response, blushing a little. “No, I’m wearing a sports bra that’s at least five years old, it’s like the least sexy thing ever. But nice try. And I only wore that bra on accident.”

“On accident?” He asked curiously, cocking his head.

“Yes, you saw it because it was laundry day.” She blushed more, shaking her head. “I got it as a gag gift, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with you that day. It felt a little too...early in the relationship for lingerie.” She thought back to that day, nothing too special, and remembered how Rafe’s jaw literally dropped when he pulled off her shirt over her head. She had made a mental note of it and immediately went and bought more lingerie online that night.

“Lucky me.” He grinned and leaned forward, trying to grab the cards out of her hands. “Sophie - come on -” She wrestled them out of his hands, only getting him to let go by biting at his knuckle. He yanked his hand back, jaw dropping. “Did you just bite me?”

“You have to study!” She protested, holding the cards back and out of his reach. “I’m not letting you fail this test. Tell me what the circular flow diagram is.”

“You bit me. My girlfriend literally just bit me.” He repeated, dramatically rubbing over his knuckle.

“Answer the question or we’re not having sex.” She fixed him with a pointed glare.

“Wait, we’re having sex?”

“Oh my god, you idiot, I’m not taking all my clothes off in this cold ass house just to sit here on the couch.”

“Be nice to me, Jesus!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.

“You’re being dumb, I can’t help it!” She laughed as he flipped her off. “Answer the question.” He grumbled but followed along, answering a handful of questions until she stood to shimmy her tights off underneath her skirt, down to her sports bra, skirt and underwear.

“What are you - Sophie, just take the skirt off.” He groaned, holding back a smile as she struggled to wiggle out of them and keep her skirt on too. She stuck her foot in his lap, toe pointed as her tights were halfway down her thighs. “No, that’s not the point of the game. Pull these off.”

“I’m never studying with you again. Do you have those weird nipple things on under your bra? You were prepared for this game, weren’t you?” He yanked on her tights, causing them to rip, then immediately pulled his hand away.

“Rafe! Those are my good tights! Were my good tights!” She complained, hopping on one foot as she pulled them off. “I’ll buy you new ones, I didn’t think they’d rip like that!” He reached for the now-slim stack of flashcards again, trying to tug them out of her grip and accidentally gave her a papercut across the pad of her thumb. “Fuck, Rafe!” She hissed, yanking her hand back.

He winced and hooked an arm around her waist, easily pulling her down to his lap, and tenderly pressed a kiss to her thumb. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to.”

“You suck.” Sophie frowned, but picked up the flashcards off the couch anyways. “Just finish the deck. You only have ten left. And no, I’m not wearing nipple covers, dumbass, those are just for when I’m not wearing a bra.” She flicked his forehead, immediately following it with a kiss.

“You’re mean.” He argued, but softened a little at the tenderness of the kiss. As he answered the first couple of questions, she turned to straddle him, tugging up on his shirt. “Hurry up, I’m cold.”

“I could have warmed you up by now. Twice.” He smirked, catching her in a kiss. She shivered, feeling his hands automatically fall to her waist. “You’re too damn cocky. This is why I’m mean, your ego’s too big.”

“You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to encourage me.” He flinched upon feeling her cold hands tug up on his sweater, but let her pull it off anyways. “I do. When you deserve it. But you're annoying me right now.”

“You’re talking too much.” Rafe unbuttoned her skirt, tossing it to the side. “You’re not done - fuck -” She breathed out as he attached his lips to her neck, knowing exactly how to derail her train of thought. “Rafe -” She mumbled, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Hm?”

“The bed. Please.” She urged. He stood right away, easily slipping his hands under her thighs as he carried her over to the bed. “I’m gonna have a problem when I take my test.” He told her, kicking off his sweatpants then crawled back over her, caging her in with his forearms resting on either side of her head. “Because you didn’t finish the deck?” She asked curiously, hooking one leg around his waist and pressing her hips against his.

He bit back a groan, kissing her hard. “Because I’m going to be thinking of this the whole time.”

“That doesn’t sound like an issue.” She countered, lifting her arms so he could tug her sports bra off. He struggled, accidentally snapping the elastic against her chest. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”

Sophie giggled, twisting a little so he could successfully tug it over her head and onto the floor. “There you go.” He traced over the marks it left with one finger, frowning for a moment. “Does that hurt you?”

