#i wanted to take a bunch of pictures of this staircase and this park so i could put it to this story but it totally slipped my mind

[alsojnpie]

It had never seemed necessary for Papyrus and I to nail down an exact meeting place. “At the park” was always enough for the two of us to find each other. And today, we found each other at the top of the white columned stairs. Well. I guess technically I found him.

It really seemed like he’d been waiting in that exact spot, knowing I was going to be walking that way. But he was watching in the wrong direction; his back turned to me as he waited, watching the stairs. Or maybe he was watching the fountain? Cool air wafted away from flowing water, which I could feel even from across this small plaza. He seemed like he was watching something. I slowed my pace, in order to get a good look at him before he could know that I was watching him.

He was sitting on the wall, leaning forward, with one foot propped up in front of him and the other flat on the ground. A half-eaten lime creamsicle was in his hand, his arm lazily draped over his raised knee.

I guess he must not have been waiting long at all, since he still had popsicle left. As if he was aware of my thoughts, he took a big bite right as I considered it. The wind blew more cool air our way, and ruffled the collar of his too-large shirt and the tall grass on the other side of the wall. I considered, just for a moment, that maybe I should stop walking altogether--just long enough to snap a photo of the picturesqueness of it all. He looked so thoughtful and serious, gazing out towards the lake. Juxtaposed with a popsicle full of lopsided bite marks, this scene was a perfect encapsulation of the monster that was Papyrus.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the guts. I didn’t even have the guts to disturb what looked like a satisfying reverie by calling out or otherwise making my presence known. Instead I awkwardly shuffled up to his side and moved to place my hand on his shoulder, but then second-guessed myself and thought, maybe I should tap it instead? It didn’t matter, since he startled and swiveled his head around before I could even decide.

“H...HEY!!” It was always fun to watch his face, and the clear progression of emotions that often played out. Right then it was shock at being approached by a stranger, which instantly gave way to shock at being approached by someone you love, which quickly melted into glee at having been tricked (with a hint of sheepishness for having been facing the wrong way).

“HEH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON YOUR WAY UP! WANT SOME?” The softened popsicle was extended towards me. Of course I wanted some, so I obliged him with a slurp that took care of a good half of what was left on the stick.

“..........” His disappointment was palpable, and my sudden guilt must have shown on my face too.

“WAIT, IT’S FINE. REALLY. I OFFERED IT TO YOU, SO...”

“Where’d you get that from, anyway? Do they sell those here??”

“THESE? THESE?? YOU KNOW THEY DON’T SELL THESE HERE! I HAD TO BRING IT WITH.” He gives a good slap to a bag I hadn’t noticed sitting next to him.

“.....They’ll melt.”

“THEY WON’T!”

“Hm. I didn’t know you had popsicle-cooling magic... Neat!” I reached down to the bag, eager for a popsicle of my own and curious about the cooling mechanism.

But the bag was swept away from my grasp, and Papyrus was shaking a finger at me. “YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO GO DIGGING IN MY MAGIC BAG.” He swung his leg over the wall, landing both feet firmly on the ground and standing up straight with an exaggerated gesture. “BUT I AM!” A bright red creamsicle was soon procured, unwrapped and thrust into my hands. I was suspicious of what sort of “magic” was keeping it cold, since it seemed to be already starting to soften, but couldn’t find the heart to complain about getting a treat.

Once Papyrus had started in on his second popsicle (orange this time), the two of us linked arms and began strolling towards the stairs overlooking the lake. From this vantage point, even more of the lake was visible, as well as the vague outline of paths surrounding it on the opposite side. This lake wasn’t particularly big, but it took almost half an hour to walk around a single lap. The paths were forested, at times so thickly that the lake couldn’t be seen, and that made them seem isolated, and longer than they really were. But all of it seemed so much smaller from up here even though it wasn’t that far away at all.

As we began making our way down the staircase, I bit the popsicle with my lips over my teeth then slurped up the melting ice cream inside. It cooled my face but warmed my heart. “You know, I didn’t even realize they still made these popsicles. I used to eat them a lot as a kid.”

“I, DON’T THINK THEY ACTUALLY DO?? YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT A PAIN I WENT THROUGH, TRYING TO FIND THEM!” 

On the lake there wasn’t much visible from here other than a few small paddle boats, but as we got closer I could make out groups of kayakers who seemed to drift effortlessly by.

“IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN THAT LONG AGO THEY WERE DISCONTINUED. I REMEMBER EATING THEM TOO, BACK WHEN THE BARRIER WAS FIRST BROKEN.”

In reality, I knew that the riders were having to work hard to propel their boats forward through the water. I’d never been kayaking, but it had always looked like fun to me. Stealing a glance over at Papyrus, who was still going on about the popsicles, I wondered if it could be a good way to work out together with him, fully expecting that he’d be excellent at it.

Suddenly I realized that my popsicle was gone. “Oh hey...can I have a green one now?” I waved my popsicle stick, licked mostly clean, in front of Papyrus and he grimaced. “It’s been so long since I had these, I forgot how much I liked ‘em.”

“YES, I KNEW YOU HAD EXCELLENT TASTE. OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO FETCH YOU A GREEN ONE. BUT I’M NOT YOUR TRASH COLLECTOR! AND IF YOU STICK THAT...THAT STICKY THING IN THE BAG YOU MIGHT-- RUIN THE MAGIC OR SOMETHING!” He made a shooing gesture at my stick, which only made me want to wave it in his face even more. “GO FIND A GARBAGE CAN!”

Seeing as there were no garbage cans nearby, I stuck the stick into my jeans pocket, much to Papyrus’s dismay. But he forgave me enough to serve me a green popsicle after all. This popsicle was suspiciously much softer than the last. “Hey.....you’re not using magic at all, are you?” I squinted at him as almost the entirety of the lime popsicle shell sloughed off in my mouth. “.....*gulp*. You just packed a ton of popsicles and counted on being able to finish them off before they melted.”

Papyrus seemed to be watching the boats on the lake quite intently now but surely he was aware of my accusatory stare out of the corner of his eye. His stern expression twitched with a grin. “I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

"..........."

"BUT. I'LL ADMIT THAT IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE HERE, SO YOU CAN HELP ME EAT THEM ALL.”

“True. It’ll be a lot of work to finish them all before they melt.”

“WELL, DON’T GET ME WRONG! I COULD MANAGE IT.”

The path down the stairs was lined with shady trees, but the lake itself was surrounded by a sunny, open walkway. I had a feeling that no, he could not manage it. These popsicles were not going to last more than 10 minutes, tops. Even through our combined efforts, there would probably be a couple of melted treats. I slurped up most of the ice cream center as we walked across a platformed break in the stairs, eager to do my part either way. 

But as we stepped down onto the stairs again, I saw something that made me jump in alarm: a wedding party! And their cameras were pointed straight up the picturesque stairs, right at us! Without even thinking, I pulled Papyrus by our linked arms, running back up to the platform before turning off onto a small dirt path running diagonal to the stairs.

The air was heavy and quiet as I pondered whether or not I had photobombed that bride and groom’s photoshoot. Probably so. Even though I hadn’t noticed it until we were very near, that was only because I hadn’t been paying attention. The pictures probably had us there in the background, though it wouldn’t have been very close to the subject. It was a public park, so I couldn’t really feel guilty for it, but even still, I didn’t want to be in some stranger’s wedding photos.

“.......” I wasn’t exactly sure why but suddenly things felt clumsy and awkward. I didn’t know what to say, or whether to say anything, and the little bit of popsicle I had left was completely forgotten. Slowly I turned my eyes up towards Papyrus only to find him calmly nibbling on a new popsicle (a red one now) while looking back in the direction of the couple.

“........HM. YOU THINK....YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO THAT SOMETIME? ME AND YOU?”

My heart, pounding, leapt straight to my throat, blocking out any words or sounds from coming through, while my grip on the popsicle stick tightened. Was this a joke?

No...he was genuinely asking me for an answer, I realized, as he looked down, smiling at me expectantly. But he looked so laid back about it. Somehow, we must have been thinking of two different things.

“U..uh....I, I mean....um...ho-honestly, I’m, I-I’ve.......you know...it feels embarrassing somehow to b-be...honest...but....” My words got quieter as my face got hotter. I went to take a giant bite of the popsicle to cool down, but what had been left of it had already melted and ran down into my fist. 

“HANG ON....OH MY GOD......ARE YOU SCARED OF BEING OUT ON THE WATER???” His suddenly concerned face only confused me even more.

“WAAAAIT, WAIT WAIT WAIT...” Papyrus took a brief look around himself, which at first I took to mean that he was checking to see if anyone was around. But maybe he was looking for a place to hold his popsicle because the next thing he did was quickly suck the whole thing directly off the stick (swallowing it dutifully rather than savoring it, and tossing the stick to the ground), before placing his thick-gloved hands squarely on my shoulders, and leaning in close.

His worried frown was right in front of my face, much closer than it usually happened to be. I tried to listen to him instead of focusing on his features, but it was hard. I hadn’t had this chance to be so close before. His voice wasn’t...quiet... but, it was softer than I expected.

“IT’S OK TO BE SCARED OF THAT. PERFECTLY OK. DON’T....DON’T BE EMBARRASSED. WE DON’T HAVE TO--”

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Our eyes met. “To...go kayaking together....?”

“YES. EXACTLY. WE DON’T HAVE TO GO KAYAKING TOGETHER. I’VE NEVER DONE IT MYSELF, BUT....WELL...WHEN I SAW THOSE LITTLE BOATS ON THE BIG LAKE....” He smiled softly, sheepishly even. “I THOUGHT IT LOOKED LIKE FUN.”

Actually, it did sound fun. Really fun. I returned his smile, shyly, even though he didn’t seem to completely understand that look, and grasped his hand, pulling it to my chest confidingly.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be too scary....if we were together.”

Sorrowfully, Papyrus shook his head. “THE KAYAK IS A BOAT THAT ONLY FITS ONE PERSON, I’M AFRAID.”

“I meant. Together, in our own boats. Side by side on the water.”

“OH. SURE. YES! I’LL STICK RIGHT BY YOU!!” His grin was nothing short of triumphant.

Then he noticed my hand, clasping his.

“ ............YECCCK!! WHY ARE YOU SO STICKY?!?!?!”

[closedafterdark]

Two Way Ticket

Lee Saerom & Noh Jisun x Male Reader

9441 words

categories: smut, oral, mommy kink

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Eight months have passed since your rendezvous with Gyuri. Nakyung made sure to keep you and Saerom well informed about the clinic’s subsequent move and how her boss was coping. You were thankful she was able to be there for Gyuri during difficult times. Things between you and Saerom were beginning to get a lot more serious: from opening a joint bank account to purchasing your first car together. Even her dog Yeoreum has grown accustomed to you, often spending time on your lap more - something that has made your girlfriend jealous on more than one occasion.

With each passing day, Saerom’s beauty continued to flourish. You wanted to preserve these memories - bringing your camera each time you two went out, something she didn’t seem to mind at all. Saerom knew how to perfectly blend simplicity with confident elegance. She chose to embrace the warmer weather by wearing a simple white crop top that showed off the curvature of her breasts and abs that were the result of many long hours at the gym. Her skirt was brown with what splatter marks decorating it. It ended just slightly below her cute buttcheeks, showing off her long, creamy muscular legs. Her white fuzzy coat appeared out of place, yet perfectly complemented her outfit at the same time. Saerom’s chosen accessories to complete the look were large pearl earrings and a necklace you gifted her on your very first anniversary together. Garnering the stares from men and women alike, you were proud to call Saerom your girlfriend.

Leading you by the hand, you passed many alleyways and streets. Telling you to trust her, you could tell Saerom was smiling through her homemade mask as her eyes formed inverted half crescents. With the two of you continuing on, you noticed two large bright red doors which led to red staircases below and artificial grass on either side. It looked like the establishment was still stuck in Christmas while the rest of the area were enjoying a fine spring May afternoon. Letting go of Saerom’s hand, you stopped and wanted to take a photograph. Not even a second after you had taken a third photo, she grabs the camera from you and wags her finger. Wearing the lens straps on her neck, she takes your hand once more and gives you a firm squeeze. The two of you walk for several more minutes until you finally reach your destination.

--

The aroma of coffee and baked pastries filled your noses as you arrived at Saerom’s favorite cafe. She discovered it after the two of you first decided to live together and moved to a new neighborhood. Due to being a regular customer, the entire staff knew who she was - all of them greeting her warmly before subsequently doing the same to you. Deciding to strike up a conversation with a few of the baristas, you took the opportunity to take her bag and find a table for the two of you. With most already being occupied, you luckily managed to find one that was mostly secluded. It was almost hidden in a sense, probably a spot most employees go to for peace and quiet. You took out your phone and began going through it, looking to pass time. Opening the photo app allowed you to view the candid shots you captured of your girlfriend. You stood firm on your belief that no camera lens could truly capture Saerom’s beauty.

The first photoset was one you took of Saerom at a bookstore. She was casually flipping through the pages of a book you didn’t get a chance to ask her the title of. The mole just below her left eye was something you found extremely cute - if concentrations of pigment-producing cells could be classified as such. Her smoky eyeshadow complimented her complexion wonderfully, making her eyes stand out even more. The next photoset was at a high-end boutique, with Saerom emerging from the curtains as she presents yet another outfit to you. At that point, you had lost count of just how many she tried on. Saerom said it seemed like you didn’t care when you said she looked beautiful in all of them - but it was true. She could be wearing a plastic bag with holes for sleeves and you would still choose her over anyone else.

You smiled, thinking about how her smile instantly made your day. While you were busy enhancing the photos to look for minor details to edit, Saerom sat down next to you.

“What are you looking at, baby?” she asked you before taking your phone. Saerom swipes through the pictures with her index finger, nodding after seeing each one. Once she returned the phone to you, you noticed a mischievous look in her eyes.

“I know that look.”

“What look?”

“You know what look.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.” Saerom said, biting the tip of her finger while her left hand gently began rubbing your thigh. Any sort of pretense about her intentions was put to rest as her other hand placed the restaurant pager on the table. The two of you made eye contact and there was no mistaking it: her beautiful deep brown eyes were now clouded amber pools of lust and desire. You were thankful no one was nearby as Saerom squeezed her breast, releasing an erotic moan while she continued massaging your thigh.

“We’re in public, babe. We could get caught.”

“Maybe we should…” she teased as she leaned closer towards you and used both hands to grab the hemline of your joggers and boxers underneath before pulling them down. You moaned as the cool air from above felt wonderful on your newly exposed cock. Saerom eyed it hungrily as she leaned down and released a small collection of spit onto it. Knowing how needy you already were she decided to tease you even more by puckering her lips and placed a lust-filled kiss onto your tip, causing it to twitch slightly.

With one smooth swipe of her tongue across the palm of her left hand, Saerom wraps her long, slender fingers into a fist around your base with a firm grip. The warmth of it causes your shaft to throb, earning a soft smile from her. Planting a quick peck on your lips, she slowly begins stroking your cock.

You let out a loud sigh of relief as the built up pressure inside your chest was being released with every up and down motion of her hand. Saerom bit the tip of her finger once again as she stroked you, feeling you leak all over her fingers when she ran her thumb across your slit. 

Sexual acts in public places was nothing new to you both - yet it made you equally nervous and aroused as if it was the very first time. It all started with almost getting caught in your car at the beach parking lot one night when the security guard strolling by shined a flashlight through the windows. Then it was Saerom giving you a blowjob inside a women’s fitting room stall. You most certainly couldn’t forget bending her over the sink of a public restroom of a black tie required restaurant. But with most of the places so far, there was at least some semblance of privacy. This was a trendy cafe frequented by many, anyone could walk by and see your girlfriend stroking your cock without a care in the world.

“How about we make a deal, baby.” Saerom said in a lust-filled tone as her thumb continued to massage your tip.

“Deal? W-What d-deal?”

“If you can last mommy stroking your cock and not cumming before our order is ready, you can fuck mommy’s ass, baby.” Saerom whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened as you looked at your girlfriend’s naughty smirk of satisfaction. She had been teasing you with the proposition of entering her other hole for some time now, only allowing you to slide yourself in between her tight, round cheeks. The way she made it sound so forbidden made you want it even more. Your eyes involuntarily closed as the pleasure began to overwhelm your senses.

Saerom gradually began to increase in speed, encouraged by your moans and the way your cock throbbed in her hand. The mixture of her spit and your precum allowed her to go even faster, creating the familiar delicious sound of wet flesh. She counted five seconds silently before slowing back down, teasing you. Saerom had plenty of experience - knowing just what you liked. Which usually meant euphoric bliss on your part; except for when she wanted to take her time and edge you until the tipping point before bringing you back down to reality.

This went on several more times, each increasingly frustrating than the last. She giggled the entire time, enjoying watching you squirm and be helpless under her control. Your mental resistance was well beyond broken - at this point, it was all about endurance and resistance. You were determined not to let Saerom win. Not this time.

… Or so you thought. Saerom knew you weren’t going down so easily without a fight, which caused her to pull out her secret weapon. Grabbing your right hand, she led you up her smooth, creamy thighs all the way until your fingers began to feel heat radiating between her legs. You gulped as you knew where your hand was, like an adventurer finding a treasure chest. Using two fingers, you swiped in front of it, unsurprised to find out Saerom wasn’t wearing any underwear. She loved wearing skimpy thongs or modest panties that usually ended up bunched between her perfect ass cheeks, but eventually chose to forego it due to how many times you ripped them off her body. There was one time she bought an extremely expensive pair as a gift for your birthday, the thin piece of cloth not even making it thirty seconds in before it was tossed to a faraway corner of her bedroom.

Knowing it was a trap but going for it anyway, your two fingers found their way to her moist folds. Feeling your girlfriend leaking as well, you slowly inserted them inside her. Saerom moaned loudly as you entered her, her walls clenching you tightly, refusing to let go. You decided to up the ante, rubbing your thumb in a counterclockwise motion on her clit. It was now a war of nerves - both of you trying to get the other to orgasm first. But as expected, it was a losing battle. Saerom added more spit onto your cock and stroked you even faster, gripping your shaft tightly. You tried to distract her by pushing your fingers even deeper, but all it earned you was her pussy tightening.

“Cum for mommy, baby.”

That was all it took for you to reach your orgasm as you felt your abdomen tighten. You grunted loudly as your hips jerked and you exploded in Saerom’s hand. Your first few ropes could be heard hitting the underside of the table as you felt it land back onto her fingers and your thighs as you continued to release more and more thick, hot semen. Saerom made sure to continue stroking your sensitive cock, determined to drain you as much as possible.

The restaurant pager’s lights began to light up in a clockwise motion before vibrating on top of the table, signaling your order was ready and your subsequent failure to endure Saerom’s deal. She gives your cock a few more strokes, causing it to release small aftershocks as you recover from your intense orgasm. You struggled to catch your breath as you could feel beads of sweat form on your forehead. Once Saerom’s motions winded down and her tight grip on your cock was released, she raised her hand and stretched her fingers out to show you how messy your load for her was. She admired her work for a few seconds before cleaning it off with a napkin. She tilts her head slightly and moves closer to you, letting her lips meet yours as she gives you a deep kiss.

“You did so well, baby. It’s really a shame though - this nice, thick load would’ve tasted so good going down mommy’s throat. Or leaking down my thighs as we walk out of here.”

--

Saerom hated spending money at the movie theater's concession stand. Often calling it overpriced garbage, she always made sure to sneak in snacks inside her purse. Today was no different as she told the cafe employees to carefully wrap the baked goods. The movie theater was fairly empty - due to it being a weekday as well as not many movies being released. Saerom handled everything, from purchasing the tickets to picking out your reserved seats. With your fingers interlocked together, she leads you through the hallway and inside the theater. The two of you arrived just as the pre-movie commercials were about to end. Once Saerom handed you the movie tickets, you shined your phone flashlight on it.

“Babe, this movie is from like two months ago. We watched it at home.” you said.

“I know.” she simply replied, snuggling closer to you.

“Then why are we watching it again?”

“Because…” she said as her mischievous fingers found their way back onto the hemline of your joggers. “We aren’t going to be watching the movie.”

You should’ve seen it coming when Saerom chose the extra wide seats that seemed to be geared towards couples. She gave you a deep kiss on your lips before descending towards your lower body. Helping her out by removing your shirt, her eyes never wavered from yours. Your cock that was trapped inside the cloth prison was finally released, hitting her cheek. She laughs, licking her lips as she removes the pesky clothing completely off you and spreads your legs apart. Saerom watched every muscle in your face react as she blew hot air on your cock. You moaned the moment her hand made contact, using the same painfully slow pace she did at the cafe. While her left hand is busy taking care of your cock, her right fondled your balls - giving each a firm yet not too hard squeeze. She teases you by repeatedly lowering her head each time you think she will finally take you in her mouth, only to fake out at the last moment and continue to stroke you. She gave the tip of your cock a quick smooch to remove some of the leaking precum, something that only increased your frustration. Deciding you have had enough, she finally parted her lips and took you inside her mouth.

Saerom’s mouth was extremely warm and wet thanks to her built up spit. She strokes your cock as the first few inches enter her orifice before removing her hand and placing it onto your thighs. You felt like you were laying on a marshmallow, about to sink deeper and deeper into the chair. The only thing you saw was a soft ball of hair as she was  bobbing her head up and down, eliciting satisfied moans and lust-filled grunts from you as your cock was getting thoroughly covered. Saerom loved giving you blowjobs as much as you enjoyed receiving them, the feeling of you throbbing needily inside her mouth felt like a sudden rush of dopamine for her. She always enjoyed having complete control over you.

“Fuck, mommy…” you moaned. Saerom took her time, wanting you to savor every sensation as she swirled her tongue around your tip before making long strokes up and down the length of your shaft. Saerom looked up at you, satisfied to see your eyes closed from her sinful act. Having decided she prolonged teasing you enough, she went to work - sucking your cock deeper and faster. As her head took in more of your shaft, her tongue flickered along your underside. Eventually she reached your base as her lips gripped onto your cock and refused to let go. Her head bobbed in a wonderfully fast rhythm that teetered the edge of getting you to climax quickly and being just enough to leave you wanting more. Having had enough practice during the course of your relationship, Saerom was a master at deepthroating cock. The sounds of you reaching the back of her throat echoed inside the empty movie theater. It was like a symphony for your ears as you mustered the willpower to look down and stroke her head softly, pushing away several loose strands of hair. 

Saerom regretfully withdrew her mouth from your cock once she began running out of air. You were released from the velvety smooth walls with a satisfied hum from her, thin strands of saliva are connecting you and her mouth as you see several spit suds formed on her pretty lips. Your cock was glistening due to light emanating from the movie screen hitting it, causing the both of you to smile at each other. She spits once more on your cock, applying a copious amount all over your shaft. You rubbed her cheeks with your thumb softly, Saerom giving your tip another chaste kiss.

“Here comes your favorite part, baby.” Saerom said as she tapped your cock on her tongue a few times, causing her eyes to form crescents at you in anticipation.

Knowing just what she wanted, you grabbed onto both sides of her head and pushed yourself into her mouth. Moaning from the extreme pleasure, you wasted no time by roughly bobbing her head up and down. Saerom’s bright, lust-filled eyes widened with delight as she gags from you taking control. Her eyes began to water as she hungrily accepted your throbbing, needy cock. She didn’t even need to talk for you to know your girlfriend was enjoying this from the sounds being emitted as she gargled a mouthful of cock. Her nails dug into your thighs painfully as she moved your body to come closer to her. You obliged, closing the distance as you grip onto her hair and made a makeshift ponytail, holding it tightly as you fuck her mouth even rougher than before. Her tongue and uvula vibrated on your shaft, adding another layer of stimulation as your girlfriend was taking your cock to her heart’s desire.

All sense of time was put to the wayside as you both savored the moment. You regretfully let go of Saerom’s head when she began tapping on your thighs. She coughs, catching her breath as drool spilled out of her mouth and began dripping from her chin onto your balls below. Saerom was a disheveled mess, the hard work she put into her hair and makeup were no longer visible. She runs her lips along your length, kissing it until she reaches the tip before doing the same on the other side. She spit on your cock once more, the all too familiar squelchy sounds you were used to hearing rang through both of your ears as she slowly stroked you.

“Look at my baby being so rough. Did you like using mommy’s throat?” she asked rhetorically, knowing full well what your answer would be. Feasting her eyes upon your cock, Saerom pondered what to do next. Giving your tip a few licks before twirling her tongue in a clockwise motion, you noticed a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

The two of you quickly removed your clothing, discarding it along the various empty seats nearby. Saerom gave your tip a deep kiss before turning around, letting you admire her beautifully sculpted backside. The result of many long hours at the gym and a serious training regimen, it made the already divine Saerom even more unreal. Your hands naturally went to her round, supple bottom. You gave each cheek a firm squeeze, earning a giggle from your girlfriend. Saerom moaned erotically once the palm of your hand made contact with the soft flesh.

She was on her hands and knees in front of you - waiting for the very thing you two enjoyed most. You grabbed your shaft and slid your tip up and down Saerom’s folds, feeling how drenched her needy pussy was. Having had enough of your teasing, she pushed her body against you, allowing you to enter.

“Fuck…” the two of you breathlessly moaned as Saerom’s insanely tight walls squeezed the life out of you and gripped onto your cock. Her wet cavern felt wonderful as you pushed yourself slowly inside her.

“B-Baby, you feel so good inside mommy…” Saerom moaned as you closed your eyes and savored this wonderful feeling. It was Saerom’s favorite position - and thankfully, yours as well. You allowed her time to adjust to your cock as her walls clinged onto you for dear life.

You started off slow, wanting the both of you to prolong the moment. You gave her several weak thrusts as you held onto Saerom’s wide hips. Gradually building up the pace from the initial comfortable rhythm, Saerom’s moans and wordless gaps began to steadily increase in volume. She was hot, wet, and tight - all things that never changed despite the two of you taking pleasure in each other’s bodies almost every single day. She took pride in suffocating your cock to the point where it started to hurt. Whether it be her mouth or her pussy, Saerom knew how to make the most of her wonderful body. The natural lubrication from her juices allowed you to eventually move in and out of her with relative ease.

“Fuck… Fuck mommy harder, baby.” Saerom whined.

