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i was already awake when the digital alarm clock on my nightstand started going off. with one hand over my face and my eyes still closed, i reached blindly with the other to shut it off.
i rubbed my face with the same hand and let out a deep sigh before slowly sitting up on the narrow mattress, pushing the white sheets off my legs. morning light had already started slipping through the windows behind the thin floral curtains, casting the room in a warm and faded glow.
i always took my time getting out of bed like it was six in the morning when really it was already nine. i needed my full nine hours of sleep or my body would start giving up on me halfway through the day.
last night after getting home, i spent almost an hour under the water trying to wash the smell of gasoline off my skin. afterward, i took my makeup off, did my skincare routine and sat on my bed watching roman holiday on the tiny television across my room. of course, i refused to fall asleep before the movie ended.
on my way to the bathroom, i adjusted the neckline of my brown top and the waistband of my matching plaid shorts, dragging my bare feet across the wooden floor. after splashing some water on my face, i dried it with a towel and headed into the living room, brushing my straight brown hair back as my mom came into view.
she was sitting in the living room armchair watching the news channel with the remote in her hand and her legs slightly crossed, without leaning all the way back. it felt unusually strange to have the house so quiet in the morning though.
“mornin’, mom." i said as i walked toward her.
my mom finally sat up when she saw me, lifting an arm to hug me as i leaned in to kiss her cheek.
“good mornin’, honey. how are ya?” her sweet voice asked, turning her attention back to the screen. “i made you breakfast. it’s in the microwave.”
“oh- thank you.”
i frowned slightly at her unexpected gesture, since it was my usual thing to get up and make breakfast even when i didn’t feel like it. i turned toward the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a half wall that opened onto the counter and a small island beyond it. i figured she'd done it because she'd started worrying about how little i actually ate in the mornings.
i pulled out a chair at the dining table and set my plate of eggs and bacon down before taking a sip from the mug of coffee i'd just poured myself.
"where's dad? thought we were headin' in together today."
she sighed, then lowered the volume on the tv a bit and walked into the kitchen with an empty cup in hand.
"old ronnie called early this morning and said he needed help at the shop." she explained as she carefully filled her cup with coffee. "don't ask me what for but your dad said you’d go and he’d come later.” a small spoon swirled in her coffee after she added a little sugar, then she took a sip.
i couldn’t help but smile while chewing the scrambled egg in my mouth. “so that means i’m in charge today?”
“he said he’d ask joey to cover your station today, so…” she shrugged. “i guess not today, honey.”
that wasn’t the only reason i was smiling, even though i liked the idea of replacing my dad for a few hours. dad had a rule that i couldn’t wear anything from my closet to the gas station because it was 'provocative' or gave 'a bad image' to customers, so today was my day.
while i washed my dishes and put everything away, mom told me my brother, andrew, had called earlier too. apparently, his doctor's appointment had gone well this morning. his wife was about five months pregnant if i remembered correctly and ever since then he'd been calling us more than usual. he'd been living in austin with her for several years now and despite being only three years older than me, he seemed convinced that gave him the right to treat me like a little kid sometimes.
my day officially started when i opened my closet, standing there checking each piece carefully, tapping my chin with a finger. once i realized how much time i'd wasted trying to decide, i grabbed the options i liked best and hurried to get dressed. i put on a fitted plaid blouse in shades of wine and cream with lace trimmed sleeves and a pair of denim shorts that hit my thighs.
after slipping on my russet cowboy boots, i buckled a thin black belt and checked myself in the mirror. by ten thirty i was out the door with my bag on my shoulder after i knocked on the bathroom door to let my mom know i was leaving while she showered.
feeling pretty good about my outfit and even better about the way my hair had decided to behave that morning, i started up my ford and headed toward the gas station with the radio turned up loud, humming along to songs i vaguely recognized.
the heat was already settling in for the day but i did my best not to let it ruin my mood or my excitement over getting a few hours away from my dad's watchful eye.
every day i passed the silver lake motel, i’d glance over knowing his bike wouldn’t be there, but still, i looked. at that point, i'd pretty much convinced myself that a chance encounter with a guy like michael wasn't something that happened twice in a lifetime.
i'd spent far too much time replaying the whole thing in my head, wondering if i should've flirted a little more, asked for his number or at least learned something about him. but there wasn't much point torturing myself over something that had happened nearly a week ago.
before getting out of the car, i touched up my lashes with a coat of mascara, added a little blush, a subtle swipe of eyeliner and some lip gloss. then i pulled on the oversized station shirt that was like three sizes too big.
joey, the manager from one of my family's other gas stations, was already there when i walked into the store. he was a family man, a little taller than me, greeting me with a friendly smile and a nod while holding a coke in one hand and proudly wearing his station uniform.
“hey, joey." i said, dropping my bag on the usual counter.
“hi, viv." he answered without looking up, focused on scribbling something into a notebook. “been a minute, how are classes goin'?"
that threw me a little bit, answering right away to not make it obvious. “good.” i said, taking some change from my wallet. “better than ever. how are you?”
"oh, can't complain. was a little surprised your daddy asked me to come over here today, this has always been my favorite station." he smiled up at me and i smiled back, straightening the oversized shirt over my torso.
“you mind stayin’ inside while i handle the pumps?” i asked, heading to the door. being cooped up indoors all day always made me feel restless, so when he agreed without hesitation, my mood improved even more.
by eleven o'clock, the sun was hot enough to melt the pavement. most of our customers had known me for years, even before i officially started working there, so helping them out and earning tips came easy. matt and the other new guy handled tires, oil changes and gas whenever things got busy.
with the weather being what it was, i couldn't help appreciating the fact that i wasn't wearing the pants my father insisted on the rest of the time.
when it quieted, i leaned on a pump for a long drink of cold water, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. i didn't even get five minutes of peace before a familiar red car pulled up in front of me. the passenger window rolled down and my friend carol’s bright face popped out.
after a hug and a kiss on the cheek, she perched on the pump beside me fanning herself with one hand. her light brown hair barely moved in the thick heat.