“Not really.” She sucked in a sharp breath as he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and licked across the other. “I think you should quit wearing bras.” He told her, trailing his hand down her waist and teased his index finger under the waistband of her panties.

“You get jealous when I wear a tight shirt out to the bars. You think you can handle guys looking at my nipples too?” She quipped, willing herself to stay quiet as he easily pushed her up the bed and tugged her panties off her body.

“Oh. Probably not.” He grinned as he ran two fingers across her entrance, making her whine. “You’re jealous too though.” She tensed in anticipation, but let her legs fall open a little wider.

“I’ve never been jealous in my life.” She lied, giggling when he looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah? What about -”

“If you say her name while we’re in bed, I will suffocate you between my legs.” She threatened, her smile instantly dropping.

“What a way to go.” Rafe grinned, dipping two fingers inside of her and loving the way she instantly reacted. He ducked his head down and wasted no time in getting to work, flicking his tongue across her clit and curling his fingers toward himself.

“Fuck, Rafe.” She moaned quietly, fisting her fingers in his hair. He kept up his ministrations at a steady pace, pushing her thighs out again when they nearly clamped around his head. “Easy, baby.” He smirked. Sophie lifted her head to make a quick retort, but her breath caught in her throat as he sucked on her clit, all thoughts forgotten.

When she got whinier and whinier, close to shaking, he pulled away abruptly, groaning quietly as she tugged hard on his hair. “Careful, Soph.” He brought both fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and she watched him with wide eyes for a moment, letting go of his hair. “I - um, sorry, but. You weren’t done.”

He smirked, kissing up her body. “I don’t mind.”

“I was so close.” She mumbled, whining as he sucked a mark along her collarbone.

“Don’t worry, angel, almost there.” He kicked off his boxers and Sophie thought it was almost embarrassing how her mouth practically watered at the sight, how easily he could make her mind clouded over. She grabbed a condom from his nightstand and carefully rolled it down him, grinning when he hissed at the contact. He lifted her hips and pulled her close, entering her at a painfully slow rate.

“More, please, more.” She begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold him close. “So needy.” Rafe teased, his voice low and guttural in her ear. He kept his pace annoyingly slow, groaning as Sophie rocked her hips against his. She nearly bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry when he reached in between them and rubbed his fingers across her clit, bringing her so close once again. “Hold out for me, Soph.” He instructed, snapping his hips a little faster.

“I - fuck - please -” She panted, pressing desperate kisses to anywhere she could reach across his neck. That was all it took for him to rub her clit faster, harder, and she came with a whimper, burying her face against his skin. “That’s it, good girl,” Rafe praised. He followed shortly after, the vibrations of his groan against her neck sending waves through her body.

The two lay in silence for a moment as they caught their breath, completely limp against each other. When he went to pull away, she whined, holding her arms tight around him to keep his weight on her. “Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“That was just once. You said you’d warm me up twice.” She teased, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

He nodded, letting out a hot breath against her shoulder. “Give me a second and I’ll prove I’m a man of my word.”

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bobohu4eva · 4 years

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Pink Lace - Chapter 3

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, sex work, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

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Class on Friday was less terrifying. You arrived earlier than you had Wednesday, and sat with Lucas as you’d promised.

You told yourself that Baekhyun was just another one of your professors, and you needed to get your head on straight and pay attention, especially since the class was already more challenging than you’d thought. You were starting to get worried that you’d embarrass yourself by doing poorly, and you definitely didn’t want Baekhyun to think you were stupid. You knew you weren’t, but you also knew that this class wasn’t your strength.

You noticed Baekhyun walk in and take a seat at his desk. He looked happy to see you back in his class, and this time without you trying to avoid him. You gave him a shy smile, still feeling fairly awkward around him.

“So that party’s tonight, any chance I can still convince you to come?” You heard Lucas say next to you, flashing you a smile.

“I told you I’m not really a fan of parties, sorry.” You responded, avoiding his eyes and fidgeting with the things on your desk.

You were acutely aware of Baekhyun listening to your conversation from his desk a few feet away.

“Aw come on, even if I’m there? I promise it’ll be fun.”