“What does mommy want?” you asked, giving her butt harsh slaps on both cheeks.

“O-Oh, fuck! Fuck mommy harder!” She screamed. Grabbing Saerom’s toned arms, you held onto her wrists delicately, causing her body to raise upwards for support as your hips thrusted inside her pussy. The sounds of flesh against flesh filled the empty movie theater, making the video in front of you rendered obsolete compared to the true main event. You felt her clench her walls against your shaft as you fucked your girlfriend harder like she wished.

The sounds of Saerom’s plump ass smacking against your lower body turned you on even more, causing you to go harder and deeper inside her. The sight of her cheeks clapping together was sort of hypnotizing - as if mocking you that your current pace was still not enough. Her pussy continues to tighten deliciously around you as you kiss her sweaty back.

“You’re making mommy feel so good, baby!” Saerom said in a half scream, half moan. Every word was dripping with pure desire and lust. You released your hold on her wrists, causing her body to plop onto the theather’s leather-bound chair. This didn’t last long, however, as you grabbed onto Saerom’s long, beautiful hair and formed a makeshift ponytail. While her raven colored locks flowed freely like cascading waterfalls - of which earned her many compliments from friends and coworkers alike, Saerom always explained she wanted to try something new. The real reason she grew it out was she enjoyed having it pulled during sex. Especially in your current position behind her.

With one hand holding her hair, your other gripped tightly on her shoulder. You were afraid you were being a bit too rough and would leave a bruise, but the way her pussy tightened around you along with the clouded, lust-filled look she gave you was all you needed. You were quick right away, thrusting into Saerom without any sort of build up. This temporarily startled her, before the familiar sounds of wet flesh, her needy screams, and the movie in the background having become nothing more than an afterthought all combined to create a wonderful symphony of pleasure as you fucked your girlfriend until she announces the end was near.

“B-Baby… M-Mommy’s going to cum.” she managed to say in between your thrusts.

You went even faster and deeper - wanting to do everything you could in order for Saerom to chase her euphoric high. It doesn’t take very long until she does so, Saerom screaming the loudest she has so far as you feel her pussy pulsating around your cock as it tightens and suffocates you. Her juices flood your shaft as her body shakes, she certainly would have collapsed if not for you supporting her upper body. You felt her begin to leak profusely, staining your thighs, balls and the leather below. Each wave of pleasure coursed through your body as you give her several more weak thrusts in order to allow her to ride out her orgasm.

You grab one of Saerom’s breasts, squeezing it gently as you pull her hair softly and lay down on your back, allowing her to rest on top of you. The both of you are heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Saerom manages to weakly turn her head to its side as your lips meet hers. Each kiss was soft, full of satisfaction. Once you opened your eyes, you noticed hers were glazed over - returning to the beautiful amber color you always found yourself lost in. You held onto her hips and turned Saerom over so that your bodies were facing each other. Despite the exhaustion, her lower body began to grind itself against yours.

“Baby, you didn’t cum yet.” Saerom pouted. You felt her drenched folds coating your tip once more. It seemed once was never enough for her.

Saerom removed her body off you and got up on wobbly legs, grabbing your hands and helping you stand up. She gave the tip of your cock another kiss, sucking on it lightly before parting her lips and taking you inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, taking you all the way down to your base. You groaned as she tried her best to giggle through a mouth full of cock, the very action causing your underside to vibrate and add on another layer of pleasure. Her lips were sealed tight as the sounds of her slobbering all over your cock helped your fast approaching orgasm arrive even quicker.

“Fuck, mommy. I’m going to cum.” you announced as you felt a knot inside of you.

Saerom released your cock with a loud pop as she used her left hand to stroke you quickly, the lubrication of her mouth and juices helping make the task relatively easy. Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes looked right back at yours - eager for you to feel the same way you made her feel not even mere minutes ago. Your breaths became more shallow as she helped you reach your tipping point.

You weren’t even able to announce to Saerom that your orgasm arrived. You moaned loudly as your cock throbbed in her hand and you exploded all over her beautiful face. Thick ropes of cum are released in impressive speed as it paints her forehead. The next few land near her right eye, causing her to involuntarily close it. She continued stroking your length as you continued to release spurt after spurt of hot, thick semen. With the final two ropes landing on her cheek and her awaiting tongue, you felt all of the built up tension and pressure being released from your body as Saerom drains your balls dry. You opened your eyes and were surprised to see just how much you came on her face.

Saerom giggled as she cleans the leftover cum dribbling out of your slit, bobbing her head a few more times for good measure. She allowed you to admire your work, her chest heaving as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss at you. The two of you managed to finish just as the lights above turned on and the end credits of the film were starting to play. Saerom uses her fingers to trace all the spots she felt your load dripping down her face and puts it in her mouth.

“You taste so yummy, baby.” Saerom said. “Looks like mommy’s diet has been working out after all.”

The two of you quickly got dressed and hurried out of the theater before the cleaning employees arrived.

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For about a month now, Saerom got you onto a strict regimen. Making you cut out “useless” carbs, sugar, red meats - basically all of the foods you enjoyed. Knowing you would whine or complain, she always shut you up by implementing a no sex rule or edging you everyday until you complied. She had everything fully planned out down to the minute. It wasn’t easy, or fun, but the results spoke for themselves. You begrudgingly admit it was working… especially in regards to your increased sexual stamina.

After a quick change of clothes at home, the two of you are going to visit one of Saerom’s friends. She never said who - always wanting to keep things a mystery until the very last moment. Saerom held your hand tightly as the two of you entered the gym. Normally the unmistakable scent of sweat and loud grunts would be heard. But this particular gym was completely empty - not a soul in sight. You and Saerom sat at a nearby table. Asking her why you two were here instead of your usual gym, you hear a door near the weight rack open.

“Oppa! Unnie!”

You looked up and smiled. Noh Jisun - Saerom’s former roommate and someone you were quite close to who was as much of a fanatic about the gym as she was. The last time you saw her, her hair was much longer with a fringe style to cover her forehead. This time, her shoulder length hair was a deeper shade of brown. She styled it in a way that it parted more towards the left side of her head. She wore a simple outfit of a black v-neck shirt, gray leggings that complemented her curvy figure nicely, black socks, and a black and white windbreaker. She ran towards the two of you and hugged Saerom immediately. Your girlfriend reciprocated, happy to see her after so long. A few minutes later, she let go and turned to you.

“Hi, oppa.” Jisun said, smiling. You returned her smile and gave her a hug as well. She pulled you in tightly - you forgot how much she loved giving hugs. She left your embrace slightly before moving her head close to your ear.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun today.”

The hairs on the back of your neck raised as her words tingled inside your ear. It was a technique you heard many times early on during your relationship with Saerom. Jisun quickly became popular in an online community, with many tuning in to her videos and occasional livestreams. You never understood the appeal of people wanting to listen to someone whisper the entire time but respected Jisun making the most out of a niche demographic.

“What brings you guys over here?” Jisun asked.

“We wanted to visit and see how you were doing.” Saerom replied.

“It seems like you’re doing pretty well for yourself, Jisun.”

“I guess you can say that.” Jisun said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “The ASMR community loves my videos. I was able to save up enough to open up this place.”

“That’s so great!” Saerom said. “Look baby, she even has the weights you like!”

Looking to the direction your girlfriend was pointing at, you noticed differently colored plates of various sizes. While gradually being able to increase how much you could lift, you also enjoyed mixing the colors together. Not a single weight was out of place - something you personally didn’t enjoy seeing at your regular gym.

Saerom interlocks her fingers with yours. You smiled - she always knew how to calm you down whenever you felt anxious. Briefly looking at Jisun, you noticed a slight glimpse of anger in her eyes. Before you could say anything, Saerom pulled you along.

The tour of the gym was rather quick - Jisun quickly cycled through each of the machines as well as the rest area filled with goodies to indulge on. Upon reaching the Pilates room, Saerom wrapped her arms around your waist as she looked up at you lovingly.

“Isn’t this place great, baby? I’m so proud of Jisun.”

“Y-Yeah, really great.”

“I just remembered. I’ve been so busy lately I forgot to plan out the couple’s workouts like you asked. Sorry, unnie.” Jisun cutely said, pouting and looking down.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Saerom said cheerfully. “Would you be able to help out oppa though?”

“Sure! I’d love to.” Jisun said, looking at you with a mischievous smirk.

“Oppa’s been complaining about feeling stiff. I was hoping you could make sure every inch of him is relaxed.” “Every inch?” Jisun repeated, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Really make sure oppa releases all of the tension built up lately.” “Oh... I’ll have no problem doing that, unnie.” Jisun continued to tease by forming her cute small left hand into a fist and displaying a jerking off motion while miming her cheek being full.

Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Saerom puts on her headphones and goes to a nearby treadmill. You watched your girlfriend’s wide hips sway with each step as her plump ass jiggles, causing you to sigh loudly as you could feel yourself slightly hardening.

Feeling a hand cup your crotch is what brought you out of your daydream due to staring at your girlfriend’s lower body. You looked down at the owner of said hand and felt the breath taken away from you as Jisun squeezed a bit harder this time. Bringing her right hand to your face, you noticed the cute woman you were used to seeing was gone. Replacing her glazed over eyes was a look you know all too well.

“So, unnie wants me to help you feel relaxed? That’s no problem at all.” Jisun said in a sensual whisper, each word dripping with a honey-like tone. She unzipped her windbreaker, letting you see the outline of her breasts through the loose fitting v-neck shirt.

“Mommy will take good care of you, oppa.” She continued, untying the drawstring of your joggers.

“M-Mommy?”

“Don’t act surprised.” Jisun said, still maintaining her whisper-like tone. “I know unnie has been making you call her that ever since you would visit our old apartment.”

You were surprised to see this side of Jisun. The Jisun you remembered was conservative, someone who didn’t have much self-confidence and felt comfortable playing video games or being in front of a computer screen. It seemed being independent did wonders for her.

“Maybe mommy should take care of your lower body first, how does that sound?”

Yanking both your joggers and the underwear underneath, Jisun slowly descends into a kneeling position between your legs. Your cock is now exposed to the cool breeze coming from the air conditioning. It is a wonderful feeling, causing you to twitch slightly.

“Not bad… I can see why unnie liked having you over so much.” she said, her eyes trying to soak up as much of you as possible. Licking her lips hungrily, she grabs ahold of your base and gives you slow, agonizing licks until she reaches your tip. You instinctively closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan.

“Fuck…”

Jisun dragged her wet tongue on the underside of your shaft, painting a long stripe on the exposed flesh. When she reaches your tip, her tongue swirls around it, causing you to moan even more. Collecting the precum that is beginning to dribble out of your slit, she sucks on it lightly before replacing it with a generous amount of saliva. Using her tongue once more, she spreads it across every inch. You look down and see Jisun methodically lathering your cock until it is glistening from the overhead lighting. Once she is satisfied, she grips your shaft firmly and slowly begins stroking you.

She employs a familiar technique: counterclockwise motions and smooth up and down strokes. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, feeling the pleasure her wonderful small hand was providing you. Her hand moves up and down with ease thanks to her saliva. Your moans increase in volume the longer she continues.

“You like when mommy strokes your cock, don’t you baby?”

“It-It’s o-okay…” you replied, knowing full well you were lying.

“Hmph.” Jisun pouted, running her thumb across your slit. “Maybe this will change your mind.”

Slapping her cheeks with your hard cock, you felt Jisun blowing hot air onto your tip, causing you to throb in her hand. She lets out a giggle and kisses the tip of your cock before lining you in front of her mouth. With a simple part of her lips, you release a heavy breath as she engulfs your cock. 

Your hands hold onto the wall behind you as the pressure begins to build up, causing your eyes to close shut. Your moans continue as Jisun slowly bobs her head up and down. She takes the top half of your cock into her warm, wet mouth - each time sending waves of lust and pleasure coursing through your body. You feel her tongue dragging across the underside of your shaft. Forcing your eyes open, you look down and take in the fact that Saerom’s former roommate, Jisun was currently on her knees and looking at you while pleasuring you in a way you would have never imagined.

“Mommy, fuck… that feels so fucking good.” you moaned as your body was hypnotized by Jisun sucking your cock. You felt every muscle in your body relaxing as your cock was inside her hollowed mouth. Taking the initiative, you run your fingers through her dark brown locks before palming the back of her head. Jisun looks up at you and smiles through a mouthful of cock, happy you are enjoying every moment of her sinful act. Your hand follows along to her bobbing motions, guiding her rhythm before she temporarily retreats her mouth’s wonderful hold on you. Spitting a copious amount of saliva built up onto your shaft, she looks at you seductively as she slaps her bright pink tongue with your cock.

You looked out to see Saerom diligently exercising on the treadmill. All you could think about was how sweaty her back has become, and how good it would be to suck on her damp skin as you fuck her from behind. This, of course, does not go unnoticed by Jisun who pinches your inner thigh and causes you to slightly wince in pain as you see her slowly begin to remove her clothing.

“Mommy hasn’t been fucked in months and I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste.” Jisun said, as she removed her socks and slid her body hugging leggings down, revealing her creamy legs and wonderfully thick thighs. She makes a show of removing her shirt, leaving her in only a red lace bra and panty set. Despite feeling more self-confident, there is a hint of shyness from Jisun as she is mostly exposed to you for the very first time.

You always considered her to have a nice figure - but running her own gym and having a strict training regimen made the curvy parts of her body even more noticeable. The delicious line of her cleavage was enticing - you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in it. Jisun notices this and smiles.

“Now, now, baby. We don’t want unnie to hear mommy making you feel good, now do we?” Jisun said, placing a finger on her lips. It felt like a preemptive warning, a calm before the pleasure-induced storm. Stroking your cock several times in preparation, she opens her bra slightly in order to allow you in between her soft flesh. A soft moan escapes her lips as she wraps your shaft with her warm, perfect tits.

“Fuck, mommy...” you groaned softly, trying your best not to be too loud from the pressure quickly that striked you light a lightning bolt as Jisun takes you in and out of her hot cleavage. You were thankful Saerom wasn’t too close by and especially that she wore headphones as the sound of her treadmill helped mask the squelching sounds coming from Jisun’s tits moving up and down your cock. You sighed in content and looked down, seeing her push her breasts together against your shaft and squeezed you even tighter.

“Baby…” she moaned as she moved her large, soft flesh onto you. “You’re so hard for mommy.”

Jisun’s eyes were captivating - her soft voice causing your entire body to tingle as her breasts continued to wrap themselves tightly around your cock. Her cute features were replaced with pure lust and desire, currently focused on satisfying you. The tip and upper part of your cock constantly poked in and out between her soft flesh. Each thrust was delicious, wet and hot. Jisun was the master of pure seduction: each time you felt you were at your tipping point, she slowed down. After several minutes of teasing, she removes her heavy breasts from your cock.

“I don’t want you cumming just yet, baby.” Jisun said. “First, you have to make mommy feel good too.”

Removing the last of her clothing, you almost drooled as you finally saw Jisun fully naked. Not giving you ample time to admire her body, she leads you to one of the yoga mats nearby, pushing you gently on your back. She straddles your lap, rubbing her splayed lips on your cock. You moaned, feeling how wet she already was turned you on even more. She then dismounts your body and repositions herself, hovering just above your face. As your hands were about to hold onto her hips, she stopped you.

“No no no, bad boy. It’s rude to touch mommy without permission.”

She lowered her body just enough for you to feel the heat radiating from between her legs. It looked so soft, inviting. Jisun could sense your anxiousness as you squirmed underneath her.

“You want to eat mommy’s pussy don’t you, baby?” Jisun nonchalantly asked. 

“Well… there’s somewhere else I’d rather you eat instead.”

Lowering herself fully, you grabbed her plump ass, grabbing two handfuls of each cheek and squeezing as hard as you could. This caused Jisun to moan as your mouth met her forbidden orifice. You kissed her heavenly soft skin, parting her cheeks as your tongue painted the outer rim.

“Baby…” Jisun moaned as her tight muscles began to unclench and allow your tongue deeper entry. Satisfied with your minimal work so far, you continued to stimulate her asshole. Spreading her cheeks apart even more, you pushed your tongue inside her puckered hole.

Jisun is quickly overwhelmed by all of her senses being overstimulated at once, as you feel her juices slowly leaking out of her pussy and staining her thighs and your neck below. You swirl your tongue inside her ass, just as she did when she was sucking your cock. Each contact sent multiple shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. Despite Jisun getting progressively louder the longer you were buried inside her, both of you have little regard for anything else, only focusing on each other. She pushes her pillowy soft ass against you even more, frantically trying to chase her own pleasure.

“You’re making mommy feel so good, baby.” Jisun said, feeling your mouth and tongue drench her inner asshole with your saliva.

Gripping onto her asscheeks even harder, you move your face from side to side. This causes Jisun to scream loudly as another wave of stimulation is added to her rapidly sensitive body. She is beginning to lose control of her senses as your tongue thrusts deep inside her asshole.

“Baby… oh my- fuck!”

She arches her back completely straight as you remove one hand from her asscheek and move your way between her thick thighs. Easily finding her clit, you rubbed it with the pad of your thumb. Doing your best to keep her from bucking her hips uncontrollably, you stimulate Jisun on both parts of her lower body.

“Baby… that feels so good. That feels so good. I-I’m gonna cum!” Desperation could be heard in Jisun’s voice as you continued to provide her with the pleasure she hadn’t received in so long. Each flick of your tongue caused her to tilt her head back. You knew it wouldn’t be much longer - rubbing your thumb on her clit furiously as you squeezed her asscheek and buried your tongue as deep as it could go.

“Baby, mommy’s cumming!” Jisun screamed as she finally succumbed to her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly as you struggled to hold her in place. Your tongue was firmly lodged inside her asshole, doing its best to not let go as long, sultry moans escape her beautifully soft lips. Her thighs are stained with her sweet nectar, causing it to dribble down onto your chin and neck. Her orgasm lasts for several minutes, repeated aftershocks causing her sensitive body to rub itself against your face.

“H-Holy shit, baby.” Jisun said once the both of you felt her body finally return to normal. She buried your face deeper inside one last time before finally dismounting. Each heave of her chest allowed you to see her large breasts move up and down. A thin layer of sweat formed on her body as she smiled at you sweetly.

“Has unnie let you fuck her thighs before?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“Guess that’s another thing mommy will help you out with.” Jisun said as she helped you to your feet.

She spit on your cock several times to help lubricate it once more. The two of you are now facing each other. Jisun strokes your shaft back to full hardness before rubbing it against her inner thighs. They instinctively sandwich your shaft as the mixture of her saliva and nectar from her orgasm allow you to slip in between. Both of you let out a satisfied moan as your cock grinds against Jisun’s lips and her delicious thighs.

Her thighs were the perfect mix of muscular and thick. They possessed a unique softness to them, with Saerom’s being mostly muscular as you felt her slowly leaking onto your cock once again. Fucking her breasts was certainly enjoyable, but her thighs were thick, wide - and warm. Your newfound appreciation for Jisun’s body helped stimulate you even more as the two of you kissed each other. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably underneath her hot walls as you squeezed her asscheeks once more. This helped you increase your pace, her natural wetness allowing your cock to glide between her suffocatingly thick thighs. Jisun’s body was taking the euphoric feeling of outercourse to new heights - the two of you moaning in each other’s mouths. You savored the feeling of her creamy thighs and ass jiggling against your body with each thrust. The tip of your cock grazes her cheeks while your balls bounce against each side of her thighs wildly. The two of you could feel the pressure building up inside. You take this opportunity to gradually lower the speed of your thrusts, both of you disconnecting from each other’s lips as you press your foreheads together and breathe heavily.

“Y-You’ll fuck mommy now, won’t you baby?” Jisun pleaded. Her eyes contained a soft sadness to them, desperation in her voice.

Jisun wraps her muscular legs around your torso and causes you to fall back onto the yoga mat. Making sure she wasn’t too rough, she smiled as she straddled your lap. The lust-filled gaze on her face causes you to gulp in slight nervousness as she takes your hard shaft in her hand, stroking you before impaling herself on your cock.

Her tight walls hugged your cock instantly. Her hips meet yours, causing Jisun to release an erotic moan at the feeling of being filled. She arches her body in the same manner she did when you were eating her ass, taking you in and out of her wanton body. Your hard cock slides at a pace with zero regard for you or your comfort.

Jisun braces herself on your chest by firmly planting her hands, creating the wonderful side effect of her breasts being pressed together, giving you a delicious looking sight of the very same cleavage that made you salivate when from her earlier titfuck. Jisun’s breasts bounced up and down hypnotically as she rode you. Her previously glazed over eyes were now replaced with a determined, almost angry look. She seemed to be working out the frustration and anger that built up from her time as Saerom’s roommate, using your cock as an outlet with each thrust of her hips.

She bit her lower lip seductively, doubling as a way to prevent herself from moaning or gasping too loud and letting Saerom hear what was going on.

“D-Do you know how much you turned me on, oppa?” Jisun asked as she slammed her body up and down your cock. “How wet I got hearing you fuck Saerom unnie? How hearing you call her mommy made me want you to call me that too?”

Her moans quickly turn into loud screams that echo throughout the room as you relish in the fact that her pussy was even tighter than Saerom’s. Both of you soon find a comfortable rhythm as Jisun grabs your hands  and interlocks them with her own. As she slams her body on yours harder and harder, her eyes roll to the back of her head from how your cock causes her to lose control of her senses. Her mouth is agape, letting noiseless screams of pleasure escape as the sound of wet skin loudly colliding with wet skin helps create a harmonious wave of euphoria. Jisun’s butt rubs against your thighs as your balls touch her lower pussy lips.

“Fuck! Just like that, baby.” Jisun yells in between bounces. “Harder. Keep fucking mommy harder!”

Your worries about Saerom hearing you both were a distant afterthought as you could only focus on the beautiful woman enjoying herself on top of you. With her hands now returning to being firmly placed on your chest for support, you begin squeezing her large tits, marveling at how heavy, yet soft they were. You squeeze both at the same time, pinching her erect nipples before giving each a firm slap.

“Holy shit…” Jisun erotically screamed. “Slap mommy’s tits again!”

You granted her demand, giving each several slaps as you alternated between slapping and rubbing the tender skin.

Jisun’s body shook with pleasure - her breathing became more erratic as the sensations of stimulating her breasts and pussy were causing her to go insane. The moment the tip of your cock reached a certain spot deep inside, Jisun screamed loudly and kept you buried into her hilt. Her body tenses up as she feels an overwhelming sense of pleasure flow from the top of her head to her toes, causing them to curl up. Her body shook violently as you felt your cock flooded by her juices. Her second orgasm was a lot stronger -  hitting with such force that it almost pushed your cock out of her body.

You bounced Jisun on your cock slowly several more times as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to occur. Her muscles gradually loosen up and she looks at you with a fully satisfied smile, her eyes glazed over in satisfaction. She leans down and captures your lips, thanking you for making her feel good. 

You temporarily retreat from her freshly fucked pussy, causing Jisun to whimper as she gets on her hands and knees on the yoga mat.

“Fuck mommy’s ass, baby.”

Each word was dripping with pure lust and a desire to be filled.

Grabbing Jisun’s toned arms, you pushed her face onto the mat. You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few times with your cock, teasing her by sliding your cock between her cheeks. While you got a taste of it earlier, Saerom’s constant teasing about entering her other hole made Jisun’s wish for you to fuck her there all the more enticing. She moaned at your initial penetration into the tight muscle, her warm cavern constricting you.

“Fuck…” she moaned into the mat.

“Mommy’s ass is so tight.” you said, slowly thrusting in and out of her hole.

Her warm walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your torso. While you so desperately wanted to savor the moment, you knew it wouldn’t be long before your orgasm would be too much to suppress. Knowing this, you picked up the pace and held onto Jisun’s arms tightly as you fucked her from behind.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” She managed to scream between each thrust. The two of you were sweating heavily as you worked together to help you achieve the same bliss you have given her.

You gritted your teeth - fucking Jisun as hard as you could. Your orgasm could be felt throughout your entire body when it finally arrived. You thrusted deep inside her, moaning loudly as her walls wrapped tightly around your cock, pulsating as you released thick, hot semen inside her ass. Jisun came immediately right after, her climax less intense than earlier, but feeling just as good.

“That was… holy fuck...” Jisun weakly said as she tried her best to recover. “I need to get fucked like this again.”

You turned her around and kissed each other on the lips, breathing a sigh of relief as you ran your fingers through her hair. The two of you were so exhausted and focused on one another you failed to hear the door open.

“Well, well, well.”

The two of you panicked and saw Saerom staring at you both with her arms crossed, tapping her foot as she witnessed the aftermath of what just happened.

“M-Mommy, I c-can explain…”

“You finished your workout that quickly?” Jisun asked.

“How could I not when your screams filled the entire gym.”

Saerom got on her knees and brought her index finger to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. You were terrified, watching as her big beautiful eyes met yours.

“You know better than to fuck someone else without mommy’s permission.” Saerom said. “Though I will admit it was pretty hot, baby.”

“How much did you hear?” you asked.

“Why don’t you find out yourself?” she said, putting her headphones on your ears. Expecting to hear something, anything - you were surprised to learn there was nothing at all.

“Mommy heard everything, baby.”

Saerom wasted no time peeling each layer of clothing off her body, causing your cock to throb at the sight of your naked girlfriend before you. She massages her breasts, moaning as she pinches her nipples.

“Jisun.”

“Y-Yes, mommy?”

“Why don’t we both make him feel good?”

“I have just the thing to help us out.” Jisun said. Reaching into the pocket of her windbreaker, she pulls out a clear plastic bottle. She squeezes a generous amount on Saerom’s breasts, with Saerom reciprocating the favor to Jisun. Both of them have a wicked glint in their eyes as they lather your cock with it as well. Stroking you to make sure you were evenly covered, both women got on opposite sides of you.

Pushing their breasts together, they sandwich your cock in between. Having experienced being trapped by each chest separately, there were no words to describe how it felt when they both rubbed themselves against you. The friction their tits created was heavenly as the wet flesh covered your cock, only allowing your tip to be visible.

“Like that, baby?” Saerom asked.

“You like mommy’s tits more, don’t you baby?” Jisun asked, moaning as her nipples brushed against Saerom’s.

“Oh, please.” Saerom said, rolling her eyes. “Your tits aren’t that great.”