“so, what you say?” she asked, smiling. i made a little face. "oh come on, viv. you know i've always wanted us to go on a double date."
"can't it be friday night instead?" i asked. "my dad won't let me leave early tonight and y'know that."
she sighed and thought it over for a second before crossing her arms over her white lace trimmed top.
"fine, i'll tell garrett tomorrow night instead. but i wanna see you there, hear me?"
i nodded, forcing a small smile. “deal.”
she squealed and wrapped me in a quick hug. “you’re the best. see ya tomorrow night then.”
before driving off, she blew me a kiss from the car and i waved. once she was on the highway i let out a long sigh, there was no way of getting out of this plan. and it wasn’t even the bar or that carol wanted to go out with me and her new guy, it was something worse. or someone.
after lunch, the rest of the afternoon passed by faster than i expected. by four, we were down to a single customer having trouble with his tires and matt went to help him while a few people sat inside eating hot dogs.
i was standing near pump three, carefully coiling one of the hoses when i heard the roar of a motorcycle engine approaching. i squinted into the sun to try to see, my heart racing when i recognized the harley pulling into pump two. god, it had to be him.
when i finished coiling the hose as quickly as i could, i adjusted the loose shirt and unbuttoned a couple small buttons at my chest of my blouse to show a bit of neckline. once i felt reasonably put together, i cleared my throat and headed over at him.
those long, dark curls greeted me first. he was bent over the bike with his back to me as he inspected something on the motorcycle. he wore the same heavy boots as last time with tight black pants, a leather belt and a red shirt beneath a black jacket trimmed with white details.
i bit the inside of my cheek before breaking the silence.
“need some assistance, sir?” i asked in my sweetest tone.
it looked like my voice pulled him out of his bubble. he turned his head first and then the rest of his body. a crooked smile tugged at his lips and i couldn't help looking at one dark curl that had fallen across his forehead, brushing against the frame of his sunglasses.
“i’d just like yours, actually.” his velvet voice on each word made me want press my lips together to hold a smile back. but i just laughed softly.
“well, it’s your lucky day.” i raised my shoulders. “what’s wrong?”
"it's been makin' this little noise." he said, resting a hand on the seat. "thought i'd take a look and make sure everything’s okay. think i could borrow a toolbox for a minute?"
“uh yeah. hold on.” i turned and searched for one of the guys. one of them had just stepped over to pump three when i whistled to get his attention. “hey, you… uh, clark? yeah, you, can you bring the toolbox? it’s under the counter.”
when i looked back at michael, i smiled as though i hadn't just shouted across half the station.
"you seem... pretty in charge around here." he added, taking off his sunglasses and letting me see the dark liner in his waterline.
“i technically am.” i took a couple of steps closer, though not too close. “my dad’s the gas station owner.”
michael seemed to think about that for a moment like he was trying to remember. “is he the man that…?”
“yeah.” i cut him off, knowing it’d been a memorable first impression. “he’s just like that, i’m not proud of it.”
he shrugged lightly as he gave me another precious smile. "well… that's not such a bad thing. i kinda like bossy girls."
for a second his eyes dropped to my chest, then back to mine. he slowly wiped a corner of his lip with his thumb to then rest his hand on the bike again. dear lord.
i gave him the same smile back, not being sure of what answer should i pick. i never overthought when someone interested me and now i wanted to be ready so i wouldn’t look crazy.
"thought you'd headed back home to go after those. wherever that is." i teased.
"yeah, indiana's a little too far away for that."
i took a mental note that he was from indiana. it was not much information but definitely more than i'd had before.
"well, you disappeared. figured i'd never see you around here again." maybe i purred a bit too much, but it worked because his gaze dropped to my chest before meeting my gaze again.
"and that would've been a shame?" his eyebrow lifted just a little.
"maybe.” i shrugged, trying to look far more relaxed than i felt. “my other theory was that you had been murdered in that motel.”
i noticed him pressing his lips together and licking them to hold back another chuckle.
“it’s not that bad. i’ve definitely stayed in worst places.”
it was me the one who raised an eyebrow this time, making me wonder if he traveled a lot. “that so?”
instead of explaining himself, he added: “you know, i wouldn’t leave this place without...”
“sorry!” clark’s breathless voice cut him off, making both of us turn at him. he’d run over carrying the toolbox, apologizing for taking so long and explaining he'd had trouble finding it. i thanked him and told him to take a break, feeling bad michael might actually think i was bossy.
michael set the toolbox on the ground before crouching beside the motorcycle to take a look underneath. i didn’t want to interrupt but i also wanted him to remember what he was gonna say while i had his attention. "need me to bring you anything else?"
he looked up, shifting so i could sit beside him. “i could use some company.”
another smile pulled at my lips, licking my lower one. i was about to sit down when one of our regular customers rolled in with a large truck and parked at pump four. matt and clark were still occupied with the tire customer, which meant the truck was my problem. i cursed silently. if i left now, maybe he’d be gone again.
"could you just wait a minute? i gotta go help that truck."
he glanced over his shoulder before looking back at me. "yeah, sure. i'll be here."
that answer eased my nerves a little, though i wasn’t sure he’d keep his word.
i practically ran to mr. robinson’s truck, buttoning my big work shirt to cover my neckline. joey also came outside to help since mr. robinson needed a large fill-up and wanted to talk about some replacement parts he ordered and never arrived.
every now and then i caught myself glancing back toward michael to make sure he was still there. each time, i'd find him sitting by the bike, adjusting something or checking the tires and i'd force myself to focus on the problem my dad had left us to deal with, a problem he hadn't even bothered calling about all day. honestly, that was probably better for everyone.
joey sorted the parts issue and about forty minutes later, i found myself heading back to michael, now parked in front of the convenience store holding the toolbox. the sky was darkening and a breeze blew our hair, he'd removed his jacket and draped it over the motorcycle.