Baekhyun was listening. And he felt his face harden and fists clench at the boy’s pushiness.

“I have homework, I don’t have time to go out.” You looked at him now, trying to get the point across. You just really didn’t want to go.

“But it’s the first party of the year! I promise you won’t regret it.” He continued anyway, now grabbing your hand. Baekhyun narrowed his eyes.

Panicking slightly, you blurted out “I can’t anyway, I have work” as you pulled your hand away from his.

Baekhyun cocked up an eyebrow, wondering what’ll happen next.

“Work? Where at?”

“I’m a waitress, at a bar across town, you wouldn’t know about it.” You stammered, building on your lie.

Baekhyun quietly chuckled to himself, now obviously amused. Especially when he knew what your real job was.

“But what if you got someone to-”

“She said she didn’t wanna go, so drop it.” Baekhyun suddenly interrupted, voice calm but stern. Before you and Lucas even had time to react, he was getting up from his desk and starting the lecture, and you found yourself opening your notebook.

As the class went on you understood less and less of what Baekhyun was saying. You were quickly learning that philosophy meant reading lots of things that were old as hell, and nearly impossible to understand. Your own notes weren’t even really making sense to you and you knew you’d have to go back over them later if you really wanted to understand the material. Who knew philosophy would be such a bitch of a class.

Near the end of class, Baekhyun started handing out a short pop quiz and you felt yourself getting nervous.

When he handed you yours, he mouthed “good luck” with a smile. When you read the question you cursed yourself for having been so distracted the first few days. You had no idea what the difference between moral relativism and objectivism was anymore, nor any of the other things he’d talked about. Despite taking notes, it was just too difficult for you to make sense of the things he taught with so many other things running through your mind.

Baekhyun noticed how stressed you looked as he watched you stare down at your paper. Every time you’d start to write something, you’d stop and erase it. Time was ticking by and you didn’t have much left until he’d collect everyone’s papers.

This wasn’t like you at all. Usually you could remember things easily and ace pop quizzes without a problem, but Baekhyun was too distracting. Especially when you knew he was watching you and you knew he was waiting to see what you’d write.

Eventually you started scribbling down something incredibly vague and almost definitely incorrect, but at least it was something.

Although Baekhyun could tell you were struggling with the assignment, he still found it amusing to watch you as you tried to figure it out. He lost count of how many times you brushed your hair behind your ear, only to have it fall right back in your face again. He could almost see the gears turning in your head as you mulled over the question and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen something so cute.

When he got up to collect everyone’s quizzes you were still frantically trying to finish your paragraph. When he got to you you were almost finished. You looked up at him, silently begging for more time, and he gave you a soft smile. He went to take the papers from the rest of the students in your row first before eventually coming back to you. Yours was the last paper he took, and you cringed as you saw him start to read over it immediately as he made his way back to his desk, brows furrowed.

Once he’d collected the quizzes from the students they were free to go, making you the last one in the room with him again.

“Thank you.” You said. “For giving me more time. I promise I’m not stupid it’s just been hard for me to focus.” Baekhyun was glad you seemed comfortable enough to talk to him like this, and couldn’t fight the smile that was creeping onto his face.

“I know” he looked at you with sincerity “you can go home” he looked over at the door “I’m not gonna make you stay again. I’m sorry for Monday. That was mean.” You could tell by the way he looked down at his desk after he finished speaking, he really was sorry.

You felt a small smile start to form on your lips.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have freaked out so bad.”

“No, I shouldn’t have talked to you like I did. You were obviously uncomfortable, it was a dick move to make you stay.”

You giggled, pleased that he could admit he acted poorly. “It’s okay, really. I was just in shock.”

“Well it won’t happen again.” He gave you a smile so full of warmth and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Don’t forget that essay is due Wednesday night.”

“I can remember a simple due date Baekhyun. I told you I’m not dumb.” You rolled your eyes, walking towards the door.

“It’s still Mr. Byun when we’re here!” He yelled after you playfully.

“Okay Baekhyun!” You yelled back, waving as you walked out the door.

Baekhyun’s face hurt from how hard he was smiling, very much pleased by how you seemed more comfortable today. He silently patted himself on the back for it, relieved that you wouldn’t be a nervous wreck every class anymore. Your answer on the quiz hadn’t been too bad either, despite how stressed you’d looked.