“I bet I can get more of his cum on my tits than yours.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Saerom said as she picked up the pace. Both pairs of breasts began to squeeze and massage your cock, trapping it in between the warmth of their heavenly flesh. 

It was the end to a perfect, stamina draining day. You only hoped this wouldn’t be the last time Saerom and you would be visiting Jisun’s gym.

--

An unlocked phone vibrated, signaling a new message arrived. Attached was a picture of a woman flashing a peace sign to the camera against a beige background with her looking slightly sultry.

[10:00 PM]: Oppa! I’m coming to visit! See you soon! 🧡

[sunnyville36]

First star I see tonight

Requested from anon

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Themes/warnings: **allusions to trouble sleeping, insomnia**, late night/early morning dates, Chan being a soft and tender boy™️, so much fluff like a LOT of fluffiness

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is not meant to be used as a model of behavior to support all those who have trouble sleeping or sleep disorders. Reader in this scenario knows what Chan's character deals with, knows he has treatment and support systems available if/when he needs or wants them, and behaves the way they do at the request of his character

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There’s something special about that time of night, where one day turns into another.  You read somewhere once that people like you found comfort in it because it was the one time where everyone else was asleep, where you were free from the demands of others.  The part of the day you had control over.  And you suppose that theory was right in your case.

So you never have a problem waiting up for Chan.  You know he loses himself in his work; comes home sometimes too restless to fall asleep right away.  While you care deeply about him getting the proper rest, you never want to make him feel pressured by you.  So the two of you venture out, him in his hoodie and you in your woolen cardigan, usually to walk the paths along the Han river.

That’s exactly where you are tonight, following the path lit up by the light of the lamp posts.  When it’s this late (or should you say early) you never feel rushed, meandering arm in arm slowly down the sidewalk, taking in the city and each other’s presence.  His busy schedule means you don’t get a ton of time together, so you appreciate every moment you do, whether it’s listening to him gush about his latest project or simply holding hands in peaceful silence.

You come upon a fork in the path, and the grassy spot between the two diverging trails is covered in tiny bunches of white and yellow flowers.  Some might call them weeds, but you’ve always thought they were a sign of nature’s beauty, especially now, when the light from the lamp post is giving them a delicate glow.  Your companion follows your gaze, catching sight of the little buds, and plucks a couple from the ground, holding them out to you.  “Just like you,” he says, dramatically bringing the other hand to his heart, eyes glinting with mirth, “the light in my darkest of nights.”

“Channn,” you fake whine, blushing at his cheesiness and hiding your head in his shoulder.  He takes the opportunity to put the little flowers behind your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and whispering a simple “Thank you for being with me.”

---

It’s 1 AM and you’re heading over to Chan, planning to surprise him with some homemade food at the JYP building where he’s been holed up all day.  Making your way past the front desk and up to his studio, you knock lightly on the door, his head turning to see you raise your loosely packed bag of food.

“Up for a late-night snack?”

Down in the courtyard, you set out what you brought on one of the round patio tables, Chan sliding into the chair next to you with a blanket draped around him.

“Jjapaguri?!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up at the sight of your huge container of noodles.

“And mochi for dessert,” you answer, incapable of stopping the smile that takes over your face from his little fist shakes of excitement.

He scarfs up the noodles like you knew he would, raving about how good you’ve gotten at making them.  You tell him about the class you’ve been working on all day, about how you’re excited for the date the two of you have been planning for the weekend.  When it’s time for dessert, you each take your little mochi and hold them up, bringing them together to “toast” like you would champagne glasses.  In his other hand, Chan records your tradition on his phone like he always does, saving the short looping video before taking a huge bite into his ice cream.

His mouth is still full when you whisper, “You know what Bin would say about this?”  And after a moment of silence for him to swallow…

“You’ll get a stomach ulcer!” you declare in unison, both cackling at your rather poor impressions of Stray Kids’ resident wisdom-giver.

“I’d say these are worth it,” he says, extending the blanket to wrap around you as well.

You smile back, scooching closer to rest your head on his shoulder.  “I would too.”

---

It’s especially late for Chan to be out, but the boys have the next few days off, so you’re not too worried.  A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the door opening and his voice calling your name.

“In here!” you reply, and wait for your boyfriend to find you in the living room.

He comes around the corner of the hallway, and you’re immediately struck by how nice he looks, his loose white button up giving his skin a pretty glow.

“What’s the special occasion?” you ask.

“Oh nothing,” he replies nonchalantly.  “Come on, I want to show you something.”

He leads you out into the hallway and to the elevator, punching in the button for the top floor of the dorm.  You keep quiet, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise it is he has in store for you.  At the top level, he takes you to another tiny staircase that you assume leads to the roof, his hands coming up behind you to cover your eyes as you reach the door at the top.

“Okay, no peeking!”

He guides you out the door into the warm night air and across the roof a little before removing his hands with a “Surprise!”

You open your eyes to see a tiny two-person table adorned with candles and a thin-stemmed vase with flowers.  Two plates of food and a bottle of wine are set out, and soft music is playing from somewhere in the background.

“Chris…” you breathe out, almost lost for words.

“I got special permission to bring you up here,” he says, arms snaking around your waist.  “So we could have a real late-night date.”

This is the most extravagant, thoughtful, and romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you.  “It’s beautiful,” you manage to whisper as he walks you to the table, pulling your chair out for you.

“After you, my love.”

The two of you spend the next few hours on your special date, catching up on everything you’ve been doing and enjoying the serene quiet of the city at this hour.  The food is delicious, and you can’t bring yourself to take your eyes off your boyfriend for any longer than a few seconds, absolutely wonderstruck by how lucky you are to be with him.

You’re preparing to head back downstairs when Chan moves his chair closer to you, holding out his phone.  “I have a little something for you, Y/n.”  He places the phone in your hands and taps the screen, your heart beating in anticipation.

What appears is a video, a montage of photos and videos of the two of you from all of your early morning adventures over the last year.  The images are set to a soft instrumental, one that sounds very similar to one he played for you the other night that you mentioned was one of your favorites.  And overlaid with the music is Chan’s melodic voice, quietly reciting...

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight

Some of the pictures you recognize; the obligatory thumbs up selfie you’d taken with the similarly-formed sculpture in Olympic Park just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, the mochi “toast” from your impromptu meal a few weeks ago.  But many are ones you’ve never seen before; ones of you.  One of you looking out at the sunrise from a grassy spot you stargazed in one night; one of you walking along the river, your form framed against the backdrop of the city lights.  You never noticed him taking these photos of you, and there’s something so intimate about having your partner catch glimpses of you no one else has seen, capturing you as a living memory.

As the video comes to a close, you hear Chan’s voice whisper one last line.

You are my wish forever Y/n

Near tears, you wrap him in the tightest embrace you possibly can, his arms circling around you to reciprocate.  You’re overwhelmed by the emotion of what it feels like to love a man like him and be loved in return, so you let him hold you for a long while, cherishing every second.  When you finally pull back, you take his face in your hands, wanting to make sure he hears what you’re about to say.

“Thank you, Chris.  You are my forever wish.”

---

Is there really a thumb sculpture in Seoul's Olympic Park? Yes!

As always, happy to hear your thoughts, and thank you for reading!

[baepsaesbae]

Masked Windfall

Pairing— Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k                                                                                         

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger. 

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!�� the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

Published January 7, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020-2021 Baepsaesbae

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Cardigan - Rafe Cameron

Request: heyy for the ts anthology, can u do one for cardigan with rafe? love ur writing🤍 

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The summer you turned thirteen was the same summer your dad showed up again. Driving the same lemon of a car that he’d pulled out of the driveway in when you were six, he looked like he hadn’t aged. Or maybe you just didn’t remember him all that well because his face felt the same but you were different. When you missed your best friend’s birthday, a trip to the gymnastics gym on the mainland and a towering cake with fondant replicas of all her favorite things, she was rightly pissed.  

Thirteen felt monumental, like the movie the two of you had snuck onto your mom’s Verizon bill, and you had both made a pact that you would be there for each other no matter what. That promise included birthdays and, more seriously, dads who showed up after seven years of radio silence because they didn’t want to “miss anything else”. But you didn’t mention your dad because hers was so great and you felt a little like you were floating on an island and no one could understand you enough to reach it. But then you missed her birthday and she swore not to speak to you and that felt more crushing than the dad thing until her brother stepped in. Always the one playing referee in when you fought, Rafe was a few years older and, in your mind, a lot smarter.  

It felt pretty important that an older boy would make the time to talk to you, especially when he had to know that his sister was avoiding you at all costs. He’d just gotten his permit and, like any good brother, showed up in the car he wasn’t supposed to drive with a minor in the passenger seat, to take you around the island for the afternoon.  

“My mom said she thinks we’re gonna move.” You mentioned, less casually than you would’ve hoped. The windows in the truck were rolled down and you had your legs up, feet placed precariously on the window ledge. There was a particularly nasty bruise on your knee from falling off your skateboard three days ago and a few short hairs you’d missed shaving. You were relatively new to both shaving and skateboarding so there were bound to be mistakes, you just wished they were less visible.  

“Off the island?” Rafe asked, concern etched into his tone. You assumed the concern was for his sister, what would Sarah do if you moved? Who would put up with all her antics?

You shook your head, “to the cut.”

“Why?”

“She can’t afford the house on her own anymore and my dad has been lousy with child support.” You repeated back all the things she had said to you. Why she didn’t take him to court like the other kid in your grade with divorced parents was beyond you. Rose told her that it was the only way to ensure he paid what he was supposed to but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to hold him accountable.  

Can’t believe you’re gonna be a pogue.” He said it like it meant something worse than you moving to the mainland.

“It’s not forever. My grandma’s house is there, we’re gonna stay with her until we can get back up on our feet.” You shrugged, “at least my dad’ll stay away then.”

But you dad wasn’t the only one who kept their distance. It felt like the distinction over your mother’s life choices held a greater impact on your friends than they had let on. A year into pogue life and Rafe seemed to disappear almost completely. It had always been an odd kind of friendship in the first place but you’d thought that it could’ve withstood a change in address.  

Sarah kept in touch, unbothered by labels or mailing addresses. She’d been to your grandma’s a hundred times before you moved and she continued to go there to see you after. The two of you played in the backyard, doing tricks on the trampoline until gossiping about kids at school became more important than cartwheels. You’d lay there whispering as if someone might overhear, telling each other stories from the week that you were separated. Rafe always came to pick her up, staying in the car and honking the horn for her but never coming over to see you.  

It felt a little lonely even though you technically retained most of your friends.  

-

In tenth grade you got the role of Eponine in the teen camp production of Les Miserables that the local theatre was putting on. You were technically sharing the role with another girl your age but you couldn’t help being excited nonetheless. The boy playing Marius was in two of your classes, a senior who had lofty city dreams and a nice smile. He flirted almost constantly with you, brushing your hair back, telling you how pretty you were, inviting you out after practice. You told Sarah you were “pretty sure” you were on your way to having your first real boyfriend.  

But maybe the ominous casting of Eponine over your life should’ve been hint enough that things weren’t destined to work out that way. The boy who played Marius had an actual girlfriend, home from vacationing with her family in time to watch her boyfriend on stage, and you were supposed to accept that he was just “connecting to the character” when he was with you. Either way, your On My Own struck a different chord in you and after the show was over you didn’t join the other cast members in the lobby to greet people.  

“So when you get to New York...do I get to leak all those videos of you and Sarah doing your Genie in a Bottle routine?” Rafe asked, pulling a chair next to you at the makeup table. Yours was halfway off but you’d stopped scrubbing at your face to stare at yourself in the mirror. Self-pity was a powerful procrastinator.

“You’re supposed to be in the lobby.” You pointed out, ignoring his comment, “I look like a ghost raccoon that just climbed out of a dumpster.  

“Now there’s an analogy.” He laughed and picked up the cotton pads you had sitting on the counter, soaking one in micellar water and turning your head to face him.  

You bit your bottom lip as you tried to keep your composure. It’d been a while since you and Rafe had been alone and last time he was just your best friend’s cute older brother. Too old for you and way out of your league but you were fifteen now and seventeen didn’t feel so far away.  

But Sarah was your best friend and she would be mortified if she found out that you had even entertained the idea of her brother, let alone had serious thoughts about it.  

“I’m sorry,” you said as he swiped the cotton pad over your cheek.

“What for?”  

“I know we’re all supposed to go out tonight for dinner but I kinda just wanna go home.” You replied.  

“Sarah might’ve let it slip about-”

You groaned, “don’t even say his name.” You weren’t sure if it was embarrassment at having let yourself totally believe he liked you but hearing Rafe bring it up made you feel even worse.

“Hey, you’re so much better than that loser,” He insisted, “I’ll beat the crap outta him though, just say the word.”

-

It was that same year, just as school was ending, that you turned sixteen. A short stay in the cut at your grandma’s house had helped your mom get back on her feet. A new job, better than the one that let her go, afforded a moderately sized house back on Figure Eight and a birthday with all the friends that had left the two of you behind.  

Sixteen felt a little more important than thirteen had, especially because, for two whole weeks, time suspended and you were technically only a year younger than Rafe. You still hadn’t told Sarah that you liked her brother, though she did seem a little suspicious when the crush on your co-star dissipated almost overnight. The boys of the past had no hold over your growing infatuation with Rafe. Maybe it was foolish but you couldn’t help thinking that maybe it wasn’t.  

Especially not when he showed up at your house the same way he had when you were thirteen, though this time he had his actual license and not just a permit. He told you it was birthday drive around the island, that he was in charge of stalling you while Sarah set up a surprise party at your house.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to tell me that it’s a surprise.” You teased, sipping at the iced coffee that Rafe had brought you when he picked you up. You swished the ice around once before sipping again.  

“It’s a party either way.” Rafe replied, shrugging his shoulder.  

“So, we’re just driving around until she texts you?” You asked. Rafe turned into the Island Club, circling the parking lot once and then turning back around.  

“I’m yours until Sarah says otherwise.” He said, the words erupting butterflies in your stomach. You could practically feel yourself heat up thinking about what those words could mean if he wasn’t just your best friend’s brother.  

“Well...then do you wanna go to the beach?” You suggested, “Jaxon showed me this really cool spot on the south side that’s practically hidden.”

“Jaxon?” Rafe sounded judgmental when he said the other boy’s name, whether he meant to or not.  

“Yea, we’ve been on a couple dates. You know him, he took me to prom,” you supplied, thinking of the way Rafe had sulked on the staircase while you and Sarah had gotten your pictures taken on the front lawn of Tanney Hill. The last picture in the bunch, despite his sulkiness, was of you and Rafe. You’d asked and he had obliged, coming down onto the porch to take a picture with you before everyone left for the dance.  

It was your favorite picture, even more than the countless ones of you and Sarah or the few of you and Jaxon. He was just a place holder anyway, someone to take your mind off the thing you couldn’t have. Not that it was working, especially when you were driving around with Rafe at the moment.  

“I remember him.” Rafe replied, “so this special part of the beach?”

“It’s so pretty.” You confirmed, “Sarah and I went there a couple weeks ago but she only ever wants to sunbathe.”  

“Don’t say it like you’re surprised.” He said, pulling his car off to the side of the road when you told him to.  

You were out of the car first, letting the door fall shut behind you as you headed up the wooden ramp to the beach. The drop off at the top was a little steeper here than anywhere else, the beach mostly desolate. You stopped at the top of the walkway, turning back to wait for Rafe. He was standing at the bottom of the ramp staring up at you.  

“Are you coming up or what?” You called.  

“Yeah,” he nodded, walking up the path to you.  

“I know Sarah’s planning a big birthday for me, but I’d much rather have this...” you admitted, “just like, coming out to the beach with you...”  

“Oh yeah?” He asked, grinning down at you.  

“Don’t tell Sarah,” you joked, “she’ll be mad-”

“Why, cause I’m your favorite Cameron?”

Maybe it was being sixteen or maybe it was that you were feeling particularly bold, out here on the beach with just Rafe, no threat of prying eyes to interrupt you. Either way, you had been thinking about telling him for a while now and it felt like the time...even if getting rejected ran the risk of ruining your birthday.  

“I know I’m just Sarah’s best friend but...I really like you Rafe.” You said, “and I know it’s like a million to one that you like me back but I just felt like I would explode if I didn’t tell you.” You waited a beat for him to say something and when he didn’t you kept talking, “Sorry, I know this is so weird-”

“It’s not weird.” Rafe cut you off, “I’m just shocked that you seriously think I only see you as Sarah’s best friend.” His tone was teasing as he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek. “You’re so much more than that.”

-

It was Sarah who told you, days before your eighteenth birthday. She’d seen Rafe with someone else when her family took a weekend trip out to Chapel Hill to see a game. There was a girl there, hanging all over her brother. He swore she was just a friend, told Sarah not to tell you, but Sarah wasn’t dumb and she wouldn’t help her brother cover up an indiscretion. So she told you flat out that her brother was cheating on you.  

When Sarah first found out that you and Rafe were dating, she had been as mad as her thirteenth birthday. How could you go behind her back and date her brother? The anger dissipated slowly, over the course of the summer it became clear that were not going to leave her in the dust for Rafe. She wasn’t wholly supportive of the relationship but she was supportive of you and if Rafe was who you wanted to be with than she’d be happy for you.  

But if she had to choose, it would always be you over Rafe.  

“I didn’t want to tell you, I really thought about not saying anything but...you deserve to know.” It was the justification she used as your face fell, all the giddiness from planning your eighteenth birthday fading in the blink of an eye.  

“He cheated?” And it felt like a punch to the gut. “Are you sure?”

“He said she was just a friend but...I don’t hang on my friends like that.” Sarah remarked.  

You fiddled with the phone in your lap, Sarah’s comments turning over in your head. You could refute them, tell her that you’d just talked to him the night before and he told you how excited he was to see you, how much he loved you. He’d used the word love...that had to mean something right? You could call him, ask him straight away if he was actually cheating, but you suspected that he would only lie to you. And if he wasn’t cheating, if he did tell the truth, would you believe him? Sarah was your best friend and once she had planted the seeds of doubt in you, they seemed to flourish there.  

You didn’t say anything else about it to Sarah that night and when Rafe called to talk, like he always did, you pretended that everything was fine. But that could only last for so long. A week before your party, on the same special part of the beach that Rafe had first kissed you, things ended. Rafe had sworn to Sarah that the girl at school was just a friend but he couldn’t lie to you, and he didn’t try to either.  

“It was a mistake,” he insisted, as if it was the type of thing you could brush off.  

“But you still made it.” You replied.  

“I didn’t mean to.” Rafe didn’t have any good reasons for why he had cheated on, only that he had and that, since you now knew, he was apologetic. “I don’t even talk to that girl anymore. She meant nothing to me.”

“Obviously she meant more than we did.”  

Rafe had been it for you for a long time. He seemed so out of your league and you had thought a million times that you would’ve done anything for him. He was the ideal for everything that you wanted and for a while, when you had it, had him, it had felt like a dream. But now you were waking up to reality and it wasn’t a sunset on the beach.  

“I love you.” He said it like it was something you were neglecting to remember.  

“Not enough.”  

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chapter three: anew

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Summary: Seto Kaiba has been presumed dead for four years after the events of Dark Side of Dimensions. His return causes both unresolved feelings of grief to be brought to the surface and the past to be dragged right back up. In hopes of helping Seto move on and reintegrate back into society at large, Mokuba asks Yugi to work on Spherium II with Seto. Never one to leave a friend hanging, Yugi agrees. Over the course of the project, Seto and Yugi both come to terms with their mutual grief and grow towards a better understanding of each other.

Rating: T

Ships: Yugi Mutou/Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba/Rebecca Hopkins, Katusya Jonouchi/Mai Kujaku

Warnings: aged up characters, grief, references to suicide

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“I sold the mansion.”

That was the only explanation Mokuba gave when they drove the wrong way home from the hospital when Seto was eventually released. He supposed as far as explanations go, it was a good one. “Then where do you live?”

“In a one bedroom apartment in downtown Domino,” Mokuba said, texting someone. Whoever it was was labeled as ‘loml’. Who was Loml? The person’s grasp on Japanese was shaky and substituted English words in quotes, leading Kaiba to believe Loml was probably foreign. Mokuba had texted that he had picked up Seto. Before Seto could read further, Mokuba pulled the phone out of his line of sight. “Stop reading my text messages or I’ll drop you off at a hotel.”

“Maybe I’d prefer a hotel,” Seto grumbled. He was annoyed that it had taken so long to discharge him. He wasn’t sure why they felt the need to keep him for observation for almost a month. “I don’t see why I have to sleep on your couch.”

“The doctor thinks that you would heal better under supervision from family, since your concussion didn’t heal as well as it should have,” Mokuba countered, exchanging a glance with Isono briefly. Seto still thought the doctor had been off base for insisting that his concussion was still persistent. As far as Seto was concerned, he’d already healed. He felt great. He was certain Mokuba was keeping something from him, but he didn’t know what. “Plus… I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to be alone.”

“And as for why I can’t drive?”

“Your license expired while you were gone,” Isono interjected, another shared glance with Mokuba that frustrated Seto. “You will need to get a new one, Mr. Kaiba.”

“Things like that tend to happen when you’re gone for four years, bro,” Mokuba said, the word “bro” sounding a little strained. Seto hadn’t wanted to notice before that Mokuba seemed a little stiffer than he used to. He noticed now. It was impossible to not notice the way Mokuba was trying so hard to pretend like four years hadn’t disappeared. Every time the missing years were mentioned, Mokuba tried to change the subject. Mokuba forced a grin. “Means you got a lot of catching up to do!”

He didn’t know how to respond to that so he didn’t.

The apartment complex Isono drove them to was clean and modern. It was also a lot more vertical than he would have thought when Mokuba had mentioned living in a one bedroom apartment. He wasn’t certain what he’d expected, but the building looked more like a skyscraper than a place of residence. “I’ll take care of making sure Mr. Kaiba’s things get here,” Isono said to Mokuba. “For now, you should make sure he gets settled.”

Mokuba nodded. “Thank you, Isono,” he said as Isono parked the car in front of a set of elevators. “Come on, bro. The elevators will take us right outside my door.”

“Is that safe?”

Mokuba laughed as he pulled out what looked to be a key card. “You can only get to the floor if you have a key,” he said. “I’ll have Isono get you a key later.”

The elevator doors slid open and Seto was taken aback by how industrial it looked. He followed Mokuba’s lead, though. It was strange to think of Mokuba living in a place like this by himself. Why did he sell the mansion? Was it just too tied to bad memories? Had he always wanted to sell the mansion? A bunch of questions that Seto had no answer for and had no intention of voicing aloud. Mokuba swiped a card that had “home” written on it in someone else’s handwriting and pressed a button for the fifteenth floor. That was high up. It was also… Seto pushed the thought aside.

The entranceway to Mokuba’s front door was grandiose, too. A couple of plants surrounded them on slick marble tiles and a picture of the Golden Gate bridge existed to his left on linen white walls. To his right, a bunch of pictures of various horses were all over the wall with gold placards underneath that he didn’t bother to read. He noted the source of light - a glass chandelier with gold trim. A couple of photos of Mokuba with Yugi and his friends, a couple pictures of a blonde girl that looked a lot like Rebecca Hopkins with her arm thrown around Mokuba… though… When did Mokuba start to like horses so much? Has he always liked horses? He didn’t have long to process the photos when his brother opened the door to the foyer. Natural light from the windows drifted right into the foyer, illuminating that the place was spotless.

It opened right into the living room, which had a massive L shaped couch in front of a large TV. The TV had a lot of game consoles hooked up to it, Seto noted. Another thing he noted was that it seemed like the place was designed to entertain guests. The foyer opening into the living room was just the start of it. The only thing that separated the living room from the kitchen to the left was a bar that had fresh cut flowers and bar stools lining it. Wine glasses hung above the bar and seemed to have a lot of light sources. There was a spiral staircase by the kitchen that led right up into a lofty area above them. “The room’s upstairs,” Mokuba said quietly as he hung his key on a rack. “There’s a guest bathroom over there,” Mokuba remarked as he pointed to a hallway to the left. “But it doesn’t have a shower, so you’ll have to use the shower in my bedroom. Don’t use the bathtub.”

A strange request but Kaiba felt no need to pry. “So you don’t often have people stay the night?”

“Wouldn’t say that,” Mokuba said. “C’mon, I’ll show you where the shower is.”

Once again, he was following Mokuba. There was a series of framed photographs on the wall on the way to the bedroom. One appeared to be a picture of Professor Hopkins and Sugoruko Mutou but… maybe a few years younger? Why would Mokuba have this? A photo of Mokuba with Rebecca Hopkins from the KC Grand Prix was prominently framed in the center of the hallway. In fact, it seemed like all the photos were designed to draw the eye to this one photo. Perhaps his friendship with Rebecca was much closer than Seto had originally thought. Then again… he hadn’t really been paying attention.

Mokuba opened the bedroom door and once again, natural light streamed everywhere. An ornate desk sat in front of the windows with a stack of engineering books and sticky notes that seemed much taller than he would think possible. A bookcase was next to it with thick, heavy textbooks that had pieces of paper sticking out of each of them. One of the shelves had multicolor binders in no particular order that Seto could see. In the middle of the room was a large, ornate, king sized bed with two oak nightstands on either side. One was just as messy as the desk, with a leather bound journal resting on top of the mess with a cup of pens near it. He was surprised the lamp on that nightstand hadn’t been knocked off by the mess. The other was neat with a single lamp on it. Seto frowned as he noted the size of the bed. “Why would you need a bed this size?”

“I mean,” Mokuba said, looking a little awkward before turning away to lead Seto towards another door, “it’s not just me sleeping there.”

Seto frowned, following Mokuba through the new door into the bathroom. Once again, it seemed a little bit much. Two sinks. One sink free of clutter, the other with a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and an eyelash curler left out. “Who else would sleep here?”

“My girlfriend,” Mokuba said as he gestured towards the shower. “Here’s the shower. Towels are in there,” he remarked as he pointed towards a plain white cupboard. “There’s also extra toilet paper. Don’t use her towels. You’ll know they’re hers because they’re all monogrammed with her initials.”

“Right. Those photos of that Hopkins girl.” Seto frowned. “It must be serious if she’s living with you.”