"sorry about that." i said once i reached him. "he's one of my dad's important customers."
"that's alright, i don’t mind waitin'. i wanted to."
he carefully handed me the box back, murmuring a soft thanks as i took it and set it aside on the pavement, dusting my hands. only then did i notice the bandages still wrapped around his fingers.
“you were gonna say somethin’ before my employee interrupted…” i started saying. not fully leaned on the bike, he curved his lips at my comment.
"what i was gonna say is that i wouldn't leave without askin' if you'd like to go ridin' with me."
suddenly, my mouth felt dry as i tried not to seem obvious.
“…right now?” a little laugh escaped him.
"if that's what you'd like." fuck, he couldn’t do that to me.
i glanced at the clock hanging inside the store: it was almost six. i still had a couple of hours of work and i hated the world in that moment. then i looked back at him, not sure of how he'd take it.
“i’d love to but i can’t just leave work. my dad would kill me.” i’d never felt stupider. all the confidence i’d kept for years suddenly seemed to crumb when those words left my mouth.
michael nodded and slowly sat up from his bike. “how would saturday sound?"
without thinking twice, i nodded like a fool, smiling wider at his offer.
“saturday sounds good." i muttered.
a pleased smile curved his lips and he stepped in closer than he had before, making me notice our height difference. he was just a few inches taller, still, it made a difference. i tried to even my breath so it wouldn’t hit his skin and show how i fluttered.
his hands touched the button on my loose shop shirt and slowly opened it more to show the small bit of chest i’d revealed earlier. “you should wear it more like this. i like it better.” he murmured and turned to climb onto the motorcycle after looking straight into my eyes for a moment.
i stood there, caressing the button he’d touched with my thumb, watching him ride off like a bullet. i didn't know how long i stayed trying to process it. i finally exhaled, realizing i’d been holding my breath again.
“holy shit.”
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n/a: i enjoyed writing this chapter so much and you guys have no idea of how fast i finished it bc i was really inspired. can’t wait for you to see what’s gonna happen on the next chapter mehehe
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genres: dark romance, crime, drama, angst, southern gothic, smut, fanfiction
pairing: criminal!michael jackson x fem!oc
‼️ disclaimer: 18+ only due to mature themes ahead. this story contains fictional depictions of crime, violence, weapons, toxic relationships and sexual content. none of the behaviors portrayed are condoned or meant to be romanticized in real life. minors do not interact.
summary: 1988. falling for michael jackson was probably the worst mistake she ever made. there was something wrong with him and she knew it from the start. but maybe that’s why she kept finding herself waiting for the sound of his motorcycle every day.
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the same songs playing over and over on the radio made me yawn as i flipped through the pages of a magazine. i was sitting on the counter behind the register with one leg crossed over the other, reaching for the radio beside me to switch stations and hopefully find something different.
outside, moths kept throwing themselves against the neon station sign. by ten, the highway usually went quiet. it was never too quiet to drown out my father, though. he was in the garage behind the station, yelling at one of the mechanics over a transmission they’d been working on since the afternoon.
every few minutes, the metal clanged against the concrete followed by his voice echoing through the whole place. i tried to ignore it, forcing myself to focus on the music while i skimmed through the fashion section of the magazine, my cheek resting against my manicured hand.
the only other employee working the late shift, matt, sat outside near pump three smoking a cigarette and pretending to clean the windshield buckets while his radio played quietly beside him. nobody wanted to be there this late anyway.
my dad had insisted on putting me on closing shifts since he found out i hated waking up early. i had insisted on getting a normal job somewhere far away from the family business but of course, he refused. according to him, i still had a lot to learn about the station before i could do anything else. i knew that would never happen.
i was halfway through doodling nonsense in the magazine margins when bright headlights suddenly swept across the windows. the sound of a motorcycle pulled my attention away from the page as a black harley rolled into the station and stopped beside pump three where matt was standing. those kind of loud guys were this place’s everyday occurrence.
i turned my attention back to the magazine just a second after, absentmindedly reading about the movie releases playing this week at the theater. without being aware of how much time had passed, i was nearly done with the article when the bell above the front door rang.
that made me look up, my eye caught the shape of someone dressed in dark clothes and heavy boots walking inside. i could hear the sound of them against the floor as he moved through the aisles.
a moment later, i was able to look properly.
he stood in front of the drinks fridge with one hand holding the glass door open while he searched through the shelves. the white lights reflected off the leather of his jacket and when he reached for a bottle, the rings and bracelets covering his fingers and wrists immediately clinked around the cold glass.
afterward, he wandered down another aisle, grabbing a pack of gum and something that looked like an aspirin before making his way toward the counter.
up close, he looked older than i’d first thought but not old exactly, just probably older than me, maybe grown was the word i was looking for. he had a sharp jawline, messy dark curls falling around his face from beneath the helmet tucked under one arm and bandages wrapped around a few of his fingers near bruised knuckles. a hot man like him was definitely not from here.
i closed the magazine as he stopped in front of the register and set everything down between us. when i finally looked him in the eyes, i almost forgot what i was doing.
big brown eyes lined with black eyeliner stared back at me. i forced myself to reach for the orange juice bottle first, scanning it when he spoke.
“pump three too.”
his voice was smoother than i expected. it was soft and low but somehow it still sounded very masculine.
trying not to act like i’d noticed any of those things, i nodded and typed the pump number into the register before scanning the rest of his things.
“twenty seven fifty.” i said after a minute.
he pulled a few bills from his jacket pocket and handed them to me. while i counted his change after taking the money, i could still feel him watching me across the counter.
when i glanced up again, his gaze briefly wandered around the station before settling back on me.