Hopefully, just maybe, this meant you would start opening up to him more.

You spent Friday night doing homework as planned, and when Saturday morning rolled around and you started getting ready for work, you started to worry about whether or not Baekhyun would show up. You both hoped he’d show up just for the money, and dreaded the awkwardness if he did. You decided to just assume he wouldn’t show and go about the night as if he didn’t matter.

You added some last touches to your makeup, opting for something natural and glowy to go with your glittery pink outfit you’d packed for the night.

“I like the outfit tonight” Dave said, winking at you as you checked in. “New shoes?”

“No. I got these a few weeks ago.”

“Come on Candy, loosen up.”

You cringed but gave him a smile anyway, not wanting to get on your manager’s bad side.

For the first time in months you were going to have to spend a Saturday night trying to talk to random guys to sell dances, something you hated. Half of them would likely waste your time anyway, the other half would give you money but you never knew what bs they’d try to pull when getting their dance.

You stood by the bar, facing into the room looking for someone who didn’t seem too bad. Eventually a group of guys around your age came in and you sat down with them.

“So what’s your name gorgeous?” One of them asked you, already slightly drunk.

“I’m Candy” you told them, asking for their names as well. They all introduced themselves and soon went back to laughing amongst themselves, until a waitress showed up.

“Shots of patron, and two for the lady” one of them ordered, and you didn’t object. In the back of your mind you were still worried about Baekhyun showing up, and drinking would easily help you forget.

You took the shots. And then two more. Your stomach felt pleasantly warm, and you kept laughing at whatever the men around you were saying, though you didn’t really listen. You could hear your words slur together when you spoke, but the comfortable haze felt nice to you and you let yourself get lost in the feeling.

Eventually they ordered a 3rd round, at which point you were thoroughly tipsy and probably shouldn’t have had any more, but with the thought of Baekhyun still in the back of your mind, and the alcohol clouding your judgement, you swallowed down the fifth and sixth shots with little thought. Although by then you weren’t counting anymore. They went down like nothing, body already numb to the sting.

You were laughing at something someone said, mind going hazy from the liquor as everything around you began to go blurry. You tried to stand up but nearly fell, having trouble standing on your heels on your own. You sat back down, closing your eyes, and the room felt like it was spinning out of control. You vaguely heard the chatter of the men around you saying something, but before you had time to process their words everything went black.

Next thing you knew, your head was on Baekhyun’s lap and he was staring down at you.

Baekhyun wasn’t sure if he was going to go that night. As much as he wanted to see you, he wasn’t sure you’d want to see him there again.

As the night went on he tried to distract himself, grade some papers, watch some TV, but nothing worked. No matter what he did, you were stuck in the back of his mind. He wanted, needed to see you again. As long as he paid you, you wouldn’t be too mad to see him there, and two of you could just act like it was any other Saturday night, right?

Not wanting to think about it too much, he got his shoes on, grabbed his wallet, and walked out the door.

When he arrived, he didn’t see you at the bar where you usually stood and waited for him. Upon looking around the main room of the club, he didn’t see you either, and his heart rate started to go up. What if you were stuck in a VIP room with some creep who was making you uncomfortable?

Baekhyun started to wander around the room to look for you. He checked every booth and could see every table, you had to be upstairs in a room. He hated to admit it to himself but even just the thought of you being up there with someone who wasn’t terrible bothered him. Thinking about you grinding on strangers at all made his stomach churn.

To calm his nerves he stood by the bar and ordered himself a drink, and not even a minute went by before there was a girl standing in front of him.

“Hey handsome, what are you doing here? You’re awful cute to be in a place like this.”

She started to touch Baekhyun’s arm and he slapped her hand away, turning around and gulping down his drink.

The girl frowned, but persisted anyway.

“So why are you here? Looking for some fun?”

“I’m looking for my friend.” He replied, eyes still scanning the room, ignoring her.

“I’m sure I can show you a good time too you know..” she stepped closer, blocking his view of the rest of the room.

Baekhyun dug in his pocket and pulled out a 50, holding it up with an annoyed look on his face.

“It’s yours if you leave.”