“It is rather serious.” Mokuba seemed on the verge of saying something else but shrugged it off. “Rebecca’s rather finicky with her things. Don’t use them. Anyway, I'm going to leave you to take your shower cause I should get back to work. Isono will be around to check on you and Rebecca should be home when she’s done with her classes. Be nice to her.”

 “I see you decided to come back.”

Seto glared at Dr. Reiki. It wasn’t that Seto had decided to come back. “My brother seems to think that before I can be cleared for work, I need to attend these sessions,” Seto said, crossing his arms and glancing out the window. This time, he did not care about whatever game Reiki was playing. He wanted to make it as clear as possible that he did not want to be here. “Thus, here I am.”

“So the only reason you are here is to be cleared for work?”

Once again, the doctor had taken to making this seem like a game. It was impossible for Seto to tell how Dr. Reiki felt about his statement. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond. “Tch,” Seto said as he looked away from the therapist. “I suppose so.”

“I see. If that’s the case, then tell me about your relationship with Mokuba,” Dr. Reiki said, leaning back in his chair. Seto hated that Reiki always seemed so at ease within these four walls while Seto struggled to find his footing. “I know I’ve spoken with Mokuba already but…. I am curious as to how you’d describe it.”

Seto arched his brow at the doctor. “Fine,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “When our parents died, we were shuffled around from relative to relative. None of them wanted extra mouths to feed. They were more than happy to spend our inheritance, however. They kept that but dumped us at the orphanage. I knew it was my responsibility to look after Mokuba because  no one else would. I… made mistakes in raising him. I know that now. I regret how harsh I was. I… only meant to protect him.”

He cut himself as he registered Reiki taking notes. Reiki looked up when Seto stopped talking. “Don’t worry about the notes, Seto,” he said. Kaiba squashed down the desire to demand that Reiki be more formal. “This is part of the standard procedure to clear any patient to return to work. Please, continue.”

“Right,” Seto said, glancing up at the degree that Reiki held again. It was from Harvard. He supposed it made sense that Reiki went to a western school for this line of work. This did, in fact, relax Seto a little bit. At least his therapist was the best. “It was just Mokuba and I after my adoptive father died. Only Mokuba really knew the truth of what happened while everyone else…”

“Everyone else…,” Reiki prompted when Seto trailed off. Seto glared at him and glanced around. “This is a safe space, Seto. Nothing you say will leave these four walls.”

“Everyone else believes I killed my adoptive father,” Seto admitted, leaning back, leaving out the fact that there were days when he wished he had. He doubted that would help in his quest to be cleared to go back to work. “Mokuba knows that isn’t true. Still, he knew it was true that I could be, can be… Ruthless. Some people considered me to be cold and calculative, so the rumor persisted. Still persists, truthfully.”

Seto trailed off again, wondering if he was saying the right things. It was difficult to strike a line here. He still had no idea what Reiki was after to  clear him for work. The therapist offered no hints.

“It makes sense that you were ruthless. Public record states that you became president of Kaiba Corp when you were only 15,” Reiki remarked. “You must have had to be cutthroat. I would imagine there were plenty of people seeking to take advantage of your youth and naivety - something you more than likely couldn’t afford. Tell me, how did you feel about those rumors?”

For a moment, Seto was dangerously close to answering. Before he admitted to anything, Seto caught himself. “What does this have to do with me getting cleared for work?”

Reiki’s mouth twitched into a smile. “In order to be certain you’re ready to return, I need to get a feel for what your work history is. How you see the company and how it affects you,” he said and Seto resented that he sounded like he was trying to coax a deer to him. “After all, the concern is that work might do more harm than good right now.”

Seto considered this for a moment. Finally, he gave a soft “tch” before crossing his arms. “I didn’t appreciate them,” Seto admitted. “It seemed like everyone was more concerned about the potential soap opera than the fact that I’d been orphaned again. My adoptive father was not a good man and do not misunderstand me, I am not saddened by his death. However… no one seemed to care that I was fifteen and without a father again. That left me, to be a CEO and president of a multi billion dollar corporation, and a father to my younger brother.”

“You considered yourself to be the parent?”

“I had to,” Seto sniffed. “There was simply no one else who would. So I had to step up to the plate to make sure Mokuba was taken care of.”

Reiki frowned as he glanced over his notes. “I will admit that makes sense as a motivation,” Reiki said slowly. “What I’m having trouble understanding is why did you abandon him for four years if you felt that it was your duty to be a father Mokuba? Could it be that perhaps you were following the only model for a father you had?”

Seto bristled. “I did not intend to leave him for four years,” Seto hissed. “That was the result of an error in programming. I was supposed to return mere moments after I left.”

The therapist nodded again and jotted something else down. Again, Seto longed to know what the therapist was writing. He badly wanted to correct anything Reiki may have misunderstood. “Well. I think we have made some decent progress today,” Reiki said. “How about we meet again in two weeks?”

As much as Seto wanted to argue, he wound up agreeing instead.

 Yugi had been staring at the code for the AI for the past few hours now. He’d clipped his hair up earlier in a desperate attempt to keep his bangs out of his face. They still liked to land in front of his face. He’d figured it was safe to work on this project now because Mokuba was out picking up Seto. From what, Mokuba never said. He wasn’t expecting Mokuba to come back to work.

It’s why he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard, “So you know about the AI project Seto was working on before he left.”

For a moment, he wanted to ask how Mokuba knew about it. It was a stupid question. Obviously Mokuba knew more about what Seto had been doing before he left than Yugi ever did. Yugi sighed and nodded. “I stumbled across it a few weeks ago,” Yugi admitted, leaning back in his chair. The code was more complex than he was used to. “Why did Kaiba make it so you have to duel it to leave that room?”

Mokuba sighed, resting against the wall. Yugi thought it was greatly unfair that Mokuba shot up to six foot while Yugi was still stuck at five foot eight. He remembered when Mokuba was only barely shorter than him by an inch. Then again… he also remembered when Seto was willing to die for Mokuba. Willing to traumatize him to save Mokuba. It seemed to Yugi that a lot had changed in Seto. “He was obsessed,” Mokuba said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to shut it down… it was the last thing Seto made before…”

When he trailed off, Yugi couldn’t fault him. Mokuba had managed to deal with the fact that Seto had vanished off the face of the Earth for the past four years. The cracks in Mokuba’s facade were easy to see through but Yugi didn’t want to press. As much as Yugi wanted to help, he knew that it would be better to let Mokuba come to terms with his feelings before unpacking them. “It’s okay,” Yugi said. “I imagine it wasn’t supposed to be easy to find.”

“You know, all the people that had been working on it thought it was supposed to be of you,” Mokuba said suddenly, a light smile as if this was deeply hilarious. “One of them asked me why he didn’t just go down the street and ask you for a duel. Another asked if you were actually that ripped.”

Yugi laughed, shaking his head. “I mean, if they want to believe I look that good,” Yugi said, trying to keep the conversation light. “I was just… noting the differences between how the AI acted and how Atem… actually acted.”

“Seto insisted it was perfect,” Mokuba said, folding his arms over his chest and closing himself off. Turns out, there was little difference between the Kaiba brothers when they were distancing themselves from him. “It was based on his memories of how the Pharaoh acted.”

“Atem,” Yugi corrected, a knee jerk reaction. “That explains why it’s not… it doesn’t act like Atem,” Yugi said with a sigh. “Kaiba never saw Atem outside of a Duel. I did. He… he was conflicted. Complex. He carried a lot of guilt with him. He…” Yugi trailed off as he noted the look on Mokuba’s face. While there was little chance he’d shown his hand, Mokuba still looked sympathetic. Yugi’s face burned as he realized that no matter how much he moved on, the fact remained that he still loved Atem and it must have shown in how he spoke about Atem. Yugi was certain that some part of him would always love Atem. It was unimportant to this conversation, however. “It was just a lot to see something look so much like Atem and almost act like him but… not quite him.”

“You could fix it,” Mokuba noted, a cautious note in his voice. The statement hung in the air before Mokuba added on, “However.... It would be smarter to just leave it, right?”

Yugi nodded thoughtfully. He could, indeed, work with Mokuba and learn the coding behind the AI. He could certainly adjust the AI so it acted more like Atem. All these things were absolutely possible. However… “If Kaiba duels this AI again,” Yugi said slowly, an idea forming in his head, “I could change its deck. I mean, it’d be more like Atem in that sense. Atem and I always built our deck together. So the real way to start fixing how the AI acts is… for me to build it a new deck. Right?”

A grin split across Mokuba’s face. “Yugi, are you suggesting that we fuck with it?”

Yugi turned to look at the AI’s code before nodding. “I am absolutely suggesting that we fuck with it.”

 Seto was trying to figure out what he should do since Reiki had refused to clear him to work again. He browsed a few Dueling sites to kill time. He knew that things had to have changed since he left. He knew that the meta for Duel Monsters most likely was different and if he wanted to keep up, he’d have to look into the new strategies.

This was, of course, just a distraction. He didn’t want to check his email. His old burner account had to be worthless by now so he set up new burner account. He was annoyed to discover the user “saggithedarkclown” was taken and the person who owned it wouldn’t give it up without payment.

After a minor argument with himself, he bought the username while mentally cursing them for taking the username in the first place. He supposed the real joke was on him for actually paying for it, though. From there, he was able to poke around at the current meta and see what had changed.

As much as the format of the game had changed, it would seem that Yugi was still the undefeated champion. Still the King of Games. There were a couple photos of Yugi at previous exhibition matches with similar determined expressions and the same leather pants he remembered Yugi wearing at Battle City. Or well… the other Yugi, anyway. Additionally, it seemed like people now paid money to view Yugi’s various decks. Seto didn’t know how he felt about that.

He noted the new support cards for his deck and was disgusted to see that Pegasus had reprint the Blue Eyes White Dragon cards during his absence. It felt almost mocking. As if the minute he turned his back, Pegasus took advantage. He knew it was a ridiculous reaction. They were, after all, the intellectual property of Industrial Illusions and Pegasus was free to reprint whatever he saw fit. It still did not make Seto feel any better about it.

There were also new methods of summoning. He’d found a couple videos of Jonouchi, Yugi, and Mai all using the new summoning methods. He’d have to figure out how they worked. Synchro vaguely reminded him of ritual summoning so that might be the easiest to pick up. As for XYZ and Link, however, Seto couldn’t exactly figure them out. As far as he could tell, special summoning was now a major component of the game.

The deeper he  dove, the more he learned about tournaments in the previous four years. It seemed that somehow Jonouchi managed to become a competitive giant. Another thing Seto didn’t know how he felt about. Jonouchi, when Seto had left, was merely a mild irritant who was not as good as he or Yugi. He’d missed seeing a former annoyance climb his way through the ranks. It was a strange thing to realize.

He also noted that Yugi’s last real tournament entry was two years ago. His victory was a surprise to no one. Seto noted that Yugi seemed a little distracted when he won. He wondered what Yugi was thinking at that moment.

Seto was fixating. He wanted to know why Yugi had stopped entering tournaments. Did he think himself too good to Duel? If Seto entered a tournament, would Yugi enter? Did Yugi feel he had nothing left to prove? That would make sense, after all.

A ping pulled him out from his distraction. A message from someone using the handle “kc_blimp” was left on one of his posts about wanting to get back in the game after a three year break . He was surprised to see that the user had left a long and in depth explanation about the new summoning mechanics. He’d have to test them out himself. He was also surprised to see the user noted that Duels tend to be faster with ten turns being “long duels” by modern standards and to expect stall techniques to not work as well as they did four years ago. How much had the game changed in his absence?

Unfortunately for him, there was only one way to have some of his questions answered. He sent the user a private message,

He got a phone call from Pegasus, which he ignored.

 For the past few months, Seto had not once seen Rebecca. He knew she came home occasionally because every single time Rebecca had been in the apartment, there would be a messy table left behind. Rebecca had no concept of how to keep a room clean and it was slowly driving Seto crazy.

The door unlocked and Seto expected to see Mokuba enter. He was not expecting to see a blonde woman that was wearing a denim skirt, a bright blue shirt, and a blue headband walk in. She seemed to be carrying dozens of paper bags and had a heavy looking backpack slung on one shoulder. “Oh, hi, Seto,” she said, kicking the door closed with one of her sharp looking heels. “Are you going to just stand around or are you going to help me with the groceries?”

At first, Seto was appalled by the gall of this woman to just walk into the apartment and address him by first name. It took a moment for him to realize that yes, this was indeed Rebecca Hopkins. She… expected him to help? “Why didn’t you get Isono to take care of that?”

Rebecca sighed as she dumped the bags on the dining table and tossed her backpack right at him. It hit him in the stomach and he nearly doubled over. How did she carry this? The bag felt like it weighed as much as she must. “Unlike you, I do not expect others to take care of me,” she said as she began unloading one of the bags. He was surprised to see so many processed snacks. There was no way Mokuba ate that crap, right? “Seriously, are you going to help or what?”

“Why did you buy so many chips,” he said, alarmed as he set the backpack down then headed over to examine the groceries. At least one bag had vegetables and another had fruits in it, thankfully. The next bag was full of sweets, however… “You don’t need this much sweets.”

“How the fuck do you think I’m going to get through this bitch of a thesis paper,” Rebecca retorted, looking at him as if he’d asked her if Luster Dragon was a normal monster. “Not all of us get handed a company at fifteen, you know. Some of us actually have to work for what we get.”

He was surprised at how blunt she was. This was the girl that Mokuba was dating? She seemed a little rude. No, that was putting it too nicely. Rebecca Hopkins was an absolute nightmare. Had she always been like this? He answered his own question when he remembered that of course she was nasty - she was American. He was surprised at how well she spoke Japanese, however. “Since when did you know how to swear in Japanese,” Seto asked. The last time he’d seen her, her go to choice of swear words was ‘goddamn’ in English peppered into badly spoken Japanese. “Why are you here in Japan?”

“I’m getting my PhD in Engineering from the University of Tokyo,” Rebecca said, rolling her eyes as she put the chips in one of the cupboards.

Seto had never opened any of the cupboards in the kitchen. He was surprised to see they were organized. He was even more surprised that Rebecca was following the system the kitchen had.

“I have to know how to speak Japanese in order to attend,” she went on, “considering all my professors speak it. And Mokie taught me.”

Mokie? Did she refer to his brother with a cutesy nickname? Seto was appalled by her. “Sorry, did you say your PhD?” Seto asked as realization set in “Aren’t you nineteen?”

“I started college when I was thirteen.. And I’m actually twenty, so show some respect,” she said, her bright blue eyes glancing up at him sharply and rather dismissively. “Seriously, if you aren’t going to help put things away, why are you here? The meat goes in the fridge, the sweets go in that cupboard, the dips go over there, the wine goes in the wine cooler. Hurry up!”

Since she clearly wasn’t going to let this go, Seto took the bag full of fish, chicken, pork, and what appeared to be a well-marbled steak. Did she cook? She didn’t seem like the kind of person who cooked. He opened the fridge for the first time and noted it was neat. Considering how Rebecca’s desk and nightstand looked, Seto could only deduce either someone was hired to cook or Mokuba cooked. He didn’t know if Mokuba could cook. How could he not know if his brother cooked or not? He made a mental note to avoid mentioning this to his doctor during his next check up, lest they subject him to more tests again. “You do all the grocery shopping?”

“Sometimes Mokie does it since he does all the cooking,” Rebecca said as she started putting away the wine. “But since he’s busy with work, I thought I’d make life easier for him and pick up the groceries. Plus… his birthday’s coming up! I wanted to do something nice for him.”

Mokuba’s birthday was coming up? Had he been back in this world for that long already? He hadn’t bothered keeping track of the days. If Mokuba’s birthday was coming up soon enough for her to be thinking about it… it would have to be June, right? He didn’t want to ask. “So what are you doing for his birthday?”

“Don’t worry about me, worry about you,” Rebecca said, her hands planted on the table as she glared at him. “What did you get him to make up for what you did?”

Seto was taken entirely aback. He wasn’t expecting to meet Rebecca today, much less be confronted about what he’d done. He was nervous now. Were Rebecca’s eyes always this icy? He didn’t know it was possible for one person to look this cold. “Er,” Seto said, stumbling over himself. He looked away from her harsh gaze. “I didn’t get him anything.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “You can pick up the cake, then,” she said, as if it wasn’t up for discussion. He certainly wasn’t about to interject that he didn’t know how to pick up a cake from a bakery. He always had Isono deal with that sort of thing. “I’ve been planning Mokie’s birthday for the past three months and you are not about to ruin it by showing up empty handed. I’ll email you the information about the bakery and where to go.” With that, she’d finished unpacking the rest of the groceries. Seto had barely helped at all but that didn’t seem to matter. She picked up her backpack, tossing it over her shoulder, and moved toward the stairs. “I’m going to go do my homework. Don’t bother me.”

He wouldn’t dream of it.

 For the most part, Mokuba really was okay. He swore it up and down to anyone who asked. But there was a strange feeling in his heart when he looked at his brother. It was like he was being ripped apart to see him looking exactly as he did four years ago when he told him “you’re in charge, Mokuba” before leaving him. He wiped away the tears.

He was okay. He would make himself be okay, he thought idly as he glanced at the mirror in the private bathroom attached to his office. Kaiba Corporation CEOs did not cry, he reminded himself. They did not let things like this tear them down. He held himself high, adjusting his tie. 

He knew what Yugi would say.

That it was okay to cry. That it was okay to be upset. Well, Yugi was wrong. Mokuba couldn’t let anyone see that this rattled him. He’d seen how Kaiba Corporation CEO’s were supposed to act and he would follow it to the letter even as it ripped him apart. He left the bathroom, striding with purpose. Showing weakness would be the same thing as death.

Rebecca knew something was wrong. She always seemed to know when Mokuba wasn’t okay. Thankfully, her classes kept her busy and he never had to face how he really felt for too long. If she was around more often, she might have demanded that he actually go see a therapist again. He’d been doing so good that he hadn’t needed it. Though, to be fair, he’d already insisted prior that Kaibas don’t go to therapy. He almost grinned thinking about how she’d reacted to that.

Despite this, when Yugi had discovered the AI, it changed a lot of things. For one, he now spent extra time trying to pick apart the code with Yugi in Yugi’s office. It was far more complex than anything he’d ever seen and he was amazed Yugi could even keep up.

Yugi had already proven himself an intuitive coder, though. He supposed it would make sense that Yugi would be smart enough to figure out the strange lines of code. “I think this right here is supposed to be based on one of the Battle City duels,” Yugi said with a frown as he examined a complex string of code that seemed to be its own thing. “Kaiba doesn’t like to organize his codes, does he?”

“I think it is organized,” Mokuba said, sitting down in one of the chairs in Yugi’s office. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to work through lines. The flags for the reactions seemed to change on their own, as if the code itself was alive. Or maybe Mokuba was finally going crazy. He and Yugi had already spent so long trying to figure out how to adjust just one facet of the AI’s personality that Yugi had noted was off. “It’s just in a way we haven’t figured out yet.”

“So the solution is to think like Kaiba,” Yugi said with a defeated sigh. Mokuba didn’t get why that seemed to be a problem for Yugi. There was once a time when Yugi could easily dissect his brother and accurately deduce what he was thinking. Unless… unless maybe he was mixing up Yugi and Atem again. “If I were Kaiba and I wanted to build a complex AI that could think for itself while dueling… I might…” Yugi’s brow furrowed. “Hm… what if the reason that’s off is because…”

Yugi did something and strangely, the code jumped down several lines in response. Mokuba sat up straighter as he examined the new spot they were in. “He attached that reaction to that,” Mokuba remarked, a little stunned. “Why would he do that?”

“Same old Kaiba,” Yugi remarked. “I think he may have put a lot of important flags behind the Dueling operation. He really did only intend to use this as a Dueling simulator, huh?”

“Before he left, he was planning on creating a virtual world in which Duelists could enter and challenge virtual Duelists. The project was basically complete but never went past the beta stage,” Mokuba remarked, fiddling with the code just a little bit more. He didn’t know if  what they were doing was wise but he knew that if they could make improvements… maybe they could follow up on a project Seto left behind. “A way for everyone to enjoy the game and get better at it. Do you think that it might be a problem if we…”

“Probably,” Yugi said with a shrug. “But if we’re going to give it new decks to play against Kaiba, we need to make sure that the AI can play them optimally.”

“And you don’t think this code could do it?”

He felt offended on behalf of his brother. Yugi had to know that Seto had poured everything into this program. It was supposed to perfectly replicate Seto’s memories of Atem. He was annoyed when Yugi shook his head. “This code’s missing what made Atem such a good Duelist,” Yugi said, a light grin across his face. “A bit of me.”

“This code is designed to perfectly replicate Atem as Seto remembers him and Duel with his exact strategies,” Mokuba said, well aware it wasn’t the best defense of the code. After all… he had to admit that no one knew Atem like Yugi did. “Are you saying Seto doesn’t remember how Atem duels?”

“No,” Yugi said, an odd look crossing his face. “Kaiba dismissed me as a potential rival, remember,” Yugi said, and Mokuba vaguely remembered that. “He probably didn’t think that I contributed much to those Duels, I guess. But we can fix that.”

Mokuba figured that if anyone could fix the AI, it would absolutely be Yugi.

[thefallennightmare]

Dorogaya [4/?]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1703. I know this one is short but I’ll make up for it with the next chapter.

Summary:  It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen?

A/N: Here is the long awaited Chapter Four! I will try to get chapter five out today. As always, let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! 

My hard gaze was forced straight ahead, blocking out the noise from outside of the van I had been stuffed inside. Bucky was in the armored van in front and we were driving to an undisclosed location by a large police presence. The metal cuffs were still locked hard on my hands, not allowing me to blast my way out of here. 

Steve and Sam were in the car with me, along with the other person that was hunting for Bucky: The new king of Wakanda, King T’challa. 

“So you like cats?” Sam questioned towards T’challa, finally breaking the silence. 

“Sam,” Steve warned.

“What?”, Sam shrugged. “Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t want to know more?”

I tuned out while they talked about his suit and mantel of king, however when I heard Bucky’s name, my eyes sliced over to T’challa. 

“He didn’t kill your father. He wasn’t in Vienna.”

Steve looked over his shoulder, hearing my voice for the first time in over an hour. “Y/N-”

I shifted my gaze away from him and looked out the side window, ignoring him. Worry etched in my bones wondering if Bucky was okay. Before the door shut in my face, I watched in horror as the cops locked Bucky into this giant protective glass cube. He was too far from me to be able to feel what he was feeling and if he was alright. 

Thoughts of what they would do to him made my skin shiver. Everyone believed that he was the one who caused the bombing but I knew more than anyone else. Someone was trying to call him out in public. I just didn’t know why. 

“You know,” Sam’s quiet voice pulled me from my thoughts. “He spent every day the last two years looking for you.” 

I scoffed. “Well, he got what he wanted.”

“He wanted to see you again, just not like this,” He admitted. 

“Bucky didn’t do this, Sam.” I finally looked into his eyes.  “We’ve been in Bucharest for the last handful of years, not bothering anyone.”

Sam nodded. “We know that.” 

“Then why am I in handcuffs?” I lifted up my hands. “And why is Bucky locked away in some van?” 

“You did try to set people on fire,” Sam reminded with a quick smile. 

“I didn’t mean to. My powers have had a mind of their own lately,” I admitted. 

Before Sam and I could finish our conversation, the car pulled to a stop in a rather large parking garage and my attention immediately went to the armored van. 

“What are they going to do to him?” I asked. 

The doors opened and with the help of Sam, my feet were placed on the ground and in a split second, I was walking towards Bucky. Only to be stopped by one of the guards. 

“I don’t think so,” they muttered. 

“Let me go!” I spat while pulling myself from his grasp. 

“There are strict orders that you are to remain handcuffed.” 

“And I have strict orders to kick your ass,” I seethed. 

Steve stepped between us and gently grabbed my arm, leading me away from the guard. We followed a few others to an open tech room, with a bunch of T.V’s lining the walls and in the middle of the room was enclosed in glass with a large table and chairs. 

“Please try not to cause a scene,” Steve whispered in my ear. 

“I need to find Bucky.” I stated. 

Steve nodded before pushing me into a chair. Tony was there along with Nat and Agent Sharon Carter. Their conversations were white noise to me as I tried to channel my powers, hoping I could break free from the metal gloves. 

“You’ve been gone for over two years and not even one phone call.” 

Nat sat down next to me, a giant grin on her face. 

“I could say the same thing about you,” I grinned back. “How long have you known where we were hiding?” 

“Not long but I thought you two could use more time alone,” Nat said. 

I sighed. “Everyone here thinks Bucky is this murderer but he’s not; not anymore. He’s not The Winter Soldier.”

The room was busy with a large number of people that were sitting in front of a large TV that turned one and when the broken face appeared, my heart dropped. 

“Bucky,” I breathed. 

He was still locked in the large cube and he was broken; emotionally. Something didn’t feel right, worry was etched deep into my bones. Steve and Sam sat next to me at the table followed by Sharon, who discreetly unmuted the T.V for us. 

“What are they going to do to him?” I asked Sharon. 

She sighed before pulling a set of keys from her pocket. “Don’t make me regret this.” 

In a quick second, my hands were free and I snapped my fingers, igniting them. 

“Y/N!” Steve warned. 

“Relax, I was making sure they still work. Now, what are they going to do to Bucky?” I asked Sharon again. 

“Agent Ross wants him to have a psych evaluation,” Sharon admitted. 

Steve scoffed. “He’s not crazy, Sharon.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. “I know that but they don’t.” 

I followed her gaze towards her boss, Agent Ross, who was directing orders to the bodies that were seated in front of computers. 

Steve had his hands on a picture that the task force released to the media, claiming to be the Winter Soldier. 

“Why would the task force release this picture in the first place?” He asked Sharon. 

She shrugged in response, “Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?”

“Right,” I nodded. “It’s a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb and get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for The Winter Soldier.” 

“You’re saying someone framed him, to find him?” Sharon asked me.

Sam shook his head. “We looked for you guys for two years and found nothing.” 

“We didn’t bomb the U.N. That turned a lot of heads.” Steve said. 

“But that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guaranteed that we would,” Sharon informed. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.” 

My eyes shifted to the TV in the corner of the room and Bucky let out a deep sigh. 