“you know if there’s a motel around here?” he asked.
i glanced toward the window, thinking for an instant while i stood up slightly. “yeah, there’s one about ten minutes down the highway.” i then sat back down on the counter as i closed the cash tray. “it’s called silver something. silver lake, i think.”
he nodded slowly, lips pressing together as if he was debating whether it was worth a shot or not. i then rested both elbows on the counter while the receipt printed.
“you’d probably be better off sleeping on your bike though.” i teased lightly.
a quiet laugh slipped past his lips. “is it that bad?”
i shrugged. “just saying what i’ve heard.”
he huffed another small laugh and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “still might be better than driving all night.”
although, if he was looking for a place to sleep, he didn’t exactly look tired. if anything, he looked maybe too awake for being almost eleven.
i handed him the receipt once i remembered it and our fingers brushed for half a second when he took it from me. it was way more noticeable than it should’ve been.
“viviana.” he read aloud from the receipt.
the way he said it suddenly made me aware of how close he was leaning over the counter. i nodded, not being sure if i should’ve asked his name.
when he didn’t immediately leave, i started fiddling with the magazine again just to have something to do with my hands. mostly because i was already stressed because my father could walk in and start a fight for absolutely no reason. i believed he looked exactly like the kind of person my dad would instantly hate.
“so you’re not from here…” i said after a second while searching under the counter for a plastic bag.
“michael.” he completed my sentance with a grin before adding. “i was hoping it wasn’t that obvious.”
“kinda. i don’t really think anyone from this town owns a motorcycle like that.”
i finally found a wrinkled white plastic bag with the station logo on it and gently placed his things inside before placing it on the counter again, he didn’t take it immediately.
he glanced out the window toward the motorcycle parked under the lights and smirked proudly. “you like it?”
i scrunched my nose slightly before taking a sip from my water bottle. “don’t know. it’s loud.”
“yeah, that’s kind of the point.” he replied as he leaned an elbow against the counter. “girls usually like that.”
i raised an eyebrow when i caught his tone. “guess you’re talking about the girls wherever you come from.”
that made him smile. and god, it was unfairly pretty. he had perfect teeth, a perfect pair of lips and a kind of beauty my brain couldn’t fully process. for a second, i wondered if he knew how pretty that smile was.
“thought i was making a great first impression.” he said.
i pressed my lips together to stop myself from smiling too much. “still time to turn it around.”
he stayed quiet for a few seconds after that but somehow, it felt longer. he already had his stuff and every reason to leave, yet he stayed leaning against the counter looking at me, maybe enjoying our conversation way more than he expected.
i hated how much i liked looking back at him.
“you here all alone?” i leaned back slightly in my chair and raised an eyebrow at him. michael almost smiled at the look i gave him. “what?”
“interesting choice of question.”
he scoffed softly. “i was just asking.” before i could answer, the back door suddenly slammed open.
i flinched slightly in my chair as my dad’s voice exploded through the station, michael turned toward the noise immediately. my dad stormed through the doorway still yelling at the exhausted mechanic trailing behind him.
“and i ain’t paying a damn cent to you or your fucking boss.” he snapped, growling each word. “i told you to check the damn transmission before putting it back in!”
i rubbed a hand over my face, already used to this by now, just not in front of customers. i just heard the mechanic’s footsteps hurried outside while my father followed after him.
“you hear me?” he shouted again before the front door slammed shut behind them, leaving the station quiet once more.
that probably answered michael’s question. but he didn’t comment on it, even when i finally looked back up again and i internally thanked him for that.
michael then pushed himself away from the counter, folding the receipt into his pocket before adjusting the helmet under his arm.
“well, thanks for the motel recommendation. i appreciate that.”
“just don’t blame me if something terrible happens there.”
he smiled again. “i won’t.”
just like that, he turned and walked out.
i followed him with my eyes through the large front window. his boots hit the pavement as he crossed the parking lot toward the motorcycle and he slipped the helmet back on, hiding those dark curls beneath it, started the engine and disappeared down the highway just a few seconds later, leaving behind nothing but exhaust smoke.
for some reason, i let out a slow breath once he was completely gone like i’d been holding it the entire time.
later, after i finished counting the register, my dad settled into his usual spot beside the office doorway with a cup of coffee and the local paper spread across his lap. an old football rerun played quietly from the tv mounted in the corner, though he wasn’t really watching it.
every now and then he flipped a page too aggressively or muttered under his breath at whatever headline had pissed him off this time.
“you locked the beer fridge?” he asked without looking up.
i grabbed my bag from beneath the counter. “yeah.”
“front door too.”
“i know.”
he asked those stupid questions like i hadn’t been doing the exact same thing every night for the last two years.
i shut off the lights near the aisles and headed outside, locking the station behind me before crossing the parking lot toward my car. it was a black ’79 ford mustang i’d saved from a junkyard. i didn’t even care where i got it from, honestly, i just wanted to stop driving my dad’s old chevrolet truck every day, so i bought one of the cheapest cars they had available even thought i still had to fix a few things.
once inside, i tossed my bag onto the passenger seat and sat there for a moment with my hands resting on the steering wheel, staring out at the empty pumps through the windshield before i started the engine and pulled onto the highway.
most nights, i drove home half asleep while thinking about showering and collapsing into bed before having to wake up and do the exact same thing again tomorrow.
but tonight my mind kept drifting somewhere else entirely. no matter how hard i tried to focus on the road, my thoughts kept pulling me back to that stranger. i hated that i couldn’t stop replaying the exact moment his eyes met mine, my brain had decided to trap itself there. i’d just never seen a face like his before and now i couldn’t stop wondering if i’d ever see him again.
a few minutes later, the silver lake motel appeared beside the highway with its flickering vacancy sign glowing weakly. i barely looked at it at first but then i noticed his motorcycle parked outside one of the downstairs rooms.
my foot almost eased off the gas without me meaning to. still, i kept driving until the motel disappeared completely in the rearview mirror.