She took the bill, scoffing and turning around to walk away. Baekhyun faced his back towards the room and kept his eyes on the stairs, waiting for you to come down.

10 minutes went by, and then 10 more. Baekhyun couldn’t help but get more and more nervous. He knew it was pretty rare for people to spend that much time up there. He ordered himself another drink and started getting fidgety, trying to distract himself from worrying too much.

A few more girls came up to him, but he quickly sent each one of them away.

After about 15 more minutes you finally appeared, and Baekhyun’s worst fears were realized when he saw you nearly unconscious, basically being carried down the stairs by 2 men. Immediately his mouth went dry and he felt his stomach do a flip.

You had your arm around one of the men’s shoulders, and the other had his hand on your lower back as you clumsily made your way down, nearly falling several times. You hadn’t even put your top back on, probably too wasted to notice it was missing anyway. The two men sat you down in an empty chair near the bottom of the stairs and went back to their group across the room with disgustingly smug looks on their faces. Baekhyun would’ve loved to walk right up to them and deck each of them in the face, but the last thing he needed now was to get himself kicked out while you were alone, completely incoherent, and surrounded by strange men. He cursed himself for not being able to do anything about them, but you were more important now.

He quickly made his way over to you, crouching down in front of you and grabbing your hand between his as he desperately tried to get a response from you.

“Hey, it’s me, say something.”

You could only mumble something incoherent.

“Can you open your eyes and look at me?”

You just shook your head slightly, brows furrowed.

“Fuck” Baekhyun whispered. He saw other people beginning to give him weird looks, and decided to take you to a room upstairs. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He slung your arm around his shoulder and kept a firm grip on your waist as he got you to stand up.

He helped your mostly limp body up the stairs, and into the room. He let go of you for a second, and immediately you fell onto the couch, hitting your head on the wall in the process. He flinched, hearing the impact.

“Shit” he heard you say and saw you rub your head where it made contact with the wall.

“Sorry.” He knew you couldn’t process his words in your drunken state, but he said it anyway.

He handed you your bra, which had been dangling off one of your arms when you came down the stairs and he helped you get it back on. He helped you out of your shoes as well and laid you down on the couch. He sat down and you put your head in his lap, curling up against him and quickly passing back out. He gently rubbed the bump on your head, and heard you hum at the feeling. He looked around to see your money bag discarded on the floor and when he picked it up to set it on the small table in the corner he noticed it was empty. Those creeps had stolen your money and left you without paying.

Baekhyun looked at his watch and took his wallet out of his pocket. 10:04pm.

He stuffed $800 dollars in your bag, and looked down at you asleep in his lap as he stroked your hair.

The whole time you slept Baekhyun couldn’t help but run his fingers along the lines of your jaw, lips, and brows. Although he hated that those guys had gotten you like this, now, peacefully asleep in his lap, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He ran his thumb across your cheek and noticed your eye twitch, and then open. As you looked up at him, he knew you were still too far gone to understand what was happening.

“What’sgoingon” you slurred, rubbing your eyes and sitting up.

“Some guys got you way too drunk, and then you hit your head.”

“Ohhhh” you sighed absentmindedly, not really having heard or understood what Baekhyun said.

“Come here, you’re still drunk.”

You seemed to listen, laying your head back in his lap and dozing off again. Another hour went by and he looked at his watch. It was after midnight, so he put another stack of cash in your bag. The movement seemed to be enough to wake you up this time, and when you opened your eyes you were a bit more aware of your surroundings. You shifted to lay on your back, looking directly up at him.

“Baekhyun” you groaned, still fairly drunk “why are you here?”

“I’m here every Saturday night.” He replied simply, smiling down at you in his lap. Gently he moved a strand of hair out of your face, and you felt yourself go red. Although you were now sober enough to know something was very wrong, with the way he looked at you in that moment, with so much warmth and admiration, you couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You closed your eyes again and smiled, enjoying the feeling of Baekhyun caressing your cheek with the back of his hand in your drunken haze. No matter what shit had gone down earlier in the night, and why you were here with your head in his lap, this felt like bliss. You could’ve stayed like that for hours, just enjoying his gentle hands admiring your face.

“What time is it?” You asked lazily.

“12:15.”