“My name is Bucky.” 

I dared a glance at Steve, who to my surprise was already watching me. The memories we shared meant nothing to me, knowing that Bucky was in danger.  There may have been a point in time, long ago, that Steve and I would have been happy. But after a lot of thinking, my heart only ever belonged to Bucky. 

“Can you tell me about Y/N? What is she to you?” 

My eyes snapped back to the T.V and the feeling of rage filled me. Bucky shoulders stiffened and his mouth pressed into a hard line. 

“You leave her out of this,” Bucky snapped. 

Whoever this doctor was kept on pressing. “I see here in your file that she was held prisoner by Hydra years ago and you helped train her.” 

“That’s none of your business,” Bucky seethed. “She has nothing to do with any of this.” 

The doctor looked through a couple more pages of whatever file he had on the both of us before taking off his glasses. “You’ve seen a great deal, haven't you Bucky?” 

Fear filled Bucky. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Suddenly, the pieces were starting to fall together the longer I stared at this doctor. 

“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.” He typed at something on his computer before an evil smile came to his lips. “Don’t worry, we only have to talk about one.” 

The whole building went black in an instant, losing power. People screamed and yelled, trying to get the feed back up. 

My body went rigid, fear completely engulfing me. My lip trembled with a looming desperation to try and hold on to something. I found myself becoming afraid of what I was going to become, trying to hide this person for so long. I shut my eyes, to shut out the screams and pain but the image that appeared in my mind made me jump from my chair with a start. 

The doctor was saying the words. 

Those ten words that would put Bucky back to the person he refused to become again. 

Soldat. 

“We need to find him. NOW!” I yelled. 

“Y/N, what's wrong?” Sam asked. 

“Unless you want the actual Winter Soldier busting his way out of here, I need to find him.” I snapped. 

“Sub level five. East wing,” Sharon said without a second thought.

Not bothering to wait for Steve and Sam, I bolted through the halls and down staircases. The feeling was becoming stronger and I feared that I was going to be too late. 

I felt myself being thrown into a wall, metal fingers gripping my throat, cutting off my airway. The pain encased my lungs as I thrashed and scratched, trying to free myself. 

Dark eyes stared at me, the man I was in love with long gone, and was replaced with the man I secretly feared to meet again. 

His fingers tightened and my vision became cloudy but not before I saw that damned red leather journal with a black star on the front. 

“Soldat,” I coughed. “It’s me, dorogaya.” 

His fingers let up only for a second, the name causing a quick flash of remembrance but it was gone as quick as it came.  The doctor was standing in the corner of the room, a smile clear on his face. 

“Why’d you do this?” I tried to ask. 

“Mission Report. December 16th, 1991.” Was all he said. 

My body went limp and the fight within me disappeared.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I coughed. “You’re going to start a war.” 

“Exactly,” the doctor nodded towards Bucky, “Soldat.” 

In a flash instant, my head was smacked against the wall, blackness taking over. 

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Best Friend’s Brother (College AU) Part 1: The Buchanan Estate

Summary: Y/N goes up to her friend’s ‘summer house’ for spring break to forget about the daily stress of being a student. She’s ready to let loose and have fun, but she wasn’t prepared to meet her friend’s attractive older brother...

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: mild swearing, drinking, sexual inuuendo and themes

Word Count: 1,537

Dedicated to @marvelrose

Message from the Author: Had so much fun with this request! Hope you don’t mind I turned it into a muli-part series <3 enjoy! Part 2 

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“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Y/N looked up at Rebecca from her notes and pushed up her falling glasses with her shoulder.

“No.”

Rebecca whined again. “Please? It’ll be good for you! Besides, I don’t want to spend the whole week with my family alone.”

Spring break was coming up for both of them: while Rebecca was desperate to get away from campus, Y/N was perfectly content staying lodged up in her dorm and studying for midterms.

“I can’t. I have studying to do.”

“Study at the estate! It’s peaceful and quiet, and when you’re done you can come out and tan instead of exhausting yourself with Netflix.”

Y/N laughed softly, “you say that like Netflix is a bad thing.”

Though Y/N joked, she was genuinely considering joining Rebecca on her trip. 

The first day they met on their University orientation; they had been practically attached at the hip. They shared a dorm; studied together; partied together; and luckily had some of the same classes.

They balanced each other out perfectly: what traits one lacked the other possessed, and each encouraged the other to better herself or to branch out. They were good for each other; and Y/N knew she would miss Rebecca as soon as she left.

“Seriously, come with me. The place is gorgeous; we can horseback ride; hike; swim. We won’t be bored at all. And my family isn’t that bad, they’re actually kind of fun.”

Y/N mulled over the idea; “who’s all going?”

Rebecca smiled as she realized Y/N was giving in. “Just us for the first bit; my brother and his friends are coming up on Sunday. My parents aren’t coming until the end of the week! For a couple days we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

Y/N’s brows pulled quizzically, “you sure your parents are cool with a bunch of college kids trashing their house?”

Rebecca laughed, “Oh come on, you know we won’t trash it. And the boys shouldn’t be too bad: I think you’ll actually quite like them.”

Y/N turned back to her notes, “any of them single?”

Rebecca chucked a balled up sticky note at her friend, “You dirty girl. And yes actually, all of them are. Including my brother…”

Y/N dropped her pencil and sighed at Rebecca upon seeing her sly smirk. “When are you going to let that go?”

“Let what go?” Rebecca said as she acted clueless.

“Setting me up with your brother! I’ve never even met the guy. And I have no intention of being a Barnes.” 

“Hey! I know your type and I know his: you’d be perfect together.”

It had been around Christmas time, when Y/N severed a serious relationship, that Rebecca’s determination to set up Y/N with her older brother James had started. 

Apparently after Rebecca had shown pictures of their first semester together to her family, he had mentioned that he found her attractive. 

“She’s a cutie, she seems fun. Why aren’t you setting me up with your friends?” He had joked.

Rebecca took that as a greenlight to play matchmaker, and while Y/N appreciated having a wing-woman; she seemed far too eager.

“You’d be a great sister-in-law, I want to be an aunt some day!”

Y/N coughed in exaggerated disgust, “You’re gross. Don’t picture us together.”

Rebecca laughed. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop. But regardless; James is really fun. His friends are too, you won’t regret coming I promise.”

Y/N sighed as she began feeling her resolve disappear. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Rebecca shouted, directing attention to their table and receiving multiple hushes.

“But one condition,” Y/N started.

Rebecca nodded, leaning in slightly.

“Stop trying to make me fuck your brother.”

~

A few days later; the girls packed their suitcases and headed out. The drive consisted of blaring music; chatting about everything; and small stops for snacks or quick sight seeing. Within a few hours they wound up in gorgeous farm country: rolling hills for as far as the eye could see.

Y/N watched the golden fields as they drove by: admiring the trees lining the dirt road, and the sun shining beautifully through the lush leaves.

Though she was getting antsy; eager to stretch her legs from the long trip.

“How much longer until we get there?” Y/N asked. She was curled into a ball in the passenger seat, munching on a bag of her favorite chips.

“GPS says 10 minutes, won’t be much longer.” Rebecca tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, mindlessly humming as she enjoyed the drive. Rebecca didn’t need the GPS, it only made Y/N more comfortable: Rebecca knew these roads like the back of her hand.

The summer estate was practically home; it had been her favorite place to visit as a child. Countless memories of lounging poolside and exploring the vast acres that the land had; she knew Y/N would love it just as much as she did. 

“Whoa.”

Rebecca’s thoughts were directed back to the road in front of her, as she arrived at the house.

Y/N was at a loss for words; not knowing how to express her astonishment for the beautiful sight in front of her.

As the road turned to the driveway, Y/N could see through the lush forestry a yellow brick mansion standing boldly on their horizon.

“Rebecca,” Y/N stared in awe, “This place is insane.”

Rebecca giggled as she circled the roundabout, “I thought you’d like it.”

The residence was roundly secluded by thick, lush trees and sat atop a peak in the country valley; Y/N could see through gaps in the treeline a view of the golden farmland that sat beneath them.

Rebecca parked them in front of a stone staircase leading up to the house. “If you think this is incredible, wait until you get inside.”

As the girls exited the car, an elderly gentleman exited the manor through heavy oak doors and began his descent to the car.

“Miss Barnes!” He called as he approached.

“Brimsby!” 

Rebecca quickly rounded the vehicle and leaped up the stairs. She engulfed the man in a hug, slightly surprising him.

He chuckled as he returned her hold, “It’s wonderful to see you my dear.” 

She stopped back from him, holding his hands affectionately. “You too. It feels like it’s been forever.”

He nodded in understanding, “I agree, you’ve grown so much since I last saw you. Shall I start addressing you as ’Madam’?”

Though Y/N was unsure if his tone was teasing or serious, Rebecca swatted him slightly on the shoulder.

She feigned offense, “Never! That makes me feel far too old than actually am! You better stick to Rebecca.”

The elderly man laughed with her, before turning to Y/N. “And to you Miss, I welcome you to the Buchanan Estate.” 

Y/N approached him then, swiftly climbing the stairs. “Thank you sir, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She raised her hand to shake his, and he politely met her with a firm handshake. 

“Ingram Brimsby,” he introduced, “Do let myself and the staff know if you’re in need of anything during your stay.”

“Brimsby is the groundskeeper,” Rebecca explained, “He maintains the property when we’re not here; but he’s been here so long he practically feels like family.” 

“How was your drive? Any trouble? Your brother complained of traffic on the ride up.”

Rebecca shared a look of confusion with Y/N, “My brother?”

Brimsby nodded, “Yes, James. Should I alert him of your arrival? He wasn’t expecting you until Sunday.”

Rebecca groaned as she rolled her eyes, “That idiot! I wasn’t expecting him until Sunday.”

Brimsby chuckled lightly, “Oh my. Seems you two have some things to clear up!”

He then approached the car and rested his hands on the trunk, “Bags in the back?”

“Oh,” Y/N started, “You don’t have to do that. I can handle it.”

He shook his head as he opened the trunk, “My dear, I insist. You’re our guest.”

Rebecca rested a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and leaned against her. “No point in arguing him on that, he never lets anyone do the hard work around here. It’s his Dad complex.”

Brimsby huffed at her, “Nonsense. I’m simply doing my duty. Shall I fetch your brother?”

Rebecca flapped her free hand at him, “No, no. I’ll go find him. Make sure he hasn’t wrecked the place already.”

Rebecca directed her attention back to Y/N, “You don’t mind, do you?”

Y/N smirked, taking in her surroundings once more. “Not at all, gives me a chance to explore.”

Rebecca beamed back at her, “Perfect. Brimsby, would you mind showing Y/N to her room? Maybe a quick tour?”

“Not at all Miss, Y/N and I can get better acquainted.”

“Alrighty, I’ll check in with you in a few then.”

With that Rebecca left and circled the side of the house, Y/N watched as her head popped above a large hedge before she was out of sight.

Y/N turned back to Brimsby, excited to explore the grounds.

“Shall we?” He asked kindly.

“We shall.”

“Excellent. Right this way, then.”

Part 2

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.1

Akaashi Keiji. 

There was no denying that this man was gorgeous. An excellent volleyball player, holder of a pretty face, and downright respectful. It was no wonder you watched yourself slowly falling for the vice-captain of the Fukurodani Volleyball club. 

There was only one problem. 

You don't belong in his dimension.

(haikyu!!-bnha crossover)

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“Are you sure you didn’t inhale the fumes?” Todoroki asked with concern. To the others, it was non-existent but to you it was clear. His gray and blue eyes were such a comfort to the rapidly growing situation the both of you just diffused.

Waving your hand around your face, you felt a tugging sensation on your palm. Going with the flow, a faint glow of yellow formed on your palm. Slowly, the fumes that your body inhaled exited your mouth. Todoroki watched as the smoke began to swirl in suspended air. Once there was nothing more to pull on, you concentrated your quirk on the smoke till it seemingly vanished.

“Do you remember what the report said about the dude’s quirk?” You asked. Despite being interns at his father’s agency, Endeavor decided it would be a good experience if both of you worked together on a case. Things were going quite well till the villain pulled out a smoke-gun.

“His quirk was water related.” He recalled. His hand rested on your back as he led you towards a park bench. “The reports the old man gave me had no information regarding that gun he just used. It would be better if we had you checked once we get back to the agency.”

“Yeah. I was thinking about that.” Beginning to walk, you had noticed how he was limping. “You got hurt? You’re limping.”

“It’s nothing.”

“I can heal it you know…” You nudged his side a bit. Knowing just how dense this boy was, you decided your next words would hold no meaning to him. Of course, it didn’t. The relationship you had with the heterochromatic boy was simply platonical. And he too felt the same way. “I wouldn’t mind going down on my knees to fix you up.”

“In that case…”

Stopping on your tracks, you went down on one knee and faced your palm on his boot. Once again, the yellow light glowed from your palms. Seeing how it was slightly brighter than a while ago, you had to admit that half-and-half was good at concealing pain. Though the history behind that always tugged your heartstrings.

When the light died down, Todoroki tapped his foot and balanced on it. Nodding that he was feeling much better, he patted your head and gestured for the two of you to proceed in walking.

The entrance was now a few meters away when a dull pain began forming on your temple. Trying to massage it out, the blast of cold air from the air conditioning did nothing but to worsen it. Noticing that your lips were paling, Todoroki extended his arm for support. Accepting it, the both of you were now heading up to his father’s office.

If this was before Endeavor took the no.1 heroes spot, there was no way in hell that you would intern for him. No matter how much Todoroki would ask, despite the healing nature of their relationship, you found it too awkward knowing the both of you were once the objects of an arranged quirk-marriage. Thank the gods Endeavor thought things out and began to consider your friend’s feelings.

“How was the mission?” He asked. Ever since the high-end Nomu fight, Endeavor laid off the flame-beard and flaming hero outfit. There were times where it felt as if you were speaking to Enji and not the hero himself. It was… comforting in its own ways.

Todoroki did the courtesy of explaining everything that had happened. When it reached the part of the fumes, Endeavor’s eyes landed straight on you. Noticing how your breathing was a tad labored than usual, lips growing paler by the minute, and the mere fact that you were sweating was alarming.

“Good job, the both of you.” He nodded with approval. “(y/n). Make sure to head to the labs and get yourself tested for any remnants. I trust your quirk but your safety is key. Other than that, the two of you are free to go.”

The trip to the lab was quick thanks to Todoroki. It was a bit intense, seeing all the test tubes, glass containers, and heroes wearing lab coats. But the dull pain was now growing more than ever. Despite activating your quirk, it seemingly had no effect.

“Step here, (y/n)-chan.” One of the heroes instructed you. Watching him typing away was not calming. Todoroki may have been on the other side of the room but it almost felt as if your sight was getting foggier by the minute. The headache was practically a migraine now. When the machine above you purred to life. “Just stand still and it’ll be over~”

Doing as told, you tried your best to relax your tensed muscles as the machine began to slide down. Looking at your friend, you squinted your eyes and felt sick to the stomach. With the migraine doubling with pain, all you could do was grit your teeth and clench your fist.

And that’s when things began to go wrong.

Everything around you spun and seemingly became distorted. The last thing you saw before passing out was the hero stopping the machine and Todoroki rushing towards you. With your body succumbing to whatever pain you were experiencing, it did not occur to you that your body barely hit the cold floors.

Instead, you woke up with a loud scream and labored breathing. The room was relatively dark. Standing up, you rubbed your eyes and walked towards the closed window. Upon sliding the curtains, you were met with an unfamiliar sight.

A house.

Where was UA?

Turning around, you surveyed the room and only just noticed how things were different. Whatever poster you had stuck to your walls, the barbells you kept, the hero outfit you had just newly laundered, and the All Might wall clock were now… gone.

Slapping yourself, you felt the stinging sensation and rubbed it off. Your eyes widened and immediately, you activated your quirk. Swallowing a ton of your saliva, you felt your knees grow weak. Dragging your feet to the bed, you flopped your ass and stared at the weak glow on your palms.

Transferring your hand to your chest, you relaxed yourself but only failed in doing so. The rapid beating of your heart was still present. Glancing at the clock, you saw how it was now 6 in the morning. Not wanting to cause a scene, you took a very deep breath and decided to sneak around whatever household you were in.

Slowly opening your door, your eyes followed the hallway leading to a staircase. With one foot outside your door, you could make out 2 other doors on the same floor. A small sound coming from downstairs caught your attention. Making your way down the stairs, you saw picture frames hanging on the wall.

Seeing that it was you with memories you couldn’t remember, a small shiver crept down your spine. Yet, all those pictures were of you and none of your supposed parents. How were you supposed to act when you would confront them? Recalling your hero subjects, the best you could do was to assess whether you were in imminent danger or not.

“(y/n)?” It was unsettling how that voice was familiar yet at the same time foreign. “Are you awake honey?”

Entering the kitchen, you were met with a splitting image of your mother. Basically a doppleganger with how uncanny they were. The only thing different about the scenery was how she was using her hands to cook and not her quirk. Watching her tilt her head, your eyes absorbed each of her movements. The way she covered the pan, the way her features morphed into worry, and how her soft hands rested on your forehead.

“You look scared, honey.” There was no malice in her voice. “Did you have a bad dream? Would you want some (favorite food) to calm you down?”

“N-no. I, uh, I’m fine.” You tried to smile but seemingly failed to persuade her. It was in the tip of your tongue to call her your mother but it just felt too off to do so. Still, her actions clearly showed she intended no harm. “Just nervous, that’s all.”

“I see~” She giggled and went back to cooking the food. “You have to be knowing this is your first day at a new school.”

First day? New school?

“No need to worry, (n/n). It happens for students to transfer in the middle of a school year.” She reassured you. Picking up a trace of sadness in her voice. What the hell happened to make you transfer? “Besides, Fukurodani is a powerhouse school. One of the best here in Japan.”

Things were still vague. No matter how much you tried to puzzle things, you were only left with even more questions. Weighing options, you opted to risk out a statement.

“I’m sorry, for causing trouble…” The sudden clang of utensils hitting the ground followed by being wrapped in a stranger’s arms was a bit too much. Feeling how her shoulders began to tremble, instincts kicked in and you found yourself comforting your ‘mother’.

“Don’t ever say your sorry, (y/n). None of this was your fault to begin with.” She pulled you in a tighter hug. “It was the best for us to leave that bastard of a man.”

‘Okay. So apparently my old man is an asshole here and we got away, I’m about to introduce myself to a bunch of strangers, and the school I’m heading to is Fukuro-something. Shit.’ Those were the words running through your thoughts as your ‘mother’ caressed your cheek and planted a kiss on your temple.

“C’mon little missy~ Get ready for school and eat some breakfast.”

All you could do was nod and walk your way back to your room. Out of curiosity, you opened the 2 other doors. Flicking the switch on, you were met with a storage room and another bedroom. Humming with half satisfaction, you now found yourself taking a shower. Concentrating on your quirk, it was the only thing that made you feel at home. However, it was not calming that your quirk only felt 30% present.

With your uniform on, you were now chewing on a very delicious breakfast. Much better than what your real mother made back home. The small talk you had with other-mother gave you no other information. The only thing that calmed you down was how she was going to take you to school.

Now seated in her car, your eyes scanned the environment. It was very different from home. The house, the neighbors, the fact that no heroes were running or flying every few blocks. It felt peaceful here, you had to admit. An unsettling peace that you were not used to.

The drive was silent till the car turned to the corner and there you saw it. Your new school. By now, it was safe to assume that every single person here was quirkless. First day jitters began to enter your stomach. Luckily, your quirk worked with those feelings.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" Your other-mother asked as she reached for her purse. Taking her wallet out, she handed you some cash. Seeing how you were hesitant, she took your hand and placed it on your palm. "Just to wish you luck."

"Thanks…" Pocketing the cash, you unbuckled yourself and managed to give her a genuine smile. "I'll walk home, mom."

Watching her leave you alone in an unknown environment made you want to hide into a corner or even just to skip and learn more about the world you live in. Luckily, not a lot of people took interest in you. Stepping towards the entrance, you rummaged through your bag and found the instructions, Fukurodani Academy leaflet and, letter of transfer to be handed to teachers.

It took awhile but you finally found your classroom. Sadness flooded you knowing your crazy classmates weren't there to greet you or piss you off early in the morning. Sliding the door open, you were met with an ordinary class. The teacher, ready to welcome you.

"Ah yes!" She ushered everyone to settle down. "So we have a new transfer student today. Come in, come in!"

Very different from Aizawa. That's what your first impression was. Entering the room, you were now facing the class.

"(l/n) (y/n). Nice to meet you all." You almost mentioned your quirk but somehow closed your mouth before you could speak any further. Handing her the letter, you fidgeted with your fingers.

"Oh… You're from UA." Come to think of it, you didn't open the letter. Though it was sealed so you chose not to. Still, the prospect of UA being here was odd. "Quite far from here though, if I may comment."

"Well, the farther the better I suppose." You shrugged and smiled.

"Go ahead and take that empty seat by the back." She said and tucked the letter into her clear file.

The walk of shame towards your seat was as expected. Eyes glued on you as if you were displaying your quirk in a circus. Taking your seat, you let out the breath you had been holding. You survived with barely any information.

Not bothering to check your schedule, you faced your seatmate.

"Uh, what subject are we having?" You whispered.

"Physics." He answered. His side profile was undeniably attractive, you'd have to give him that. Stealing a quick head to toe, his build screamed that he worked out but not too much. With the assumption that he does not have a quirk, you guessed he'd have to be an athlete. When his gunmetal blue eyes met yours, you retreated within a second.

'Way to look like a creep on your first day.' You scolded yourself. Taking your physics book, you prepared yourself for what the day had to offer.

It was hard to concentrate during lessons. The lecture was one you've already taken. Your mind began to wonder, how was Todoroki? The last image you had of him was foggy. How were the others and their internships? Did Deku break some bones again? Probably.

Chuckling at the thought, you started to twirl your pen. Mentally, you wrote down a list of what to do during break.

You would read through the conversations of your phone. Did you have any friends here who you might be able to milk information from? Next, you would have to look up what kind of school UA was in this world. After that, you would snoop around the old photo albums to make sure other-mother wouldn't suspect a thing. Lastly, you would try to figure out a way back home.

When the last bell rang and the class now ready to go home, you packed your bags and practically ran towards the school's main gate. The walk to home would be quite long so a head start was needed.

Taking your phone out, you scrolled through the contacts. Not a single familiar name was listed. Clicking your tongue, you opened the messaging app and scanned through the conversations. Internalizing that some chats had been fresh and recent, you included the task of checking out social media sites to get to know yourself more.

Getting tired of the messages, you kept your phone and took in the view. The creeping sunset casting reddish hues across the buildings. It was similar to home. Home. Would this place be your new home?

"Fuck this." You cursed and fought back the urge of bawling your eyes out.

This mission would be long and the ending unknown. Sighing defeatedly, you picked up your pace and continued the journey back to your foreign home.

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Are You Ashamed Of Me? ~ JHS [Request]

↱↱↱Word count: 2.9K

↱↱↱Genre: Angst with a fluff ending,

↱↱↱Pairing: Hoseok x reader

↱↱↱A/n: Hiya! Hope this is to your liking!!

The air was filled by the sound of your black strapped high heels hitting the floor as you walked into your apartment living room, you were getting ready for a party at the BigHit building tonight - to celebrate the new album that the boys had just let out and you were finally ready after spending the last hour contemplating going to the party the entire time.

"You look fantastic." Your best friend of 12 years - Park Jimin - said as you walked over to him to grab your bag from his clutches, he'd picked out the thin black spaghetti strapped dress you were sporting earlier in the week when he found out about the party. He'd decided on it when he saw you eyeing it up one day in front of him, there was no way he was going to let you go without when you looked like you liked it a lot.

"Hoseok will like it." He teased when he said you standing in front of the floor-length mirror in your living room he could tell you were second-guessing the entire thing and so he wanted to make you feel better about it by bringing up your boyfriend. Jung Hoseok. Your secret boyfriend of the last six months, the only other person to know about your relationship was Jimin but that was only because he'd gotten you and Hoseok together in the first place. Other than that the relationship was hidden from everybody else, no one was allowed to know for the sake of his reputation so as far as anyone was concerned you were close friends.

"You're going to knock his socks off and I'm sure something else later," You scoffed at how he could be so crude around you - you had definitely been friends for way too long with him and took another look at yourself in the mirror. You tried to remind yourself of the reason that Hoseok had wanted to keep it a secret and not the reason your mind was trying to force upon you to make you doubt yourself and your relationship. You'd always felt as though he was ashamed of you because he'd wanted to keep you hidden but he assured you that it was because he wanted to make sure you were the one before you started telling people. You had assumed he meant telling the media but he meant everyone, the only ones to know about your relationship were on a need to know basis and that was how it worked. Though you had a few close calls at the BigHit building together no one had put two and two together so you were still hidden away.

"Take a photo before we go?" You questioned when you noticed Jimin grabbing his car keys from the table, he was dressed in a white dress shirt and some black jeans to look presentable for the evening. It was supposed to be just a small party, you, the boys and a couple of members of staff so nothing to fancy but you knew as well as Jimin that when he said small party it never meant small.

"Go on then," You smiled and you both began snapping photos together, starting with the serious ones and leading onto the not-so-serious poses as the time went on.

Music was blasting at you from all directions, the new album was being played out loudly but too loudly and too bassed up to even recognise which song was playing from the newest album.

"Have you seen Hoseok?" You questioned Jimin when he came back over to you after going to get you both a drink. You'd only been at the party for ten minutes and yet you were already dying to sneak off with Hoseok.

"He's over at the bar, go and say hello." You smiled at Jimin before skipping over to the bar to find Hoseok. His eyes landed on you and his heart began to race as he saw you wearing the dress Jimin had sent him a picture of earlier that week. You looked breathtaking but he looked away from you not wanting to make anything obvious since you were standing in the BigHit building. He had to try and refrain himself from doing something he would regret at a later time.

"Whoa, y/n?!" You turned to the side of Hoseok - who was avoiding looking at you - to see Yoongi who was staring right at you. His mind was filled with thoughts about how amazing you looked when you dressed up.

"Hi Yoongi," You greeted calmly, pretending you were at the bar to get a drink and not there to get Hoseok's attention since that clearly hadn't worked since he was looking away from you.