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n/a: i’m sorry if this chapter feels a little short or not that special 😭 it’s mostly just a basic introduction because i really wanna build things up properly and make the slowburn worth it, i promise the second chapter will be more exciting tho!! love yall
Summary: A gothic world where candles light the halls and ancient secrets are revealed by a curious obsessed Glinda Upland. Her professor- Elphaba Thropp, hides more than just her sexuality— she’s a vampire, immortal and almost untouchable. Glindas sharp eyes knows something is wrong and can’t stop following her. She’s infatuated and hungry to get closer. She lingers in the shadows, desperately begging to be seen by the monster she’s fallen for.
a/n: 18+ !! I got bored. I wanted them to fuck already. professor x student mommy, princess, fingering, strap on, word cock used for the strap on, good girl, and some other stuff i forgot about. ignore errors i wrote this fast as hell to post before new years. happy new years everyone !!
The university never truly got quiet. Even during winter break, when most students fled home, the halls still breathed, old stones settling, the sound of the distant clocks ticking, the hums of lights left on for no one. Shadows stretched long across the corridors, and the air carried the scent of dust and cold.
Glinda remained at school.
Not for exams. Not for unfinished work.
For Professor Elphaba Thropp.
Glinda learned to move silently through the building, she lingered beyond the doorframes, pausing just at the edge of the classrooms long since emptied. She would watch Elphaba from the safety of the shadows, memorizing the way her beautiful hair fell over her shoulders, her coat hugging her figure, the way she walked, and the way her presence seemed to bend the air around her.
Sometimes, the weight of it all came crashing down on her. How dangerous this was. How easily this could unravel her. If anyone discovered what she did, how closely she watched, how often she followed, it would ruin her. Worse, it would ruin the one thing she couldn’t bear to lose.
Elphaba.
What had started as fascination became ritual.
The first time Glinda had noticed something was off was the night Professor Thropp stayed later than usual.
Class had ended long ago, the last of students drifting out in hushed clusters, their footsteps swallowed by the cavernous halls. Glinda remained, as she always did, tucked in her familiar corner near the exist- close enough to see but far enough to remain hidden.
From there she watched.
Elphaba moved slowly around the classroom, deliberately so. Each step looked measured, practiced, as though she were intimidating the way a person was meant to walk rather than moving naturally. The faint glow from her desk lamp caught sharp lines of her profile, stretching shadows unnaturally long across the walls.
Somewhere in the building, a grandfather clock ticked- steady, distant and impossible to trace. Glindas breath came out shallow despite herself. She’d done this countless times before, yet every time has felt like the first; the same rush, the same fear curling low in her stomach.
Then Elphaba paused. She slowly lifted her gaze. Straight towards Glindas hiding spot.
Her heart stuttered. She knew she couldn’t be seen- she’s chosen this spot carefully, tested the angles and memorized the blind spots—
“Come out,” Elphaba said.
Her lips never moved.
The words seemed to settle into the air on their own, soft and unmistakable.
Glinda’s breath caught. For a moment, she wondered if she imagined it- if the silence had finally begun to play tricks on her.
But Elphaba didn’t look away.
She only waited.
Her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched, her booted covered foot tapping softly against the wooden floor- impatient, expectant.
Glinda forced herself to step forward and reveal herself, offering an awkward smile as she smoothed down her hair, pale strands slipping neatly over her slender shoulders. Up close, the difference between them was impossible to ignore. They were early the same height— both over just five feet- but Elphaba carried herself with a presence that made her seem taller, broader, untouchable.
Her frame was all controlled strength. The fitted button up pulled subtly across her shoulders, hinting at the muscles beneath the fabric— not enough to overwhelm her form, just enough to suggest restraint. The heels of her black boots clicked softly as she shifted her weight, long legs accentuated even beneath the dark tights.
Glinda found herself staring.
She took in every detail without permission, without shame. The sharp line of Elphaba’s jaw. The severity of her posture. The way she filled the space between them without moving an inch closer.
Her mouth went dry.
Beautiful didn’t begin to cover it. The word felt too small, too harmless for something that made her chest ache and her thoughts unravel. Elphaba Thropp wasn’t simply attractive— she was consuming. Her presence demanded to be studied and remembered.
And Glinda was already lost in her.
“Why are you hiding, Miss Upland?” Elphaba asked, her gaze never leaving Glinda’s.
“Uhm— sorry. I… I don’t have any reason,” she lied.
The word sorry came out fast. Almost like she practiced it.
Elphaba tilted her head slightly, studying the way one might examine an interesting problem. Her expression didn’t change, but something sharpened behind her eyes.
“No reason,” she repeated softly.
She took a step closer.
The air grew tight between them.
“And yet,” Elphaba continued, voice smooth, almost amuse, “you’ve been standing in that exactly corner for several minutes. Long enough for the sound of breath to give you away.”
Glinda swallowed. She hasn’t realized she was breathing loudly.
“I didn’t meant to—“
“Lie?” Elphaba supplied gently.
Her tone wasn’t accusatory. It was curious. Felt worse than anger.
She stopped short of invalidating Glinda’s space, close enough that Glinda could smell something cool and unfamiliar underneath her perfume. Something like mental left too long in the cold.
“If you’re going to watch someone,” Elphaba murmured, “you should at least learn how to do it properly.”
The silence stretched between them.
Then, quieter still, “So tell me Miss Upland. What exactly were you hoping to see?”
Glinda hesitated. The lie sat on her tongue familiar and easy— but she didn’t want to use it again.
So she told the truth.
“You,” she said quietly. “I came to watch you.”
For the first time Elphaba looked unsettled.
Her eyes flicked to Glinda’s face, searching, calculating. The silence hung in the air, thick and uneasy. This wasn’t how moments usually went. People have always lied to her. They deflected from the truth. They didn’t want to admit things.
Slowly, but cautiously, Elphaba reached out with something deeper than sight.
The world titled.
Images flooded her mind— her classroom, seen from the shadows of the far corner. The way she moved across the room, unaware of the eyes. The hallway outside her office. The quiet street near her home. Always the same presence. She always watched.