“Fuck.” Your head snapped up and you sat next to Baekhyun, immediately feeling dizzy due to your intoxication. Head pounding, you rubbed your temples to try to relive some of the pain. “It’s that late? You never stay this late.”

“You’ve been sleeping for a while now.”

“Huh?”

“How are you feeling?

“Kind of drunk... and my head hurts. But what happened?” You slurred your words slightly, alcohol still apparent in your system.

He looked at you with sorry eyes. “Well, some assholes got you fucked up out of your mind. After I got here they came down the stairs and basically just dumped you into an empty chair and left, so I took you up here to sleep it off. You hit your head too, so be careful.” He rubbed the lump on the side of your head again, making you groan.

The terrified look on your face told him all he needed to know. He was about to see you cry for the first time, and he felt his heart drop.

“W-what? They took me upstairs?” A tear escaped, and more followed. “Who?”

“I don’t know. Some younger guys. I’d have beat the shit out of them if it wouldn’t get me kicked out.” You sensed the anger in his voice as he spoke. “Your bag was empty too by the way.”

Slowly you started piecing things together in your head, stomach churning with disgust and now fully crying.

“W-what, h-how did I-”

“No. This wasn’t your fault.” He interrupted, afraid this would happen. Afraid you would blame yourself. “They were assholes. They knew what they were doing.”

In reality, Baekhyun blamed himself. He knew you’d probably been nervous about whether or not he would show up. He should’ve been there earlier. But all that mattered now is that you were okay. At least physically.

As you sat next to him, head in your hands crying, he felt helpless. All he wanted to do was hold you tight and tell you all the things he was too scared to say out loud. But all he could manage was a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Your sobs got more intense and he was caught off guard when you threw your arms around him, head buried into his chest as you kept quietly crying. Reluctantly, his arms found their way around you as well, holding you as you shook in his arms.

“Hey hey, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re okay now. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” He said softly, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

“Thank you” you choked out between sobs. Embarrassed, but still too drunk to stop yourself, you held on to Baekhyun tighter and tighter. You hated to admit it but you already felt much better with his arms wrapped around you. The gentle feeling of his chest rising and falling against yours, compared to your erratic breaths, felt like heaven. “Thank you, l-I’m sorry.”

“Shhh” he said, stroking your hair. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“B-but you stayed here with m-me the whole time.” You sobbed.

“That’s okay, I came here to spend time with you didn’t I?”

“Why are you like this? W-why me?” You asked, leaning back to look at him.

Baekhyun sighed.

You’d avoided the question when you were sober for a reason. You knew Baekhyun liked you too much, more than he should, and you didn’t need to know the details. It would only make you feel more guilty later. But now, with alcohol to give you courage you didn’t hold back.

“You know how much I like you.” He responds quietly, giving you a soft smile. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Another tear fell, and Baekhyun was quick to wipe it away. Even with makeup running down your face he looked at you with a tenderness that made it difficult to feel anything but a comforting warmth.

You stared at him, trying to find some form of deceit in his eyes, some hint that he was just messing with you, but all you saw was his admiration and care for you.

Another sob rolled through you and you wrapped your arms back around him. He held you like that for a while, and slowly the tears lessened and you calmed down a bit.

You pulled away from him and looked around the room, realizing where you were and thought to yourself how silly it all was. You were in a dance room, just sleeping on the couch all night as Baekhyun stayed and made sure you were alright. Every other time you’d been in here with him, your ass was on his lap grinding on him.

“Do you want a dance or anything?”

Baekhyun just laughed, “Don’t worry about me, I’m just as happy doing this. As long as I get to spend time with you.”

“Okay.” You said, but you made yourself comfortable on his lap anyway, legs stretched across the couch. You wrapped your arms around him again, and rested your head on his shoulder. He put an arm around your waist and you just sat like that for a while, enjoying each other’s embrace.

He hadn’t been lying, he’d take this over a lap dance any day. To have your arms around him like this, not because he paid you, but because you wanted to, for him nothing could beat that. The skin of your waist felt so soft beneath his palms, he thought he must be dreaming.

The sober part of you wanted to scream at you to get up. But when Baekhyun’s hands felt so warm and comforting on you, the drunken haze took over and you just basked in the feeling. In the back of your mind you knew you’d regret tonight’s events later, but now it felt too good to ignore. With your head resting on his shoulder and the sound of his heartbeat in your ear, you just felt right. Like this was where you were supposed to be.