"You look amazing tonight, where's Jimin? You guys are usually attached at the hip." You laughed softly at Yoongi and you both began talking to one another about Jimin while Hoseok tried his best to ignore it all.

He moved away from the bar when you both began to laugh at one another's terrible jokes. He didn't want to stand there and listen to that, he knew that before he and you began dating that you had had a crush on Yoongi and it made him feel insecure.

You watched Hoseok leaving the bar and instantly felt awful, he hadn't even so much as looked in your direction or said hello when you first walked over to him.

"I need a drink." You mumbled when you watch a bunch of female stylists walk up to him and begin chatting loudly, he began laughing along with them. His usual bright smile going onto his face while he laughed at something one of them had said but you knew it wasn't his real laugh, it was the laugh he used whenever he tried to fake being happy.

Throughout the rest of the night that was all Hoseok would do, he would stare at you when you weren't looking and when you did finally look he would pretend to be having a better time without you. He thought it was protecting you but your heart was breaking all the time. Watching him with people you viewed as better than you, watching the way he was with them made your heartache. Knowing he was never going to be able to be with you like that.

"Sorry, I just need a minute." You excused yourself from Jimin and headed out of the canteen where the small party was being held and headed for the double doors that went to a staircase.

"Y/n wait!" You heard Yoongi call, you waited in the door and he caught up to you panting as though he'd run a 10K run.

"You okay?" You asked trying to force out a laugh, you wanted to be alone right now but you had no way of explaining this to him so you decided to let him come along.

"Yeah, I just thought I'd come along with you. Don't want you getting lost in this building." He teased walking up the stairs with you,

"I've been coming here for 5 years Yoongi, I think I would have been fine." He laughed along with you and you both walked up the staircase in silence. The only thing that could be heard was the faded music and your heels hitting the stairs with every step that you took. You'd never really been close with any of the other boys except for Jimin and Hoseok so it was a little weird to be alone with your old crush as you headed up to the rooftops to breath for a little while.

"Do you have a crush on Hoseok on something?!" You choked on nothing as you reached the top floor, Yoongi was staring at you while he put his hands into his pockets. You had no answer to the question, you were in love with Hoseok but you couldn't tell Yoongi that.

"No, I don't have a crush on anyone." You thought you'd played it off well so you pushed the door open and headed onto the roof. The sky was pitch black and the only thing lighting up the rooftop garden was the fairy lights that were strung around the glass fence panels. You walked over to the small sofas and sat staring up at the stars while trying to get your mind off Hoseok who was still downstairs with all of those other girls.

"Sorry, I'm not much of a conversationalist tonight Yoongi, I'm just...My mind is somewhere else." The sofa shifted as he sat down beside you and you turned to face him.

"It's fine," His eyes were staring into yours and you looked away out of nervousness. You never could look someone in the eye for very long, it had been that way since you were a teenager.

"Not much for eye contact either?" He chuckled which made you giggle,

"I've been that way since I was a kid," You laughed and he chuckled along with you.

You'd stayed up there for a while talking about anything and everything that came to your mind. He'd quizzed you on your thoughts about the new album and you quizzed him on things he liked to do in his free time if he ever had free time to himself.

"Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you?!" Jimin was sweating and looked like he'd been running the length of the building four or five times,

"We went up to look at the stars, why?" You questioned but Jimin stared silent and looked at Yoongi who had his arm wrapped around your waist. It was only there for a split second since you'd tripped down the last step and he'd reached out to catch you,

"I want to go home, wanted to know if you needed a ride..." You went to speak but Yoongi did it for you.

"I'll drive her home, we were just talking about this new coffee shop down from her apartment." You smiled at Yoongi, you thought he would have forgotten about it already - Hoseok had when you mentioned it to him. It was just a small cafe down the road from your apartment but it was open 24 hours day, the night staff were the sweetest.

"Yeah, you took me. Tell Jackie I said Hi and buy me one of those small rainbow cupcakes?!" Jimin asked and you accepted, he loved to go there with you when neither of you could sleep. You'd stay in the corner booths talking about your feelings until the sun would rise or until the night staff turned to the day staff.

The night was drawing to a close and you were getting tired,

"Thank you for taking me to the cafe, it's a shame they didn't have the blueberry muffins, they're to die for." Your heels were in your hand as you walked up the driveway to your apartment door, Yoongi's jacket was slung over your shoulders and if anyone was to look out of their apartment window it would look like a scene from a movie or show. The dates coming home tired, laughing and the boyfriend's coat over your shoulders and the more you thought about it the worse you felt. Hoseok was the one supposed to be doing all of this with you but instead, he was at some party with other girls...other girls that looked better than you. Didn't drink 10 cups of coffee a day and have a strange addiction to finding cute little unique coffee shops.

"You went silent, what are you thinking about?" You were standing in front of your front door with Yoongi across from you, you shook your head.

"Nothing. Just thinking of what could have been." Yoongi laughed off your vague comment and you went on the hunt for your keys.

"Thanks again for tonight Yoongi, much better than the party-" You were cut off when his lips attached to yours. Your heart froze and not in a good way, not in the way it did when you were with Hobi. You put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him away from you.

"Y-Yoongi I didn't mean to- I didn't think this was a date...I didn't...I'm seeing someone." Was the only thing you could think of to make this situation easy for both of you to understand. Yoongi's face fell the moment the words left your mouth,

"Who is it?" You looked down and told him you couldn't tell him. He knew it wasn't Jimin if it was Jimin he never would have been able to keep it a secret for long enough so he was going to be guessing everyone he could think of.

"If they're making you hide it they're not worth it. If it was me you were dating I'd be showing you off, not hide you away," Neither of you said anything after that, he left your driveway and you walked into your apartment and slammed the door behind you.

"Fuck." You cried out locking the door and sliding down onto the floor, thoughts of what Yoongi had said filled your mind along with how Hoseok had ignored you all night. Your phone began to buzz and you took it out to see his name in big writing, 'Sunshine calling...' You declined and turned off your phone heading up to bed where you could cry alone about your thoughts.

Three days later and there was a loud banging on your front door. For the first time in three days, you got out of bed for something that wasn't food, or the toilet. You looked through the peephole to see Hoseok standing there. He looked furious about something so you opened the door and he pushed his way into the apartment.

"You kissed Yoongi?!" He yelled loudly as though this was his own place and he could yell at you like this without a reason.

"Come in Hoseok, would you like a drink?" You asked sarcastically not having the right mindset to be screamed at.

"You kissed Yoongi!?" He yelled out again as you walked past him and into the living room. You rubbed the bridge of your nose while closing your eyes, you had a huge headache and he wasn't helping with it at all. He looked at you, you were wearing sweatpants and a tank top. A cream oversized cardigan was thrown over the top of it but you looked like you hadn't slept in days.

"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me and I stopped him." He stared at you, how were you so calm about this?

"You're still in love with him aren't you?!" His voice cracked and your eyes snapped open to look at him.

"Are you serious?"

"What other explanation is there? You just kissed him?" You'd had enough of this conversation and it hadn't even started yet.

"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me after taking me to the cafe I had been begging you to take me to for weeks." He scoffed at you and then shook his head,

"You're mine-"

"Really!? Because it doesn't feel like it when you ignore me all night! You're too ashamed of me, none of this would have happened if you just told people we were dating!" You finally let everything off that was on your chest and he stared at you, a little taken back that you felt this way. He had never felt ashamed of you,

"I have never felt ashamed of you." His hand reached out for yours but you stepped away from him and stood next to the fireplace.

"Y/n, never once have I ever felt ashame of dating you...I kept us hidden because- Because I was worried people would say you're too good for me...Which I already believe. Gosh look at you and then at me-" You cut him off by kissing him, you hated whenever he would put himself down like this and he knew that. You always told him how great you thought he was,

"When I heard he kissed you I thought- I thought that maybe you still loved him." You took his hand in yours and rubbed your fingers over his knuckles.

"Hobi I love you, I freaked out and I didn't know what to do...I thought that you were ashamed of me and that's why we were hiding." He sighed at you and cupped your face in his hands.

"From now on...No more hiding, no more pretending to be single. I want everyone to know you're mine." You giggled as he started kissing your cheeks and then your lips.

"As a first official outing as an out couple, I'm taking you to that cafe, go and get changed." You pulled his hand in the direction of the stairs so he would come up with you,

"We can go later...I missed you." You whispered as you got to the bottom of the stairs, he kicked off his shoes and followed close behind you. He knew what you meant by missed him and he wasn't going to let you down now, he pushed you into the bedroom and laid you down gently on the bed, kissing you lovingly as he did so. Whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how you made his life worthwhile.

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Summary: Mahiru’s cousin visits him and he gets jealous when she flirts with Kuro. (KuroMahi)

“My aunt and cousin will stay in my uncle’s room for the weekend. You’ll have to stay in your animal form while they’re here. Toru talked to her parents and he told me they’re pretty strict. They said I can’t have guy friends over while my cousin is in the apartment.” Mahiru told Kuro as he carried a basket of clothes into his bedroom. “She’s the same age as us so I was surprised that they had rules against her meeting guys.”

“Isn’t this your home? You should be allowed to have your friends over. You were planning to have Misono and Tetsu over for a movie marathon, weren’t you?” Kuro was in his cat form and lounged in the basket full of warm clothes. He rolled onto his back and looked up at Mahiru. “We’re dating so they shouldn’t mind if I’m here. I’m not going to look at her.”

“She’s excited to visit Tokyo for that concert. Her parents might force her to leave if they find out I broke my promise to watch over my cousin. I don’t want anything to ruin her vacation.” He felt Mahiru set down the basket but he didn’t move to leave the nest of clothes. “I need to finish my chores before my cousin gets here so help me fold these clothes. Half of them are yours, anyways.”

“But my little kitty paws can’t grab the clothes properly. Too troublesome.” While Mahiru rolled his eyes at his excuse, he found himself giggling at the act. He lifted Kuro out of the basket so he could fold his clothes. But then Kuro returned to his human form while he was holding him. The sudden change caused them both to fall onto the bed with Mahiru on top of him.

Kuro brushed his bangs from his brown eyes. “We can do the laundry later. I want to spend as much time with you as possible while I still can.”

“I guess you don’t have to hide while we’re alone in my room. Though, we’ll have to be quiet so she won’t overhear us.” Mahiru shifted so he would be more comfortable but he didn’t move off Kuro’s chest. They started dating a few months ago and Kuro moved into his room recently. “I don’t like that I have to hide my boyfriend but I want to be accommodating to my relatives.”

His kindness was one of the things Kuro loved about him but he was worried that people would take advantage of that. Mahiru had told him that he wasn’t close with his distant relatives due to his experience at his mother’s funeral. His relatives spoke of him like a burden until his uncle stepped forward to adopt him. Mahiru understood that they couldn’t afford to adopt him so he didn’t resent them. The experience made him feel awkward around them though. Yet, he still offered his home to his aunt when she asked.

Kuro rolled on top of Mahiru and tenderly ran his fingers through his soft hair. He didn’t say a word but he didn’t need to. His simple touch was enough to comfort him and it reminded him that he could always rely on Kuro. Mahiru reached up to wrap his arms around his neck. He loved being surrounded by his warmth.

“She’ll leave Monday. Do you want to go on a date after she leaves? It has been awhile since we treated ourselves to a fancy restaurant or buffet. We can take a stroll through the town and walk off all that food afterwards.” Mahiru took out his phone to search for a place they could eat. He didn’t care where they went since he knew he would have fun with Kuro.

“On our last date, we walked past a noodle stand. We can buy cupped noodles there and walk around the park.” He suggested.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door and Mahiru sighed. His relatives had likely arrived and he stood to greet them. He returned to his cat form and followed him to the door. Mahiru opened the door and gave them a polite nod. “Hello Auntie. Hello Rei. I hope your plane ride here was comfortable. I’ll help you with your bags.”

“What a responsible boy you’ve become, Mahiru.” His aunt said as he led them into the apartment. “Your uncle spoke highly of you and I’m glad that I don’t have to worry about my daughter if you’re watching over her. Where is your uncle right now?”

“Uncle Toru is out of town because an emergency at his workplace came up. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take to resolve the situation.” Mahiru didn’t know if his aunt knew about C3 so he kept his explanation vague. “He already told me the rules you gave him and your phone number in case anything comes up. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay in Tokyo.”

Mahiru sat on the couch and worked on his math assignment. He petted Kuro on his lap and he purred contently in response. Usually, Kuro would rest his head on him while he worked but he had to stay in his cat form. He looked up from his textbook when his cousin entered the living room. “Is there anything you need, Rei? You can ask me if you’re looking for anything.”

“You’re only a year older than me, Mahiru. You don’t need to act like a babysitter.” His cousin rolled her eyes at him. She turned her back to him to get a water bottle from the fridge. “I told my mother that I wanted to stay at a hotel for the concert but she said I should stay with a relative.”

“I understand that it’s frustrating that your mother is controlling. She does sound strict. Maybe you can talk to her when you return home and figure out a compromise. My friend had a protective father but he was able to convince him to trust him more after they discussed it.” Mahiru suggested. “On the other hand, I agree that it’s dangerous for a teenager to stay in the city alone, even if it’s just for the weekend.”

“You’re lucky that you never had to deal with parents. You can do whatever you want since your uncle works out of the city.” She said and didn’t notice how loneliness briefly passed his face. Kuro sensed his pain and nestled against Mahiru’s hand. He knew how difficult losing his mother was for Mahiru. He also had to raise himself while his uncle was working.

Rei noticed a photo on the wall and exclaimed: “Is that Licht Todoroki? He’s a famous pianist.”

“He’s my friend.” He told her and he could see that she was starstruck.

She took the picture off the wall and walked to Mahiru. She persistently pointed to Kuro in the photograph. “Your friends in this photo are handsome. You should introduce me to some of them and set me up on a date.”

“Most of my friends are already dating someone.” Mahiru told her and shook his head. His phone vibrated and he glanced at the screen. He forgot his earlier feeling of sadness when he saw that it was his uncle. “My uncle is coming home tonight. We don’t have enough food to cook dinner for four people. I’ll go to the market down the street. Please tell your mother that I’m going out for a bit.”

Mahiru grabbed his jacket and scooped Kuro into his arms before he left his home. He walked into the staircase and set him down on the ground. He understood Mahiru’s intention and Kuro returned to his human form. They took each other’s hands and walked down the stairs.

“I’m going to cook my specialty hamburgers since my uncle will be coming home. I wish you could eat with us too.” They stepped out of the store with an armful of food. Mahiru glanced over his receipt and paused. “We forgot to buy tomatoes. Wait out here while I run back inside for them. This shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”

Mahiru handed the bags to Kuro before he walked into the store again. He watched him through the shop’s window until he was out of sight. Kuro searched for a shaded bench where he could sit and wait for him. He didn’t want to wander too far from the entrance or Mahiru wouldn’t be able to find him. He sat down and took out his phone to pass the time.

Footsteps approached him but he knew that it wasn’t Mahiru since it was too quick for him to return. He looked up and he was surprised to see Rei. Kuro didn’t greet her and looked back down at his phone. While she was Mahiru’s relative, he didn’t like how she spoke to him. She said, “Hello. You don’t know me but I think I’ve seen you before. Do you know my cousin, Mahiru? I saw you in a photo of him and a bunch of his friends.”

“I know Mahiru. I’m dating him.” Kuro said and held up his phone. His phone’s background was of him and Mahiru together on their first date. He returned to his game and said, “If you’re looking for Mahiru, he’s in the store.”

“Mahiru didn’t mention that you two were dating. I’m kind of surprised since he’s a simple guy and it must be boring dating him.” She said and sat next to him. Kuro bit his tongue to stop himself from giving her a retort. He wanted to defend Mahiru but he couldn’t upset one of his cousins. He shifted his grocery bags between them but then she leaned over the food to touch his arm. “It looks like you’re strong.”

“Excuse me, Rei, you shouldn’t touch Kuro like that. He doesn’t like it when strangers get too close.” Mahiru’s voice came between them. He grabbed the grocery bags and then took Kuro’s hand to pull him away. He didn’t look back to see his cousin’s reaction.

After they walked a block, Mahiru stopped and looked at his bags. He felt embarrassed that he let his feelings get the better of him and acted rude to his cousin. He had overheard their conversation so he knew that Kuro had told her about their relationship. Yet, she still tried to flirt with him. Mahiru let go of his hand and touched Kuro’s bell. “I want to invite you to dinner. My aunt won’t mind since we’re dating.”

“I wasn’t looking forward to eating out of the cat bowl so I’ll love to eat with you. Your cooking’s great.” Kuro threaded their fingers together and they walked down the street.

[knight-ingale]

Chapter 2, Seeing the Rain

A/N: Hey guys, hope you like chapter two! I wanted to write more in this one chapter, but I don’t have the first book with me right now, and I reaaally want Jessica’s quotes accurate, so this will be all until sometime next month! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---~---~---~---~---~---~--- *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Despite the unfamiliar noise of rain and wind against the roof and walls of the house you had managed to fall asleep before midnight. You slept much more soundly than you thought you would. Then again, you were much better at adapting to the weather changes during your summer visits than Bella was. All that being said, you were still anxious for the oncoming day as you fell into slumber.

You woke up to the thick, misty fog clouding the world outside the cold pane of your window. It almost looked like the cloudy sky had descended onto the wet terrain of your new world.

Getting dressed was easy since you had set out your clothes the night before. The clothes you had picked were warm, or as warm as you could manage considering your meager wardrobe, and as inconspicuous as you could manage. You weren’t one to wear neon-bright colors to begin with, so it wasn’t difficult. Thinking as you dressed, you picked back up on your train of thought from last night. How much attention would you and Bella attract? Usually, you and your sister’s presence wasn’t something to worry about. The beginning of the year brought new students, no matter what school year was beginning or where. The schools in Phoenix were always crowded and bustling, so two new students wouldn’t turn any heads. But here? Things were drastically different from Arizona. Like Bella had said, everyone here had grown up together for generations. There was already a complex connection between families and social circles that had remained unchanged for years! You almost had to forcibly shake the thoughts from your head as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your backpack to go downstairs.

You took the short staircase two steps at a time, landing softly at the bottom without falling over. Bella and Charlie were already sitting down at the square table in the kitchen when you got all the way down, both with a plate of fried eggs in front of them with another in the empty spot in between them. You sat down with a small smile and hello before picking up your fork eating in the continued quietness surrounding the three of you. Charlie finished his eggs and stood up from his seat to wash his plate. He turns around at the sink when he’s done to face you and Bella. 

“Well,” he says, “I hope you two have a good day at school.” You swallow your eggs and smile, 

“Thanks, Dad. Have a good day at work.” 

“Thanks, Dad,” Bella says. Despite her thanks, you knew she was less than optimistic. Charlie nods to you both before patting all his pockets and making sure he has everything before leaving. Once he’s out the door, you continue to eat your eggs. You and Bella finish quickly, but Bella decides to stay a little longer. You were already early enough, so you decided waiting a little longer wouldn’t be too bad. Bella sat at the table, peering into the living room as you got up to wash both your plates.

“You ready to go?” you ask, drying your hands off on a towel as you turn around to your sister. Bella breaks her gaze from the pictures on the fireplaces mantel and turns to you, 

“Yeah, let’s get going. Don’t want to be late on the first day, right?” Her smile is more of a grimace, but you laugh at her attempt at humor. You grab your bag from the wooden seat as Bella flicks off the kitchen light. She takes a deep breath before opening the door, swinging the barrier open to the drizzling skies outside. 

You stepped out to greet the chilly air first, walking out from the cover of the overhanging roof to look up at the downcast sky and the peaks of the tall trees. The light rain on your face was quickly waking you up, the wet air filling your air with rejuvenating energy. Once Bella had locked the door, she hurried her way past you to the truck, pulling you out of your moment. Bella hops in the truck before you get to your side, unlocking the door for you. You climb into your own seat and try to close the heavy door without slamming it, to not much avail. On the upside, the truck was clean on the inside! There were a few faint, mysterious stains on the carpet beneath your feet, but that was all. The inside also smelled nice, like fresh peppermint and a little bit of gasoline. Unfortunately, the truck did have one draw-back, and that would be the roaring engine that nearly made you jump out of your skin. Both you and Bella jumped in your seats, sharing a surprised look. 

“Well, a vehicle this old is bound to have a flaw, I guess,” Bella grumbles. You shrug and reach for the radio. To your delight, the practically ancient device was functional! You let the radio play quietly as Bella drives.

 A plus to living in a small town, it was pretty easy to find the school. Of course, it’s pretty easy to find since it was just off the highway like almost anything that wasn’t a residential area. The buildings were so vastly different from your school back in Arizona, you almost wouldn’t have recognized it as a school building if it weren’t for the sign. There were no chain-link fences around the property, no metal detectors, not a single cop car. Bella decided to park right in front of the first building labeled ‘Front Office’. You hop out of the passenger side easily, leaving the warmth of the cab for the misty air outside. Bella followed with much more reluctance than you to follow the little stone path up to the doors. You stop with her right before, watching her take an anxious breath before opening the door.

Inside the office was warm and cozy, dressed to be a little waiting room with ugly orange carpet and only somewhat comfy looking folding chairs against the walls. And, for some reason, there were a bunch of plants. Why so many plants? Just set them outside, they’d never forget to water them that way. 

You followed Bella up to one of three desks, the one manned by a middle-aged, redhead wearing glasses that were slipping down the bridge of her nose. She looks up at you and your sister with a polite smile, 

“Can I help you?” 

“I’m Isabella Swan,” Bella informs her. You lean closer to Bella’s side to be in the woman’s line of sight, 

“I’m Y/N Swan,” You add. Immediately, recognition sparks behind her eyes.

“Of course,” She says. She turns her chair slightly to her side to dig through a spire of papers. “I have your schedules right here, and maps of the school.” She brings out several papers in each hand, addressing your sister first. When she finishes with Bella, she waves you forward to explain your schedule and draw some paths from class to class. She looks up to both of you when she’s done, “You two have a good day!” You smile back and thank her before turning to leave.

When you get back to the truck, other students were beginning to arrive. You both get back into the truck to follow the line of traffic to the student parking. You finally park and Bella immediately switches off the obscenely loud engine. Bella stuffs all her papers into her backpack before leaning back against the back of the seat’s head-rest, eyes closed and head tipped upwards as she sighs.

“Hey.” Bella turns her head to the side to look at you, “You can do this, Bells. No one is gonna bite you.” She scoffs at your encouragement, but you just grin, “Hey, if they do, you can just bite ‘em back!” Your joke gets her to chuckle. She takes a deep breath,

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

You both step out of the truck onto the black pavement. You have to steady Bella as you hop over the lip of the sidewalk since the nearly trips on it. Before you part ways, you pull her into a hug, 

“My first class is in building two. We meet up at the truck at the end of the day, right?” Bella nods in affirmation before letting go. “Alright, you later Bells. Try not to fall on anyone,” you jest mischievously. Your sister rolls her eyes, 

“I’ll do my best, later jerk,” she mumbles. You watch her walk away for a moment before turning to make your way to your own building.

Your first class was English, so hopefully, it would be an okay class to start the day off with. You had your hands shoved into your jacket pockets, anxiously fiddling with a gum wrapper you had forgotten about. As brave as you had seemed compared to your sister, someone could assume you to be fearless, which is a total lie. You’re anxious as all get out! Even as you walked to your class, you had anxious butterflies doing karate in your stomach.

Once you made it to your classrooms open door, you noticed how small the classroom really is. Since it was one of the classrooms closer to the middle of the building, there are no windows. The desks were set in clusters rather than rows and the teacher’s desk was in the front corner of the room. The few students who were already there were hanging up their jackets and parkas, but you bypassed them to speak to the teacher, a slightly short woman with light brown hair. 

“Um, excuse me,” you ask. The teacher looks up and stares in surprise. “I, uh, the front desk says you need to sign this slip?” You hold it out to her and she grabs it, 

“Ah,” she realizes, “you’re the new student, Y/n Swan, correct?” She scribbles her signature in the first-hour box and smiles as she hands it back to you, “I’m Mrs. Hannson, I hope you enjoy this class! I actually have some papers for you, the syllabus and all that.” You nod as she turns to a pile on her desk, pulling out a small and neatly paper-clipped stack of papers. She hands it to you and you smile, nodding along as she explains, “You’ll be sitting over there,” she points to a cluster of desks, “with group three.”

You sat down in your seat, greeting the one person already there, a girl with short, coppery-brown hair and freckles. She looks up at you through round glasses and away from her work, a sketchy drawing of a landscape. 

“Hey,” she greets you warmly, “You’re Y/n Swan, right?” You flush. You knew coming to a new school with such a small populace had the possibility of being news, but you had no idea everyone would know you before you even walked through the doors!

“Ah, yeah. It seems like I won’t have to introduce myself since everyone already knows my name,” you joked. She laughs, but it’s more in understanding than humor.

“Yeah, sorry. Small town, big news, you know?” You sigh and nod. “Oh, my name’s Alana by the way, but everyone just calls my Lana.” you talk as more students file into the classroom. That is until loud boys sit in the chair next to you. One is average height and had rusty auburn hair, paired with pale blue eyes and skin pale enough to rival Snow White, maybe even your sister. The other was tall, at least 5’9, and had curly brown hair on top with shorn-down sides. His eyes were dark brown, but they were alight with mischief and boyish energy, matching the pale blue irises of his apparent friend. 

“Hey there,” the brown-eyed boy greeted you, “You’re one of the new girls.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement.

“Yup, Y/n Swan,” you answer. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Cole,” he smiles at you. You politely nod before your attention is turned to the red-headed boy, 

“I’m Luke, by the way,” he states, sitting back in his chair. The four of you talk past the bell, only stopping when Mrs. Hannson begins the class.

The next class was History in building four, which went by fairly quickly, as did all your other classes. You were honestly just excited for lunch to hit. You were hungry! According to your schedule, you assumed all students went to lunch at the same time, given there was no labeling of alphabetical or numerical lunches. It seemed so strange. Could all four grades really fit in one lunchroom? Then again, your school back in Phoenix had a much larger population than Forks High School.