Glinda.
Elphaba recoiled as if the images burned her, breaking the connection. She took a step back, her breath sharp in her chest.
This can’t be.
She had always felt eyes watching her for years, a faint awareness that followed her like a phantom. But she could have never imagined it would be her. Sweet, soft spoken Glinda Upland. The girl with careful smiles and too-bright eyes.
Elphaba looked at her again— really looked at her.
And for the first time, something uneasy crept into her expression.
“You’ve been watching me,” she said quietly.
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
The unease didn’t come from the fact that it was Glinda.
It came from the realization that she might have seen something she was never meant to.
Elphaba resisted the urge to reach back into her mind. Vampires weren’t meant to do that— probing human thoughts risked blending memories, blurring boundaries, and losing the pieces of oneself in the process. She had to learn that the hard way centuries ago. The cost was never worth it.
Still, the images lingered. The corner of the classroom. The hallway. Her home.
She was always watching.
Glinda stood frozen in front of her, eyes wide, shoulders drawn in as if bracing for impact. She could see it all over her face— the fear, shame, something as close as heartbreak.
“Please,” Glinda said softly. “Don’t walk away from me. I didn’t mean to freak you out,”
She reached out.
Elphaba stepped back instantly. Avoiding any contact.
“No, Miss Upland.” Her voice sharpened, the sound cutting through the air. “What you’re doing is highly inappropriate. And invasive.”
Her eyes blurred with anger— not at Glinda, but with the fear of what she might have learned. Of what she might already know.
The anger on her face and her stern voice was enough to make Glinda flinch. Seeing Elphaba step away from her broke her.
Glindas eyes water, her worst fear is coming true.
“Elpha- Professor Thropp,” She corrected herself quickly, the name slipping out before she could stop it.
The sound of even just a quarter of her name coming from her mouth made Elphaba freeze.
Slowly, she walked back. Facing the small girl.
“Okay,” She sighed. “Glinda,” she said carefully, too carefully, “It’s very apparent that you’ve grown… attracted. And while I appreciate your honesty, this can’t continue.”
She turned around towards the door, gathering her things with rigid precision.
Glinda’s chest ached. Panic rose, hot and unbearable. She wants to show her she’s not a threat, that her secrets aren’t something to run from.
“I know about you,” she blurted out.
Elphaba stopped.
The hallway seemed to hold its breath. Everything went quiet.
“I know about the women you bring home.” Glinda continued, voice shaking as she took a step closer. “I know that you’re not—“ She swallowed. “Not human. I don’t know what you are, not exactly, but I know you’re not normal.”
Elphaba turns slowly.
Her face had gone pale. Her haw clenched so tightly it looks to be trembling.
She’s afraid. And that terrified her.
“You… you watched me?” Elphaba shouted, shock flashing across her face at the thought of her student witnessing her in a moment so private and intimate. She shook her head, “Never mind that— what do you mean you know i’m not normal?”
Her brows furrowed as she took a cautious step closer to Glinda.
Glinda stood frozen, head lowered, fingers twisting together as she bit the inside of her cheek. Elphaba approached with controlled steps, her touch cold as she lifted Glinda’s chin.
“Speak Glinda,” She demanded.
Heat rushed to Glinda’s face, her heart hammering in her chest. “I- I don’t know what you are,” she admitted. “But the way you walk… the way you talk— it all feels rehearsed. Like you’ve been trying to play human for a long time.”
Elphaba exhaled slowly, the tension easing just a fraction. For a moment, she thought that was all— nothing concrete, nothing dangerous.
Then Glinda continued.
“And one time, when I was near your house…” She hesitated. “There was something you did. I can’t really describe it. It was like one second you were there, and the next you weren’t. It was as if you moved without crossing the space in between.”
Elphaba went still.
Glinda remembered that night vividly. Two years ago. The same street, the same path she always took. The moment she froze, realizing there’s something about her professor was deeply wrong.
But it didn’t scare her.
If anything, it had only drawn her closer.
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Later that night, Elphaba shut every blind and locked every window, every door— anything she could think of that might keep that small woman out. The irony of it all almost made her laugh. She couldn’t believe the predicament of it all.
She changed into something comfortable and slipped into the dark night.
If Glinda had been watching her for years, then it was only fair to return the favor.
It didn’t take long to find her house. Elphaba moved quietly, circling the two story building until she spotted the warm glow from the upstairs window. She rose silently to it, peering inside.
The room was drenched in pink- soft, bright, and unmistakably Glinda. Every thing about it screamed her presence. Elphaba gaze drifted across the space, amused, until it landed on the bed.
And then she froze.
Glinda lays there, naked against the sheets.
For a moment Elphaba couldn’t look away. She wanted to— knew she should— but the sight of her bare wet pussy kept her in place. This was her student. She shouldn’t want to see this.
But she was.
Glinda sat up on her bed, knees parted, the short plaid skirt she’d worn earlier still clinging to her hips, bunched high on her stomach, as though forgotten in haste. It was the only thing she had left on. The room glowed softly against her smooth skin.
Glindas hand drifted between her thighs, slow at first, then urgent, the quiet sounds of her wet pussy filled the room. A quiet sound slipped from her lips as her head tipped back.
“Elphie…”
The name came out soft, reverent, it sent a sharp pulse through Elphaba chest.
Glinda moved in a rhythm that had no pattern, driven by the need. Her hair had fallen loose around her shoulders, her skin flushed, breath uneven. One hand fisted her left boob, her fingers pinching the hard nipple. Her body arched as the sensation overtook her.
She gasped, as she took a finger and slipped into her cunt. A flicker of discomfort crossed her face before it melted into something hungry. Her hips rolled instinctively, chasing more than what she could give herself. When it wasn’t enough, she took her hand and struck her pussy, in frustrated bursts, over and over again. Her skinned burned, the clit blurred into something overwhelming.