“Do you want me to take you home soon? I don’t think you should be driving yourself tonight.” Baekhyun asked, and your lips pulled into a pout.

“Can we stay like this a little longer.” You lifted your head to look at him, and when you made eye contact, Baekhyun couldn’t help but grin.

“Of course sweetheart, if that’s what you want.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. That was the first time Baekhyun had called you anything like that before. He usually just called you by your name (or in the past, your stripper name). You didn’t mind, but you couldn’t help but find the word heart fluttering nonetheless. You laid your head back on his shoulder, and watched as he slowly ran his hand up and down your thigh.

“You have such pretty hands.” You told him, reaching for the hand on your thigh. He didn’t respond, only laced his hands into yours, rubbing the back with his thumb. You kept silencing the voice in the back of your mind that was screaming at you to get up, to push Baekhyun away. But when his presence was this sweet and comforting you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“Everything about you is pretty.” Your face burned red at his words. “So, so beautiful.”

“You’re pretty cute too.” The alcohol did a good job of bringing the words out of you that you’d usually know better than to say out loud.

Much to your dismay, Baekhyun moved you off his lap and got up, putting his hand out for you to stand up as well.

“Let’s get you back home, it’s late and you’re still drunk.” At first you pouted again, but you eventually agreed. You grabbed his hand and got your shoes back on, following him back down the stairs. Your manager saw and gave you a strange look, but you ignored it. You went back to the dressing room to change and met Baekhyun again in the parking lot. Being seen leaving with customers looked bad, and after being upstairs for hours with him you didn’t want to raise any more suspicions.

You spotted him leaning against a black Audi, and you let him open the door for you and got in. You told him your address and he pulled out of the lot. For most of the car ride home you were silent. You still felt bad that Baekhyun had come to see you just for all of this to happen, and now he was having to drive you home too since you had gotten too wasted.

“I’m sorry, for everything. You just wanted a fun couple of hours and you got stuck babysitting my drunk ass.”

“You know I don’t mind, I’m just glad you’re safe now.” He said as he was pulling up to your place. He parked, but looked over to you before getting out. “Can I give you my number? You don’t need to use it if you don’t want to, but I just want you to have it so you can call me if you’re in trouble again.”

You looked him in the eyes again, looking for some sort of ulterior motives, but found them filled with nothing but care and warmth. “Okay.”

He looked surprised, but you just handed him your phone and let him put in his number.

“I don’t want you to think you have to text me or call me or anything, I just feel better knowing you can contact me if you need someone.”

You smiled. “I know.”

Baekhyun got out to open the door for you, and when you stepped out you found yourself wrapping your arms around him again tightly. “Thank you. Seriously, I don’t even wanna think about what could’ve happened tonight if it weren’t for you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, it’s no big deal. You know I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

You didn’t want to let go. The feeling of your head resting against his broad chest and his arms around you felt too sweet, too good to be true.

He’s the one who breaks away first. You could see his eyes scan your face, spending especially long on your lips. Your face heated up as you noticed the proximity between the two of you.

“I, um.. I should get inside. Thanks for the ride.” You said, grabbing your bag and quickly walking to the door. Baekhyun waved you goodbye and waited until you were inside to get back in his car and drive himself home.

You almost immediately threw yourself into bed and passed out, but Baekhyun couldn’t stop thinking about your words and actions from earlier. The way you clung onto him as you cried, how happy you seemed to be sitting on his lap cuddled up to him, how you’d called him cute. His mind raced with the possibility of you maybe, possibly, being able to like him the way he liked you. He told himself it was just the alcohol, that you would never have acted like that sober.

But he couldn’t help hoping he was wrong.

As the night went on he only found himself falling deeper and deeper into thought. With nothing but the darkness of his bedroom to keep him company, he felt hyper aware of the emptiness around him.

Baekhyun hated sleeping alone already, and with the thoughts of your sweet words and actions running rampant in his mind, it felt impossible. How was he supposed to relax when you had just called him cute? The night drew on and on, but Baekhyun didn’t sleep. Not when the feeling of your hands around his body was still so fresh in his mind.

He was so close to what he yearned for more than anything, yet still so far.

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