The bell to your fourth hour rang, and everyone started to pack up to migrate towards the cafeteria building. Luckily for you, Lana from your  first hour was in this class, sociology. The pair of you made small talk about classes and such as you walked outside into the drizzling rain. When you entered the dryness of the cafeteria, you looked around for your sister. You bid Lana farewell and made your way around the large eating area with no actual idea where you were going until you spotted your sister sitting at a table with a strangely large amount of people for her first day.

“Hey Bells!” you call out. Your voice wasn’t loud enough to call any attention to you, but it did seem to catch her attention. She turns her head and looks relieved to see you. Bella gives you a little wave and the girl she was presumably talking to earlier turns her head to look at you. Bella scoots a bit to open up a seat and you sit next to her, leaning forward with your arms crossed on the table to see the mystery girl beside your sister. “Hey there,” you greet with a friendly smile. She smiles back, 

“Hey! You’re Bella’s little sister, right?” You nod,

“Yup, that’s me. My name is Y/n, but it seems like everybody already knows that I guess,” you chuckled. The dark haired girl laughs,

“Yeah, it’s gonna be like that for a little bit. New people are exciting in a small town and all that,” she shrugs. You nod in agreement, “Anyways, my name is Jessica, nice to meet you!”

You and Jessica have barely introduced yourselves when you notice Bella looking away from the conversation, positively enraptured by something else. You look over to your sisters line of sight in confusion, 

“Bella, what are you looking at?” your confusion dissolves quickly into awe when you see what she sees. Five horrendously beautiful people walk into the room. 

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Breath Control, Chapter Ten

an A Court of Mist and Fury College Swim Team AU

Feysand and Elriel

All characters belong to SJ Maas

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Author’s Note: Is it too early to apologize?

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TEN

~~~Feyre~~~

The world spun around me as I slammed back through the glass doors into the dark hallway of the club. I could have sworn I heard a voice shouting my name from far behind me but that was probably all the alcohol talking. I mean, I was going crazy right? Surely it hadn’t taken all of two days before my brand new boyfriend decided to cheat on me? I was just imagining that. Right? 

I stumbled through the bathroom door and barely made it to a stall before I hurled up everything left in my stomach.

“Shit,” I spit out. Then-- 

“Shit,” I said again as I somehow managed to puke up even more alcohol. It was red--what had I been drinking that was red?

Fairly certain I was done emptying my stomach, I wiped my mouth, flushed, and emerged from the stall. 

My eyes directed at my shoes, I bumped directly into Rhys’s hard chest.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I said quietly, pushing off his chest and stalking over to the sink. Well, I tried to stalk. The few steps from the stall to the sink seemed to take years, rather than a few seconds. Everything was spinning, ever so slightly. 

“Feyre, you’ve got to let me explain.” 

“No.”

“Feyre, please.” 

I turned at his desperate tone of voice. 

“Were you or were you not just kissing Amantha? I mean, Amarntha. You know who I mean!” 

Alcohol, you are not my friend tonight.

“I was. But--”

“No buts! That’sss called cheating, Rhys, in case you didn’t know. So get out of my way. I’m going--”

I realized I had nowhere to go. I was staying with him, for crying out loud. I did have my car at his place... But I was drunk. 

So I was stuck.

“I’m going somewhere and you better not follow me there! Wherever there even is!” I was shouting now, and Rhys looked like he wanted to keep talking, but I turned, stumbled, and burst back through the bathroom door into the quiet dark of the hallway. I ran as fast as I could without falling flat on my face and didn’t stop until I was in the center of the dance floor. 

Bodies pressed against me tightly from every direction. Only two people grabbed my ass on the long journey to the middle of the group. I was pretty sure I was crying, the world spinning around me thanks to the alcohol and what I’d just seen, when I finally found Mor. One look at me and she stopped dancing.

“Feyre!” She shouted, gripping my wrists with her hands. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “I have to leave. Can you call me an Uber? I don’t have the app!”

Mor nodded, looking concerned. She pulled me outside of the club and we sat on the curb, leaning against each other as she fumbled around in her pockets until she found her phone. Ten minutes later, our collective drunken efforts resulted in a successful call for an Uber.

When it pulled up, I looked at Mor. “Wait, where are you sending me?”

She shook her head as though trying to clear it. “No, no. We’re going to my place! Where I hope to hear everything.”

At her mention of “everything,” I started to tear up again. Damn it. Sad drunks were the worst and now I was one of them. Mor merely tugged me off the curb and we collapsed into the back of the Uber together. Twenty minutes later, we were outside yet another massive estate on the edge of town. 

“You Nights don’t mess around,” I mumbled. 

“What?” Mor asked, giggling a little.

“Nothing, nothing. Can we just go inside?” 

She nodded seriously and led me around to the back door. 

“My father really doesn’t approve of my inclination to party, so I have to sneak in and out. Shhh,” she added before another fit of giggles hit her. That was Mor. Her upbeat mood could not be beaten, even while drunk and with a crying friend tagging along behind her. And I was full-on crying by now. 

Mor carefully unlocked the back door. She led me into an enormous kitchen bathed in shadow. We made a brief stop so Mor could grab a huge bag of chips and a couple bottles of water. Except for a close call that involved a cat on the staircase, we made it upstairs unnoticed. 

Mor’s room was the first door on the right on the second floor. She led me inside, flipped on the light, and proceeded to flop down onto her enormous bed in the center of the room. Her room was… like a fairytale. The four-poster bed, hung with gauzy white curtains, seemed to float freely in the center of the room on a white fluffy carpet. The pale blue walls were covered with pictures of her and her friends, band posters, Polaroids, and other various paraphernalia. A terribly cluttered white desk sat on one side of the room, and a white dresser on the other. In one corner there lay several enormous white bean-bag chairs covered in luxurious blue and gold pillows and blankets. 

“Alright, Archeron,” Mor said, sprawled across her bed, her shoes kicked off and her mouth stuffed full of chips. “Please tell me why we just fled the club faster than Cinderella at midnight.” 

I wasn’t sure why, but I chose to sit down on the floor in the center of her bedroom, halfway between the door and the bed. “I don’t even understand what just happened, Mor.”

“Well, tell me and I’ll help you puzzle through it. And maybe start with why we stranded Rhys at the club?” 

I let out a groan and flopped onto my back. The ceiling was still spinning, but only a tiny bit now.

“Drink this,” Mor said and chucked a water bottle at me. 

I jumped as the water bottle landed right next to my head. Then I sat up, chugged it down, and put my head between my knees. 

“Mreesechertedonme.”

“What?” Mor said sharply.

I raised my head. “Rhys cheated on me.”

Mor sat straight up on her bed. “What,” she said again.

I sighed, then explained what I had seen and heard. The tears kept coming as I told her about Amarantha and Rhys admitting to me what he’d done.

Mor looked thunderstruck. Her water bottle, which had been halfway to her mouth when I’d broken the news, was slowly dripping water onto her shirt. “And he said he wanted to explain? I’m confused. Rhys would never do something like that. Ever. Especially not to you.” 

“What do you mean, especially not to me?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not serious.”

“Serious about what?”

“Rhys has been in love with you from the moment you set foot on campus for your recruiting trip.”

“That’s a bunch of bullshit. I barely knew Rhys until like a month ago, when he saved me from the Halloween party.” 

Mor shook her head slowly, her mouth hanging open. “No,” she began, eyes wide, “it’s not bullshit. I don’t know if you remember much about your recruiting trip. But Rhys and I were freshmen that year. You showed up to campus, your usual gorgeous self--” she winked at me “--and Rhys was a goner. He thought you were so pretty, and so cool, and you talked about books or something for like five seconds and then he thought you were so smart, too (which you are). And when the team decided to make the really dumb decision of drinking with the recruits that weekend, you turned down every offer for sex, drugs, whatever, that came your way from the upperclassmen guys, no matter how drunk you were. Not that he would have judged you if you had. But he could tell you knew what you wanted. It would have been easier, as a senior in high school on a recruiting trip, for you to do and say whatever the upperclassmen wanted in order to fit in. But you had those values, and you stuck to them. You surprised him.

“And then,” she added, laughing as I stared at her in disbelief, “you, drunk off your ass, got up on that table in the middle of the party, and announced to everyone that you were committing to swim at Prythian as soon as you sobered up enough to call the head coach. May I repeat--he was a goner.

“So,” she added somewhat awkwardly. “I hope he doesn’t hate me for telling you that shit. There’s a lot more behind it but I wanted to explain a little because you’re so obviously clueless!

“But none of that excuses him cheating on you, of course.” 

Now it was my brain that was spinning instead of the ceiling. Rhys had been acting suspicious around me since the Halloween party--I had suspected his feelings even then, unwilling to admit it to myself. But I would never have guessed that he’d been interested for over two years… Why on earth had he cheated, then? Being drunk wasn’t an excuse. But it didn’t make sense that someone who was supposedly… in love… with someone else would go and cheat on them two days into their very new and fragile relationship. 

I couldn’t puzzle this out right now. “Yeah. Um. I just want to go to sleep. Can you take me to Rhys’s in the morning so I can get my car and leave?” 

Mor nodded sadly. “I wish things turned out differently,” she said. “But I do think you should talk to him.” 

I shook my head. “Maybe. Where can I sleep?”

She patted the bed. “Right here. I’m about to pass out anyways.”

I merely stood up and shuffled over to the bed. I kicked off my shoes, tossed my rings and bracelets on the ground. The last thing I remember was how impeccably soft one of Mor’s pillows felt against my cheek as my tears dripped onto it.

~~~Elain~~~

***three days later***

I really did not want to do life for the next few weeks. 

Okay, that might have been a slight over exaggeration. Really, I just didn’t want to do my classes and finals for the next few weeks. Christmas break was coming up, and the last thing I wanted to focus on during the holiday season were my exams. Nursing was hard--why had I decided to do this, again? 

Of course, I did have one thing to look forward to now that I was back in Prythian. 

Azriel. 

We’d spent hours on the phone, texting, since the storm had stopped and Azriel had walked me to my car. He hadn’t kissed me. I’d wanted him to. And he seemed like he had wanted to. At least, that was what it seemed like.

I pulled my car into the parking lot, locked it, and started the trek to my eight hour long Monday morning nursing immersion ‘course’. I didn’t even want to think about all the ‘fun’ I’d be having until five pm tonight. But I only had to make it until five. Then I was meeting Azriel in the Student Union for dinner. His practice ended around five, so the timing was perfect.  And I did like my degree, and job. It was just going to be very difficult to concentrate when I knew who I’d be seeing at the end of it. 

Focus, Elain. Do your job. 

Eight hours later, I shuffled out of the building, exhausted but satisfied after a hard day’s work. I barely made it to my car. I sat there for a moment, reclining the seat all the way back, and told myself I could close my eyes for just two minutes. 

Twenty minutes later I jerked awake. 

“Shit!” 

I put the car into Drive and made it across campus to Student Union parking in what had to be record time. Still in my scrub top, I raced across the parking lot, body slamming my way through the front doors and directly into an extremely tall male standing just inside of them. 

“Oof! I’m so sorry--Az?”

“Elain?”

“Uhhhh…” I suddenly became aware of what I must look like. I was wearing scrubs, my hair hadn’t been touched since that morning, and forget about makeup. Not to mention the crazed look that was probably in my eyes after my accidental nap and subsequent frantic race across campus. “Hey!” I gave him a hug.

His arms wrapped around me and as if by magic my body relaxed. Shoulders falling, I sank into Azriel’s strong chest, my head barely coming up to his shoulders. I breathed out. “This is nice.”

“It is,” he agreed.

“But I’m starving.”

He chuckled as I broke away from him and made a beeline for the line to the fast-food place that served the best chicken in the whole world. At least, it was the best chicken in the whole world when I was this starving and had no other options. 

The line was way too long for a Monday night on campus. I was definitely going to die--of embarrassment at my appearance or hunger, I wasn’t sure which would kill me first.

“Elain?”

“Huh?”

“I asked you a question.” Azriel grinned. “But I understand if you were too busy bouncing on your toes to listen.”

I lowered myself to the ground and chuckled awkwardly. “I’m sorry--I’ve just had a horribly long day and haven’t eaten since eleven o’clock this morning.”

“I love it when you laugh like that.”

“Like--what?”

“When you’re uncomfortable--you have this laugh you do and it’s honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

I covered my face with my hands and stepped forward to the front of the line. “Ohhhh my gosh. That’s so embarrassing.” I clenched my jaw to keep myself from laughing again.

Azriel gently prised my hands from my face and then put his fingers under my chin and pressed slightly. “Don’t do that! I live for every embarrassed laugh from you.”

I swatted his arm away--but I was smiling. “Alright. If you get to keep my embarrassed laughs, I’m gonna need something cute and embarrassing to hold over you.”

“Good luck finding one. I’m the portrait of smooth,” he said, rolling his eyes, hands in his pockets. 

“We’ll see about that,” I said as I flounced up to the register. Azriel insisted on paying for my food--after he swore to let me pay for our third date. (Third date!!) It was ready before we’d finished paying and he swiped the tray before I could get to it. He carried it over to a table and chairs on the second floor balcony of the Student Union. I flung myself into the chair, resting my wrists on the armrests and slouching down. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Azriel said.

I raised my eyebrows and put my chin in my hand. “What makes Azriel Umbra uncomfortable? Hmmm..” 

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. 

“That’s it!” I said. Several heads whipped over to stare at us. “I mean,” I whispered, “That’s it.”

He sat down across from me. “What’s it?” Eye roll.

“You roll your eyes way too often. Like, way too often.” 

I watched him attempt to restrain the eye roll.

“See, now that you’re aware of it you’re incredibly self-conscious.” 

He stared at me. Then rolled his eyes. “I give.”

“Ha!” 

Toward the end of the meal, I decided to be nosy. 

“So… have you talked to Rhys recently?” 

He looked up from his food so fast I thought he’d give himself whiplash. 

“He mentioned a couple of things.”

I put my elbows on the table. All around us, the Union was emptying out for the evening. 

“Feyre won’t give me any details about what happened between them. All I know is they went to a party, Rhys did something, and Feyre drove straight back to school from his place the next morning. She didn’t even come home to see if I wanted a ride. And I’ve heard squat from her since. They just seemed so… happy.”

Azriel sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I never actually saw them when they were ‘together-together’ because they got together over the break, but I know that whatever must have happened, Rhys didn’t do it on purpose. I’m not sure how much to tell you, but… he’s liked Feyre for a very long time.” 

I bit my lip. “She was just so different while we were at home for the break. Much different than she’d been since she started dating Tamlin. Carefree, bubbly, talking with my father, joking with Nesta, of all people. I don’t know what to do.” 

“I’ll try to get more out of Rhys. All he said on the entire car ride back to school was that he made a mistake, it was out of his hands, and it was probably better for Feyre if she hated him anyway. And I know that’s not true.” 

“Let me know if he tells you anything else.”

“I’ll try,” he said. “Shall we go?” 

He walked me back to my car. It was full dark outside, only the light of the streetlamps guiding us. 

I opened the driver’s side door and threw my purse in. “I had a really good time--”

The world never heard the rest of my sentence because he kissed me before I could finish it. 

His kiss was gentle, his hands cupping the sides of my face. My hands fumbled up to wrap around his shoulders as his lips caressed mine, increasing the pressure slightly. I understood and his tongue swept in. I ran one hand down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt, my other hands pulling him closer to me. 

But he pressed one more kiss to my lips, then kissed the top of my head. “Good night, Elain.”

I gulped down air, the chill of the night surprising me as soon as his body moved away from mine. 

I smiled at him and he kissed me again, briefly this time. “Good night, Elain,” he said again. “And there’s the laugh I was looking for!” He exclaimed after I chuckled nervously, but not unhappily, after the kiss. 

“Oh go to hell!” I said, and he rolled his eyes. Purely for my benefit, I knew. I didn’t stop smiling the whole drive home.

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Legends and Lifetimes

The air here is delicious, even through an N95. And I mean, really, wow. Yosemite Valley, baby. Ten-out-of-ten.

The park is deserted, which is fine by me. I’m less fond of people these days, and not just because there’s a pandemic on. Don’t get me wrong, I had lots of friends, once. Most of them have been dead for centuries now, and the ones that aren’t are...well, still not quite alive. Asleep? Hibernating? Let’s go with ‘corporeally indisposed.’ Serves them right for making deals with the fey and scrutinizing the fine print under immortality…not that I’m still bitter about any of that, all these lifetimes later. The point is, I’m accustomed to being alone.

But anyway. This view!

I suck in another deep breath and follow a bend in the path, taking in the verdant scenery on either side of me. I can hear water rushing not far off, and my feet follow the sound.

America isn’t all bad. I mean, America is falling apart—the whole world is falling apart—but at least the parks are open again. Should I have flown all the way from the Emerald Isle during a pandemic just for a change of scenery? Probably not (which is precisely why I didn’t, thank you very much). I hitched a ride on a freighter, free in exchange for the paradoxical job of stopping more people from hitchhiking on the freighter. I’m not too attached to the traditional concept of employment. In any case, the boat was a rickety old thing and it took bloody forever, but I got where I wanted to go in the end.

The sign ahead announces Vernal Falls, which puts a spring in my step. According to the Lonely Planet guide I’ve got shoved in my backpack, it’s supposed to feature thundering waters and a three-hundred-foot granite staircase. As I climb the first few chiseled steps, I can already feel the mist clouding the air, settling on my arms and weighing down locks of my hair.

I’ve always been drawn to the wild places, to the bleeding edge of danger. I’m the type to start a bar fight, to finish a bar fight, and, indeed, to enjoy any and all phases of a bar fight. I’ve been known to throw myself in harm’s way to protect a friend. Or, you know, just for good measure. I don’t have great self-preservation instincts. Which is partly why enormous waterfalls and slippery stairs suit my fancy just fine.

Wow, and I mean wow, what a view.

I’m halfway up the stairs now, and there are the falls staring back at me. I’ve never seen water so crystal clear. Even as it froths and it tumbles, I can see straight through to the rock wall behind it. The force of the Merced River is terrifying, and yet somehow as delicate as lace. I take a step closer to the edge.

The spray hits my face in a gust, and I taste minerals on my tongue. I sway forward, just a little...just enough to see where the water crashes down below.

And then, to my utmost horror, I see a face.

“Sir Gwaine,” it says, in a gurgle of water.

I wrench myself backward, nearly plummeting down the stairs ass-first. I barely manage to get hold of a nearby tree before losing both balance dignity.

No! Not her again...I’m on vacation!

“Sir Gwaine,” repeats the lady in the water. With gut-wrenching disregard for gravity, her face travels up the waterfall, until she is looking me in the eye again. The spots on the water where her eyes ought to be glisten, diamond-like and deadly. I stare at the uncertain contours of her face, waves of crystalline hair cascading around her.

I shake my head. “Not you.”

She purses her liquid lips. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?”

I straighten, breathing in a lungful of mist in hopes of regaining composure.

“M’lady,” I say, bowing deeply and giving her my most insufferable grin. “I thought I made myself clear when last we met.”

“Which part, sir knight?”

I cock an eyebrow. “The stay-the-hell-away-from-me part. And I’m not a knight anymore.” I gesture to myself and my bedraggled backpack, pausing to emphasize the stuffed sheep I keep dangling from one of the zippers. Her face remains impassive.

“Have you noticed what’s been happening in the world lately? Unkindness, injustice, sickness...everything falling to pieces?”

My static eyebrow joins its raised companion. “Do you think I live under a rock?”

“Then you must know it is time.” From beneath her rivulets of hair, I see shoulders emerge, bunching together as though she means to pull something heavy out of the water.

“Don’t!” I shout, risking another slippery step backward.

Insofar as water is capable of the gesture, she sighed. “You know the limits of my magic, sir knight. I cannot give you something if you will not accept it.”

“Duh!” I tell her, the picture of eloquence. “Obviously, I know that, which is how I’ve managed to stave you off for the past several creepy visits you’ve paid me. And that...thing,”—I pointed a shaking finger into the depths, toward the unseen thing she’d almost brought to surface—“belongs to the king.”

All of the sparkle goes out of the waterfall at once. It’s uncanny, how much darker things get when the water stops letting the sun adorn its surface.

“He is not coming back, Gwaine. He has already slept far too long...”

“Oh really?” I challenge. “Then wake him.”

The lady’s eyes go dead. “You know I cannot.”

“No. You can’t. Because that’s not how our legend goes, is it?”

Her form recedes slightly, but I can still make out her expression—it is not a pleasant one.

“Listen lady, I’m only going to say this once,” I tell her, despite the fact that I’ve said it before. I’ve been saying it every time she’s ambushed me in a swimming pool or an overfull sink, offering a sword that isn’t mine to take. It’s been going on for years, now. Too many years for an immortal to count.

I lean out over the precipice again, just enough that I know she’s worried she might have to stop me drowning (again). Like I said—bad self-preservation instincts. But hey. It takes a real reckless bastard to still have faith in the impossible.

I turn my back on her with a smile. “The king is coming back. Now go back to your lake, lady. I’ve got a hike to finish.”

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Alone, Together | Never Be Alone: Epilogue 1 | Morgan Rielly

June 2022

“Tia Bee, youw haiw so soft,” two-and-a-half year old Jace Tavares grabbed a chunk of Bee’s hair as she balanced him on her hip.  His toothy grin was wide, his big brown eyes smiling as he let go on the chunk but began running his fingers through her hair instead.  “So soft.”

“Thank you, Jace,” Bee giggled.  Jace touched her hair whenever Bee picked him up.  From beside her, Aryne laughed, her pregnant belly, swollen with her and John’s second child, popping through her blazer.  “Do you want a cookie from the nice man?”

“Yes pwease!”

“What kind?”

“Chocowate chip!”

“Heeeeyyyyy, that’s my favourite cookie!” Angie protested playfully as the barista behind the counter grabbed a chocolate chip cookie with the tongs he was holding.  “Can I take a biiiig bite out of your cookie?”

“Noooo!” Jace giggled.  “You buy own cookie!”

The girls laughed as Aryne paid for everybody’s coffees and snacks, pushing her stroller to the counter where they chatted and awaited their drinks.  Jace was already munching on his cookie in Bee’s arms, Aryne sipping on her green tea while Bee and Angie awaited their iced coffees.  Jace eventually wiggled in Bee’s arms and asked to be put back in his stroller, and she happily obliged, strapping him in.

As the ladies made their way back to Aryne’s Range Rover in the underground parking of Yorkdale, loading all their bags into the trunk, Angie slipped into the backseat with Jace while Bee took the passenger’s seat.  “I should actually go to my parents’ house – it’s not that far and I’m due for a visit” Angie commented, snaking the seatbelt across her body.  The car light flashed on the ring on her left hand – the ring that Mason gave her one year ago as they exchanged vows on a beach in Cuba in front of close friends and family.  It was the only destination wedding Bee had been to, but it was definitely the best.  Angie looked beautiful, Mason looked handsome, and she spent a week on a beach with them, the Favaros, and Morgan.  She couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“It’s closer – I’m sure Aryne won’t mind,” Bee said as Aryne slipped into the front seat.

“Where to?  Your Uber driver needs to know,” Aryne smiled at Angie through the rear-view mirror.  

“To Bathurst and Sheppard please, where Clarette Favaro is probably already knee deep in dirt planting vegetables.”

Aryne backed out of her spot, driving through the underground parking to get to the exit.  Once they emerged into the sunlight, Angie’s phone rang from the backseat.  “Hello?...Morgan?” Angie asked, her brows furrowing.  Bee whipped her head around at the mention of his name.  “Morgan, is everything okay?...Well, we were just in underground par – yeah of course she’s with me….Uh huh…Okay…Yeah.  Yeah, we can bring her no problem…Is it urgent?  Okay…text me the address…”

“What’s wrong?” Bee mouthed to Angie, but she didn’t answer.  Angie kept nodding her head.  “Yeah.  Yeah okay.  We’ll bring her as soon as possible.  We’ll be there soon.  We’ll speed.”

It was Bee’s turn to furrow her brows as Angie hung up the phone.  “What’s going on?”

“That was Morgan.  He just needs to see you right now,” Angie said.  “We’ll bring you to him.”

“Where is he?”

“He texted me the address,” she said, leaning forward.  She showed her phone screen to Aryne, away from Bee’s eye.  “Do you know where this is?  Can you go here?”

Aryne took a quick glance at the screen.  “Absolutely.  I know exactly where that is.  I’ll get us there in no time.”

***

Bee was nervous the entire time that Aryne drove them to wherever Morgan was.  Bee didn’t even pay attention to her surroundings and where they were going – she was too busy furiously texting Morgan on her phone – no response from him, naturally – and asking Angie a bunch of questions.  What did he sound like?  Was everything alright?  Did he sound hurt?  Was he crying?  Was he angry?  Did he seem pissed off?  Had something happened with the Leafs and they were the last to know about it?

When Aryne finally arrived at the destination, driving up to the curb and parking, Bee practically tuck-and-rolled out of the car.  “Morgan!” she called out, running up to him as he was waiting for her on the front porch of a house.  “What’s wrong?  Is everything okay?” she asked hurriedly.

“Damn, Aryne got you here quick,” he commented, a smirk on his face.  “Tell her she’s gotta slow down.  Precious cargo and all that.”

The fact that he was so blasé confused her.  Angie’s tone seemed a little bit frantic, and although she answered all of Bee’s questions to the best of her abilities, her answers didn’t really, well…answer anything.   Bee was determined to get to the bottom of it.  “Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No, no,” he shook his head.  “I just gotta show you something.”

With the realization that he wasn’t hurt or seemingly in danger, she was able to calm down.   She finally noticed his clothes – a plain old t-shirt, old jeans, and runners.  Behind him, a doorway surrounded by white trimming and red brick.  Finally, she really took in that they were standing on the porch of a house.  “Where…whose house is this?”

“Come in.  Come inside,” he said, ignoring her question, his smirk still adorning his face.  “Here,” he handed her a hard hat.  He had another in his hand, presumably for him, that she hadn’t noticed until now.  “You’re gonna need this.”

“A hardhat?  Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Bee looked back to see Aryne’s Range Rover already gone.  Instead, she was greeted with the streetscape – beautiful, old, lush trees; large, stately Tudor and Edwardian style manor homes, kept in pristine condition from when they were first built, and perfectly manicured lawns.  Quiet, quiet streets.  