The sounds she made filled the quiet house— soft, broken and unguarded.
She moved faster, breathing stuttering, face flushed with heat as she edged closer to her release, completely lost in the moment.
Elphaba hidden in the shadows couldn’t look away. She was mesmerized.
Elphaba left in a hurry.
She barely remembered the walk home, only the sharp beat of her pulse and the way the night air burned her lungs. The moment she was inside she slammed the door shut behind her, locks sliding into place as if they could keep the memory out.
It didn’t.
All she could think about was Glinda.
The way she moved. The way her body reacted to every touch. Her voice when she whispered the name— Elphie— like it belonged to her.
“Stop it,” Elphaba muttered, pressing a hand to her temple trying to shake the thoughts away.
She was fucked. Completely and totally fucked.
She paced around her room, restless, the echo of Glinda’s racing heart and breathing ringed in her ear. The more she tried to push it away the louder it became— soft sounds, broken, needy, haunting her in the quiet.
Then her computer chimed.
She froze.
Slowly, she crossed the room and opened the message. The subject line was short.
For you.
Her stomach dropped. She clicked the file.
The video loaded, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Glinda— too close, too real— caught in the same moment Elphaba has been desperately trying to forget. Seeing it like this, unfiltered, made her pulse thunder in her ears.
When the screen finally went dark, another message appeared.
Hope you enjoyed the show ;)
Elphaba stared at it, her chest tight, mind spiraling.
She should be furious, but instead all she could think about was Glinda.
She closed her laptop with a sharp snap and turned away. She pressed her hand to her chest to steady herself. The room felt smaller than it had moments ago. Somewhere beyond the walls Glinda was out there— aware now and bold enough to reach her directly.
This changed everything. Elphaba exhaled slowly, forcing her thoughts into order. She’s spend centuries controlling herself, restraining everything, only the unravel because of a reckless girl with too much curiosity and too little fear.
Her gaze drifted back to the dark screen. Glinda sent that message with intention, this felt like an invitation or a challenge.
Elphaba knew with terrifying certainty— this was something she no longer could ignore.
A challenge she’ll get.
She opened her laptop again and emailed Glinda back.
You know where I live.
Minutes passed.
Then came a knock.
She didn’t look through the peephole to know who it was.
When she opened the door, Glinda stood there— smiling, nervous, hands fidgeting at her sides. Her clothes clung to her frame, a short skirt and fitted top that did nothing to hide her intention.
Elphaba’s eyes traced her before she could stop herself.
This girl will be the death of me, she thought.
Without a word, she stepped aside and open the door wider. An invitation to come inside.
When the door closed, Glinda barely had enough time to take in her surroundings before Elphaba closed the distance between them and kissed her.
The kiss was messy, unrestrained— too much yet not enough all at once. Their mouths met open mouthed, breath mingling, chins damp as Elphaba threaded her fingers in Glinda’s hair ruining whatever composure she had left. The kissed deepened, turning rougher. Elphaba’s teeth grazed her lips. Glinda gasped at the sting, a soft sound caught somewhat between a moan and a hiss.
“Open your mouth ,” Elphaba said.
Glinda obeyed instantly.
Elphaba pulled back just long enough to look at her, dark eyes burning, and spit in her mouth. Glinda welcomed it and swallowed.
Glinda shuddered the way Elphaba closed the space between them again. In between kisses Glinda murmured, “You taste so good,” breathless.
Elphaba answered with another kiss, slower this time. Her mouth traced along Glinda’s cheek, her jaw, lingering on her neck where her pulse fluttered wildly. The scent of her skin, vanilla, warm and alive, made something dangerous coil low in Elphaba’s chest.
She pulled away suddenly and caught Glinda by the throat, not tight enough to hurt— just enough to command.
“Go on the bed,” she said.
Glinda swallowed and did what she was told.
She turned and walked, every step deliberate, aware of the eyes burning into her back. She already knew the way to Elphaba’s room. She’s seen the room many times before— seen who’s been here, who laid on the sheets. The thoughts used to hurt her. Now it only made the ache inside her sharper.
She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.
Elphaba crossed the room slowly letting the silence stretch. When she turned back, there was something in her hand that made Glinda’s breath hitch.
“Scoot back.”
Glinda obeyed.
Elphaba set the object aside for later— left it in view, a promise more than a threat. She climbed onto the bed and pushed Glinda’s knees apart. Her gaze lingered, dark and hungry on her bare pussy. Elphaba groaned, the sight makes her mouth water. She licked her lips and traced her fingers along her legs, then her thighs, goosebumps rising on them.
“Please,” Glinda whined, voice unsteady, “I need you.”
Elphaba only smiled.
Her touch was light and teasing, never quite giving her what she wanted. Elphaba grazed the pussy lips, softly stroking the outside. Glinda shifted helplessly, chasing the sensation that refused to settle, her breath stuttering as Elphaba kept just out of reach.
Her finger moved to her clit, the hard numb trembling at the light contact, wanting to be touched. That alone made Glinda’s hips buck, chasing it.
“No,” Elphaba murmured, clicking her tongue. “You stay still.”
Her hands tightened at Glinda’s waist, evident of the size difference between them. The control and strength of Elphaba and the surrender and want of Glinda. She trembled beneath her because she knew no matter what she would obey her.
Elphaba ran her hands slowly up and down Glinda’s stomach, taking in the way the girl squirmed beneath her touch. The reaction alone was enough to make her ache. Without hesitation, she tugged Glinda’s tight shirt off and gripped her tits, rough enough to draw a cry from her.
The imprint of her hand lingered on Glinda’s skin, and the sight made Elphaba groan.
“Your boobs are so perfect,” she murmured, slapping one sharply. Glinda jolted at the impact, breath catching.