“Welcome to 220 Dunvegan Road,” Morgan announced, stretching out his arms to present the house before putting on his hard hat and opening the door.  

Bee stepped foot inside the house behind Morgan, looking around at what greeted her – pretty much nothing.  When she finally closed the front door behind her, she noticed a majority of the house was stripped down to the studs.  There were still some beams here and there, and the stained-glass windows were still perfectly intact.  “Where…where even are we?” she asked, still confused, trying to take everything in.  

“I just said.  220 Dunvegan Road,” he repeated.  “This house is on one of Forest Hill’s most coveted streets.  It has over 5000 square feet of living space.”

“You sound like a real estate agent,” she commented.  

“Maybe I am,” he winked as he grabbed her hand.  “Come with me.  Let me show you.”

Morgan took her upstairs first, up the grand staircase that dominated the foyer – and the upstairs was ripped to the studs even more than the downstairs.  There were barely any walls – or wood for walls – anymore.  “So this is where the bedrooms would go…obviously,” he said as he led her through the ‘rooms’.  “The master would be towards the back, overlooking the backyard…where those windows are there,” he pointed.  “You’d have enough space to have a massive bedroom, but then a spa-like master ensuite with a shower and a tub over here,” he began framing with his hands, “and even a huge walk in closet right over here,” he switched sides and began framing with his hands again.  “His and hers, or together – doesn’t matter.  Both are possible because there’s so much space.”

“Okay…” Bee said, trying to picture everything he was saying.

“Then, of course, the other bedrooms.  Three, at least.  Each of them would have their own ensuite bathrooms too…one here,” he pointed, bringing her along down the hallway with him, “another here,” he moved further down the hallway, and around the bend, “and then the last one here,” he moved on once more until he was finished.  “And then, actually – geeze, I almost forgot – right over here could be a second floor laundry room.  Or else it could go on the main floor, basement – wherever – but second floor laundry is so convenient, because nobody would have to haul baskets up and down stairs.”

He was right.  Lugging baskets of towels or clothes upstairs could take a lot out of a person.  A second-floor laundry room would be very convenient.  Bee nodded her head slightly, again trying to picture everything he was saying – how the layout would be in the house.  “The bedrooms would be huge,” she commented softly.

“They would be.  Cozy, but big.  They’ve all still got big windows but there’d be enough space,” he said, grabbing her hand again.  “What do you think?”

“It’s a bit…it’s a bit hard to visualize for me, but I can see it,” she admitted, looking around once more to where he had pointed out bedrooms and bathrooms and laundry rooms.  “Everything would be so…I don’t know the right real estate term.  Graciously proportioned?” she giggled slightly.

“Something like that,” he smiled, leading her down the hall.  “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

As they made their way back down the grand staircase, Morgan walked in front of Bee and held her hand to make sure she didn’t fall or lose her balance.  She jumped down the last step playfully, causing her hardhat to cover her eyes.  Morgan shook his head at her as he readjusted it so she could see again.  “You’re gonna need your eyes for this Bumblebee.”

��Will I?”

“Come on, this side first,” he grabbed her hand again and led her back to the front of the house.  “This is like…the living room, dining room combination,” Morgan began explaining again.  “The idea is that it’s open in case you need to extend the dining section, but still sort of sectioned off that the rooms are separate,” he walked into the room, again holding out his arms to show the vastness of empty space.  “Look at these stained-glass windows – it’d be dumb to take them out.  And look,” he turned around, tapping the old mantle, “the original, wood-burning fireplace from when this place was originally built in the 1920s.”

“The 1920s?  My God,” Bee mumbled, unable to keep the smile off her face.  “I’ve always loved the wood-burning fireplace Rocco and Clarette have.”

“I know,” Morgan smirked, “that’s why it’s good that this place has two.  One here, and one in the family room.”

The smile couldn’t leave Bee’s face.  With every passing second, she found it easier to visualize what the rooms would look like once walls and detailing were up, and what it could be furnished with.  “That mantle could be custom-built,” she commented.  “With like…what do they call them?  Built ins?”

“Mhm.  Built-ins,” he smirked, nodding his head.  “Come with me,” he grabbed onto her hand again as they exited the room back into the foyer.  “So over there – big big entrance closet, and then over here, right beside it, is French doors leading to the library,” he walked through the open archway into the room.

“A library?” Bee questioned.  “You mean this was a house with a library?”

“It could be a library,” he clarified, turning around.  “Giant window looking out into the street over there, and on this wall, and this wall, and this wall,” he pointed to the remaining three walls, “floor to ceiling bookcases.  They can be oak, white – whatever colour.  A big desk right here, in the centre, or looking over the window…”

Bee began to visualize once again.  She nodded her head.  “All that natural light coming in would be beautiful.  It would be a good reading space, I think.”

“Wouldn’t it?  And then here,” he stepped outside, having her follow him, “the main floor powder room, or laundry room, or power-laundry combination – whatever…but finally, finally…”

He grabbed her hand one last time and led her to the back of the house.  The original walls had already been torn out – she figured as much – and what was left was a giant, open space.  Giant.  She was pretty sure this section of the house alone was bigger than their apartment.  “This is the kitchen – family room combination.  Family room here – another wood burning fireplace.  There can be built-in bookshelves surrounding it.  Big TV up top.  Surround sound, naturally,” he winked, “with French doors out onto the deck over there,” he began walked backwards to the other section of the massive room.  “And then…last but not least…the kitchen,” he motioned.  “Everyday informal eating area here,” he motioned his hands around where they were standing, “and then here, a massive island – massive – and bar seating.  Quartz counters.  Six burner stove, fridge – the works.  A chef’s kitchen, completely.  Big window above the sink to look out onto the backyard.  Hardwood floors.  Undermount sink.  The works.”

Bee could picture everything.  The white cabinets.  The backsplash.  The quartz counters.  The stainless steel appliances.  Everything.  She could picture everything.

“But there could be changes, Bumblebee.  If you wanted more windows, we could put more windows in the bedrooms.  Bigger ones.  Or if you wanted one of those accordion doors in the kitchen leading out to the deck, that can happen.  That can be put in,” Morgan said.

Bee noticed his word choice and furrowed her brows.  It was going to be a beautiful house one day, surely, but…“Why do you say ‘if you wanted’?” she asked.  “What do I have to do with any of this?”

Morgan paused.  He knew she was overwhelmed but he was a bit shocked she didn’t get it by now.  He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.  “This is our house, Briony,” he said.  

The words were like a foreign language to her.  She had to digest each word individually before she could move forward.  “Th…This…this is our house?”

Morgan nodded his head.  “This is our house.  This is where we’re going to build our house.  This is where…this is where you’re going to get your dream kitchen, right here.  Right where we’re standing,” he said.  “This is where you’re going to get your library for all your books.  This is…this is where we’re going to live, Bumblebee.”

As she listened to Morgan’s words, Bee’s chest began to heave slightly.  This was going to be their house.  Their home.  This is where they would live together.  Cook together.  Sleep together.  Read together.  Entertain together.  Hang pictures on the walls together.  Bring in firewood from the garage together.  Stub their toe on the couch together.

Raise a family together.

“I don’t…h…when…” Bee was speechless.  

“I bought it…God, your graduation day,” Morgan revealed, knowing the question she was desperate to formulate.  “Your graduation day when you made me bring your Chanel purse.  I emptied out the stuff in it so you’d have room and I saw the feature sheet for this place and well…I went to visit it a few weeks later because I couldn’t get it out of my head.  And I fell in love with it.  I don’t know why you got that feature sheet – why you had it in your bag or whatever – but the second I stepped foot I the door I knew this was our house,” he told her.  “I bought it right then and there.  I knew there were so many things left for you to do in your life and your career so I rented it out for a bit, just sort of kept it, but now…now that I’ve signed a contract to stay, Bumblebee, and now that we know for sure, I just…this is our house.  This is our home, Briony.”

Bee was stiff.  Suddenly, she could see the fire and hear the crackle of the wood burning as she was draped in blankets during a cozy night in.  She could hear the water running and the oven alarm going off as she baked in the kitchen.  She could see herself furiously typing away in the office surrounded by her books.  She could hear the pitter-patter of little feet upstairs on the hardwood floor.  Tears began falling down her cheeks as she saw her future laid out for her in the studs of the house.  She was overwhelmed with feelings trying to take everything in.  “This…this is going to be our home?”

“Bumblebee?” Morgan asked from behind her.

She didn’t even realize she had turned around to have her back to him.  When she spun around at the sound of his voice, she saw him down on one knee.  Her breath hitched in her throat.  “Morgan…”

“Bumblebee, you know how much I love you,” he began, holding the small box in his hand.  “You’ve made me a better person and I can’t picture myself spending the rest of my life with anybody else.  You’ve been with me through thick and thin.  I’ve loved you for the past four years.  I’ll love you forever.  Briony McTavish, will you marry me?”

Bee was nodding her head before he even opened the ring box.  It was the easiest decision she’d ever made in her life, but she somehow couldn’t find the words as the tears streamed down her face.   Morgan smiled at her reaction.  “Is that a yes?” he teased.

“The biggest yes I’ve ever given anything.”

When he finally opened the box, Bee audibly gasped at the sparkle and size of the ring presented to her.  At first, she didn’t extend her hand so he could put it on.  “Morgan…it’s…it’s beautiful.”

“Can I put it on you?”

Bee finally extended a shaky hand for him to slip the ring onto her finger.  It was massive radiant cut set in a hidden halo with a thin, intricate infinity band.  The entire thing was set in platinum and sparkled like nothing she had ever seen before.  Morgan stood up before pushing it on gently.  When he was done, Bee grabbed his face and brought it down to kiss him passionately.  He couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Don’t you want to take a look at it?”

“I wanna kiss you first,” she kissed him again.  “I wanna…you could have gotten me a ring pop and I would have said yes.”  When she finally did stop kissing him, she looked down to the sparkler on her hand.  “Oh my Lanta, Morgan,” she whispered, holding it up to get an even better look at it.  

“Did I do good?”

Bee gave him a look.  “You did great, baby.”

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A New Beginning

Wren's parents had insisted on her visiting her family in Stonewall that summer. She had begged them not to make her go. She wasn't particularly fond of her cousins. But her father insisted.

"It's your mother's family," he said, "you should get to know them."

Wren didn't know why her mother's family even lived in Stonewall. It was Zenxon's first great human city, so sprites would choose to live there was a mystery to her. But she knew she couldn't argue. She thought about asking her mother if she had to go, but chose against it. All her life, Wren had fought against her mother's culture, going so far as to dye her bright red hair black, as if it would hide her heritage, as if the students at Queensville high couldn't tell by the tree-bark like lines lacing her dark skin that she was mixed. So Wren relented. And that was how she found herself arriving in Stonewall by bus.

The city looked a lot like Queensville, only... more. Where Queensville had wooden houses mixed in with stone and brick, Stonewall was mostly... well, stone. "I guess they don't call it that for nothing," she said as she looked up and down the street around the bus station. In Queensville, she had been used to parks, filled with enormous trees, almost like miniature forests. But here there were no parks in sight.

"Wren!" Wren turned around to see a small woman, about her own 5'2" height, walking toward her. She looked like her mother--long red hair, blue eyes, and golden colored skin with the same tree-bark like markings that graced Wren's own. It was her aunt, Willowmist. Wren tried to put on a smile as her aunt reached her. "It's good to see you!" She hugged the girl.

"It's good to see you too, Aunt Willow."

"Long trip on the bus. You must be hungry. Do you want to get something to eat?"

Wren shook her head. "I'd rather just go to the house." More accurately, she would like to get back on the bus and go home, but that wasn't an option.

"Excited to see the family?"

"Something like that." Wren tried to match her aunt's wide smile as they walked to the car. They drove down the coast road--Wren's aunt said she might like to see the ocean. Wren kept the window down, so she could smell the salt and listen to shop bells all chiming over the sussuration of the waves against the old sea wall. The sound was nothing like Queensville.

They turned away from the coastal road, as if heading out of the city. Here, the stone houses were at last replaced by wood. Those that weren't had ivy growing up them, and other plants growing from holes in the mortar. Instead of fences, trees outlined yards, as the neighborhood had been built in the middle of an orchard. They pulled into the driveway of a house that, by the looks of it, had been built around a large tree. Wren stared.

"Do you like it?" Aunt Willow asked, "You were a baby the last time you saw the house."

"It's beautiful."

As she stood on the front lawn, gazing up at the branches coming out of the roof, three people came out of the house. First was her cousin, Sapphire, seventeen years old, who leaped off the porch and landed with the grace of a cat. She looked much like her mother, only taller, and with piercing blue eyes rather than green. Following after was her brother, Tideflame, one year her junior. His eyes were as blue as hers, but his hair was lighter, more of an orange color. Her Uncle Dusk followed. Slightly taller than his children, he also had blue eyes, set into dark brown skin with reddish-brown hair. He put his arms out as he greeted her. "Wren. It must be near a decade since we saw you last. How old are you now?"

Wren had to clear her throat before she spoke. Her memories of her mother's family visiting Queensville were not her favorites. "I turned fifteen last month." Tide and Sapphire gave each other meaningful looks when she said it.

"Well come on in." Uncle Dusk waved the family into the house. Wren had to catch her breath when she stepped inside. The family had gathered the living room furniture around the trunk of the tree in the center, and one smaller branch held a swing. The tree also held a ladder going to the second floor, and everywhere throughout the house were plants. Her mother had told her some about her childhood in the northern forests, but somehow, Wren had never quite pictured this.

Wren was sleeping in Sapphire's room, upstairs. Fortunately, there was also a staircase to get to the second floor, as Wren didn't think she could carry her suitcase up the ladder. A cot had set up for her opposite Sapphire's bed, and after Wren stowed her suitcase, she joined her family for dinner.

The kitchen furniture, unsurprisingly, was primarily made out of wood. The table and chairs were quite beautifully carved with designs that looked like woven cords. Wren's parents had a few chairs with similar designs. She knew they had come from her mother's parents, but she had never realized they were sprite designs. She tugged at one of her black curls, guilty for what little attention she had given to her mother's heritage.

They had a light dinner of salad and assorted fruits, which Wren guessed were all grown locally, if not in her family's garden. They talked some about Queensville and her parents and what kind of things she might want to do in Stonewall the next day. Then her aunt and uncle went to bed and she returned to Sapphire's room with her cousins.

Sapphire immediately picked up a basket of yarn in the corner and began to finger weave. Wren's mother had taught her when she was small, but she hadn't kept up the practice. The older girl paid her cousin little attention, but her brother hopped on the bed and said to Wren, "So, you just turned fifteen, huh?"

"Yeah." Somehow, Tide's tone of voice reminded her of when she had been small and he had tugged on her pigtails. "So, did you go to the forest?"

"Of course she didn't go to the forest, Tide." Sapphire didn't look up from her finger weaving. "Her parents probably didn't even plant a tree at her birth."

"Yes they did." Wren knew the sprite custom and felt a need to defend her mother.

Sapphire looked up now, as if surprised, but Wren knew it was pretend. It was the same face the human girls as school made after she had dyed her hair. "They did plant a tree? Where?"

"In... the back yard..." Even as she said it, Wren felt that she was saying the wrong thing.

Sapphire and Tide both laughed. "Well of course she didn't have a tree vigil," Sapphire said, "what's she going to do, spend the night in her backyard?"

"What's a tree vigil?"

Sapphire rolled her eyes. "Auntie Star really did go human, didn't she?"

Tide explained. "Sprite coming of age. You spend the night with your birth tree. Though it ought to be in a forest. We both did ours in Young Wood? Just east of here?"

Sapphire paused in her finger weaving. "I know where she could do it." She directed herself to her brother. "Cedar Grove."

"What's Cedar Grove?" Wren asked.

Sapphire turned those deep blue eyes on her. "You do know what forests are for sprites, don't you? They're cemeteries."

Wren went cold at that, and Tide laughed. "Oh no, she can't do that. She's afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Wren lied.

"Then how about we go tonight?" Sapphire suggested.

"Fine."

***

They waited for Wren's aunt and uncle to go to sleep before absconding out of the house. Then they climbed down the ladder, and Sapphire grabbed the car keys from the hook by the front door.

"But isn't it too late now?" Wren asked as they left the house, already second guessing her decision.

"Are you kidding?" Tide asked, "The sun hasn't finished setting yet. We'll get there right around midnight. It'll be perfect."

"She's not really worried about the time," Sapphire said, "she's just afraid of the ghosts."

"I am not." Wren held herself up straight, hoping to prove herself to her cousins. "Ghosts are a bunch of hooie."

Sapphire spun the car key on the ring around her finger. "Well then. We don't have anything to worry about, do we?"

"Besides," Tide added as he got into the back seat, "it's summer, so you'll only have about four hours of darkness anyway."

Wren made one last-dtich attempt. "Well, what if your parents wake up?"

Sapphire opened the driver door. "Then we tell them the truth. That you wanted to do your tree vigil, since you didn't get to at home." She looked hard at Wren. "You do want to do this?"

"Yes." Wren set her mouth and climbed into the car.

The drive to the cemetery was short and in the last of the fading light, Wren could see the tombstones sticking out of a variety of overgrown plants. It was the closest thing she had seen to a park since arriving in Stonewall.

"Wow." She couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it. It didn't look anything like the cemeteries in Queensville, with their perfectly kempt lawns. "Doesn't somebody take care of it?"

"The Cedar Grove Cemetery Society," Sappire said. "They took it over after the previous owner let it grow wild. But people liked it like that, so they mostly left it."

"It's basically a botanical garden now," Tide added. He laced his fingers together and put them down towards the ground.

"What's that for?" Wren asked.

"To get over the fence. Unless you think you can climb it."

Wren took one glance at the wrought iron fence in front of her. It was at least a foot taller than her, with only one horizontal bar at the bottom and another at the top. She looked at Tide. "If you stick me on the top of one of those spikes, I'll be the one haunting you," she said, and put her foot in his hands. Tide lifted her to the top of the fence while Sapphire helped her balance. Then she grabbed two bars and swung her legs over. She dangled for a moment, about a foot off the ground, and then let go, landing on the other side of the fence. When looked back at her cousins, she had a feeling they were not going to follow her.

"How am I going to get back out?"

"Oh that's easy," Tide told her. "They have tours tomorrow. So you can slip out when someone comes to open the gate." And that was that. There was definitely no going back now.

"Go to the east side of the cemetery." Sapphire pointed. "The louche corner is more your ambit."

"What?"

"It's where they buried the mixed-races." Wren followed Sapphire's finger and saw it. It was more overgrown that the other areas, though she supposed that if the people buried there were half-sprites like her, they might have preferred it that way. The graves weren't as nice either. There were raised coffins, or even decorated tombstones, just simple ones with a name and a date.

Wren picked her way through the grass and found a brick path that led her to the east corner of the cemetery, divided from the west side by a low wall. She stepped over it and looked around. Up close, she could see that the garden was well-tended. But it was also clear that many of the plants had grown their of their own accord. Some of the headstones had ivy on them, and the roots of a large tree nearby had cracked one of them.

Wren decided that tree was good enough and took a seat in front of it. "Mind if I sit here?" She asked the tombstone when her hip brushed against it. When no reply came, she said, "not very chatty, are you?" Happy as she was that there was no evidence of ghosts, without them it would be a long night. At least she wasn't cold. The southern coast kept the weather more temperate than in Queensville, even if there were fewer trees. She leaned against the one behind her and waited.

The first half-hour or so passed much as Wren expected. The last of the light faded from the sky, the streets quieted, and all she could hear was the rustle of the wind in the trees. She could feel her heart beating faster, but reminded herself this was all silly. Her cousins were only trying to scare her, as they always did. And maybe if she stayed here for the night, they would stop. It wasn't like she could go anywhere else anyway.

At one point, she heard a sound that might have been a cough, but when a twig fell on her head, she realized it had merely snapped in the wind. In the distance, a clocktower chimed midnight. She felt that the changing of the hour should signify something, but she didn't know what. And then came a second cough, louder this time, and a clear voice off to her left. "Ahem."

"Stupid," Wren muttered under her breath. Then she smiled, knowing that she would get to gloat to Sapphire and Tide for not knowing the cemetery had a night guard. But when Wren turned to face the voice, the person didn't look like a night guard. It was a young woman, dressed in an undyed gown finger woven in a common sprite pattern. Sapphire had herself been wearing a skirt much like it earlier. The woman was clearly a sprite--she had long red hair and the tree-bark patterning on her skin. She was tall for a sprite though--at least six inches taller than Wren herself. "Are you the night guard?" Wren asked.

"The night guard of what?" Asked the woman.

"The cemetery."

The young woman looked around her. "What cemetery?" she asked. Just as Wren has decided she was locked in a cemetery overnight with a total whack-job, the scenery around her rippled like a heatwave. The tombstones and the neat paths faded until she was sitting on dirt and pine needles, rather than grass. Wren jumped to her feet, and almost ran into a tree as she did so... a tree that had not been there a moment before.

"Who the hell are you? And how did you do that?" Wren had been in a transportation station once or twice, but it didn't look like that. And it didn't feel like that. If this person was an illusionist, she was damn good. She wanted to run, but she didn't know where to go. She didn't even know where she was.

"I'm Mary Wilde." The woman said it like she was surprised Wren had asked the question. "I thought you wanted to speak to me."

"Uh... no," Wren said, "so if you could just take me back now."

"No." Mary spoke forcefully, and suddenly, without walking, she was in front of Wren. Wren took a step back, but Mary grabbed her arm tightly. "You have to see. You have to understand."

And just as suddenly, they were in another part of the forest. This time, though, there was something about it that Wren recognized. "Wait," she said, looking around, "are we in Pine Hill?" Pine was a two hour bus ride away from Stonewall, and the famous forest could only reached on foot---this part of it, at least. But there was no mistaking that tree. When Wren's grandmother had died, her mother's family had come to bury her ashes at the base of that tree, to help it grow. And Wren and her mother still visited it once a year.

"They're grave markers," Mary said, gazing out at the trees, "all of them."

"Well, yeah," Wren said. She'd have thought that a sprite would know the sprite custom to bury their dead in the forests.

Mary's grip on Wren's arm grew tighter. "No!" She screamed. "They're grave markers!" The forest rippled again, and Wren jumped backward as she realized that she stood on the edge of an enormous hole. Inside were vehicles unlike any she had seen. None of them had wheels or wings that she could clearly see, although most looked to be smashed.

"I wanted to find our origins, to find why, of all the races, the sprites were the only ones who lived apart from humans." Mary stared straight ahead as she spoke, though her grip on Wren's arm stayed at tight as ever. Wren saw motion out of the corner of her eye, but Mary shook her. "Look!" She screamed.

Wren turned her eyes back to the pit. She realized that people stood on the other side of the hole. They were short, stocky figures, and taller lankier bodies lay on the ground. She watched as the bodies were pushed into the hole on top of the strange vehicles. "It's because they killed them," Mary said, "We killed them."

"Okay," Wren said, "We killed them." She hoped that Mary would let her go and take her back to the cemetery. Instead, she pushed Wren into the hole.

Wren screamed as she fell against the strange vehicles. Her hands clanged against the metal. It felt unusual somehow, too smooth, perhaps. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. Dirt began falling on her. "Hey!" She yelled, "Stop!" She stood up and tried to walk to the people who were now filling in the hole. She stopped when her foot squished. She looked down and screamed. She was standing on a body. A human body. And above her, the people filling in the grave, were all sprites.

"We killed them!" She heard Mary scream, and Wren ran to the other side of the hole, holding her hands up to protect herself from the falling dirt. She stretched her fingers upward, not quite able to grasp the top of the hole. She could see Mary's feet in front of her, but Mary did nothing. Then an arm grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her forward. Wren set her elbows on the forest floor as a hand pressed a cup to her lips.

Wren looked up. Two young men stood in front of her. They were tall sprites, like Mary. And they had her same sharp chin and tiny nose.

"We'll take care of this, sister," one of them said to Mary.

The other looked at Wren. "We don't want the humans reciprocating, after all." He titled the cup up to Wren's mouth. Warm liquid trickled down her throat. Then the brother dropped her back into the grave. Wren tried to scream, but no sound game out. Her head bounced against metal and dirt fell in her face. She tried to push it away, but her arms felt heavy. She couldn't move. She could barely keep her eyes open. The weight of the dirt on her chest grew heavy. She could feel it filling her mouth. No, she told herself, you have to wake up. Wake up.

"Wake up."

Wren opened her eyes with a gasp. Her body was stiff and someone stood in front of her. She grabbed the person's arm, determined to pull him into the grave with her if he wouldn't save her. Then she saw the blue vest he wore. On one side was embroidered Cedar Grove Cemetery Society. On the other was a nametag that said Dave: Tour Guide. Wren blinked and looked around. She was in the cemetery again. It was daylight. She was sitting on the ground with her back against a tree, in the same spot she had sat down the night before.

"Oh good," Dave said with a cheerful smile. "For a minute, I thought you'd been taken my Midnight Mary."

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice told Wren this was meant to be a joke. But it fell away as she latched on to the last two words. "Midnight Mary."

"Yeah, she's right there." He pointed with his free hand. "Uh, can I have my arm back now?"

Wren realized she was still hanging on to him and let go. Then Dave helped Wren to her feet and led her to the front of the gravestone that she had slept by. "Mary Wilde. People say that if you visit her grave at midnight, a terrible fate will befall you." He laughed.

Wren couldn't bring herself to laugh. "What happened to her?"

"Oh, she was a time wizard. She wanted to go back and see how Nideon began--meet god or something--anyway, she fell asleep and never woke up."

"She died in her sleep?"

Dave picked up a fallen twig from the ground. "Not exactly. See, her mother had this dream the night she was buried. She imagined Mary screaming for help from her grave. It freaked her out so much that she had the body dug up the next morning."

"And?" Wren's stomach turned over.

"And she was dead. But... her body was in a different position. Her fingernails were ripped and bloody, and the fabric in the top of the coffin had been shredded." Wren said nothing to that, and she was grateful when Dave changed the subject to something more mundane. "What were doing, sleeping out here, anyway?"

Wren shrugged. "Tree Vigil," she told her shoes.

Dave nodded, then paused. "Isn't that... usually done in a forest?"

Do you know what forests are for sprites? They're cemeteries.