Elphaba hands drifted lower to where Glinda needed her the most. She brushed over her swollen clit, the pressure pulling a moan from her lips. She was already soaked, trembling, and ready. Elphaba slid a finger in slowly, and Glinda’s head fell back as her body tightened around her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Elphaba whispered.
Elphaba leaned down, closing her mouth around Glinda’s nipple as her finger moved inside her, slow and steady. The more she fingered her, the wetter Glinda became, her breath breaking apart with every motion.
Elphaba didn’t want to stop. She was mesmerized by the sounds Glinda made, by the way her mouth her mouth fell open when she hit the right spot.
“Elphie, I- I need to feel more of you,” Glinda begged, tears streaking down her face from the ache of not being pull enough.
Elphaba kissesd her, nodding her head. “What do we say?”
Glinda whimpered , “P-Please,”
Elphaba lowered her head, breathing in the scent of her. “Look at this pussy,” she growled, “So wet. So needy for me.”
She pulled her fingers back, teasing Glinda’s clit before spreading the slick over her, dragging it slowly. Her fingers were soaked as she brought two of them back, teasing Glinda’s entrance, drawing it out just enough for her to cry out in pain and slips it inside.
Glinda gasps, her hands trembling from the pressure. She’d never taken more than one finger before— having Elphaba do it made her head spin. Elphaba move steadily, curling her fingers just right, drawing out a cry from her lips.
She leaned down, her mouth following, her tongue working over her clit while her fingers continued their rhythm. Glinda’s body shook beneath her, her hands tangling in Elphaba’s hair bringing her closer, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Elphie, I’m gonna-,” She gasped, voice breaking.
Elphaba suddenly stopped, flipping Glinda onto her stomach and lifting her hips. Glinda yelps at the abrupt movement, her face pressing into the mattress. Elphaba grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back against her chest, and brought her fingers to Glinda’s mouth
“Lick it,” She commanded.
Glinda obeyed, parting her lips and sucking the slick from Elphaba’s fingers.
“Good girl,” Elphaba coos.
She pressed three fingers back inside her, drawing a cry from Glinda as she begins to thrust from behind. Her moans filled the room, her body arching as Elphaba pulled her hair tighter, driving her closer to the edge.
“Yes, baby— fuck my fingers like a good little slut,” Elphaba praised.
Glinda pushed back desperately, her legs shaking from the overstimulation. “Uugh I’m gonna—“
A sharp slap landed on her ass, cutting her off.
“No, you’re not,” Elphaba said firmly.
Glinda cried out, desperate to come. Elphaba continued to finger her, the wetness making a mess against her shirt and pants. She pulled her own shirt off with one hand, revealing a black lace bra. Glinda’s body shook uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge.
“Please— please let me come, Elphie,” She begged, her eyes wet as she looked up at her, pleading.
Elphaba grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back, hold her firmly in place as she fucks her.
Elphaba quickened her pace, feeling Glinda clench around her fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” She whispered. “Come for mommy.”
Glinda finally came, her body giving in to what it had been craving. She trembled on the bed, riding out the pleasure as Elphaba fingers moved the last time.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Elphaba murmured, kissing slowly down her back.
“One more, baby,” She said quietly. “Then we’re done.”
Elphaba grabs the strap-on she had left beside the bed and stepped into it after taking her pants and underwear off. Glinda looked back, her face flushed as she took in the sight.
“It’s so big,” She said wide eyed.
“It’s okay,” Elphaba replied with a wink. “I know you can take it, sweetheart.”
Elphaba moves closer to Glinda, eyes lingering on the strap-on. She grasped it and brought it to her lips, kissing it. Elphaba groaned as Glinda opens her mouth, taking it in and bobbing her head, wetting it with her saliva. The act aroused them both, sending heat between them.
Glindas hand roamed over Elphaba’s body, sliding over her bare ass and gripping firmly. Elphaba moaned in response. Glinda looked up at her, smiling as she swirled the cock across her tongue.
“Fuck,” Elphaba drawled.
“Fuck me, mommy,” Glinda whispered.
Elphaba smiled and positioned her cock at Glinda’s entrance. Though Glinda has already coated it with her saliva, Elphaba added more, spreading the slick from Glinda’s still wet pussy over the tip with her hand.
Slowly she began to enter her, and Glinda arched into the cock. Propping herself up on her elbows, she placed a pillow under her lower back to heighten the angle. Their eyes met as they kissed, sloppy and urgent.
Glinda began to move against the cock, her face twisting with pleasure. They found a rhythm, matching pace thrusting together. Glindas head fell back, dizziness washing over her in waves of sensation.
“God,” Glinda whimpers. “Please, don’t stop.”
“You’re so wet for mommy,” Elphaba says. “This perfect pussy was made for me.”
Glinda moans, teetering at the edge again.
“I’m gonna come, Elphie.” She gasped.
Elphaba went harder and faster, slapping her pussy with each thrust. The sharp impacts sent jolts through Glindas body, drawing cries from her throat.
Elphaba didn’t stop, thrusting further and harder— grabbing Glindas breasts, sliding her fingers into her mouth, kissing her, and holding her close. The strap-on pressed deep inside Glinda, making her eyes roll back.
“You take this dick so well, princess,” Elphaba growled.
The harness hit Elphaba’s clit at just the right angle as she spreads Glindas legs wider, thrusting into her roughly.
“Come for me, princess,” Elphaba said.
Glinda reached down and rubbed her clit, the bundle of nerves sending her spiraling higher. She moved with Elphaba, chasing the sensation, moaning and crying out loud as the pleasure built.
“I’m coming,” She cried.
The release tore through her as she came hard around the strap on, shaking as the pleasure finally broke free.
They were both out of breath. Elphaba slipped out of Glinda, drawing a gasps from her, then removed the strap on and sat at the edge of the bed. They stayed there in silence, the weight of what had happened settling between them.
Glindas heart raced as the truth sank in, heavy and undeniable. Elphaba knew that Glinda understood now— knew what she was— and somehow that didn’t frighten her.
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