#there’s some goodies on here indeed
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Bath & Body Works
Mall Rats 2! Can be read alone. But if you want-- read Mall Rats 1 here
Summary: You'll drag Joel kicking and screaming into your bubble bath if it's the last thing you do.
A/N: I am stoked about this one!
Warnings: smut, fingering, handjobs, oral sex (f receiving), rubber ducky, joel is extra cranky, dirty talk, forced bubble bath with a grumpy old man, soapy tiddies, rubber duckies, country apple scented bubble baths
WC: 3.2k
You’re going through your bag of goodies from your first trip to the mall with Joel. You’ve got your undies and bras from Victoria’s Secret, along with some candles and stuff from Bath and Body Works.
You would have picked out more, but Joel was throwing a bitch fit about how you were taking too long to pick out body sprays and whatnot.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…just fuckin’ pick one already. They all smell like chemicals and girl. I’m gettin’ a migraine.”
“From all the smells?”
“No. You.” You ignored him and searched for body wash to match your body sprays and lotions. “C’mon. Shake a leg, sweetheart.”
“I need body wash. I can’t find it.”
“Here” Joel grabbed a random ass bottle, shoved it in your bag, wrapped his hand around your forearm and dragged your ass out of Bath and Body Works. “It’s all the same shit anyway.”
Now you’re pulling out that random ass bottle of what Joel had deemed as the same shit as body wash. And it’s not the same shit. At all.
Relaxing Bath Bubbles
Country Apple
Awh, shit. Guess you’re about to give Joel another migraine.
You walk over to his house and knock on his door, your backpack full of your Bath and Body Works goodies. Rubber duckies too. You snagged them from a broken claw machine in the mall.
Knock knock knock knock knock
“Joel, open up.”
You knock some more. Joel opens the door clad in nothing but plaid boxers, his eyes squinting and his hair wild. “The fuck do you want?”
“Need to use your bathroom,” you say. “Now. It’s an emergency.”
Joel raises an eyebrow. “Why? You know what, I don’t wanna know. Just make it quick.”
He’s perplexed, but he leads you to his ensuite bathroom anyway. He says Ellie’s bathroom downstairs is heinous. You enter the bathroom and shut the door, and Joel lays on his bed as he scribbles in his book of crossword puzzles.
The first thing you notice about Joel’s bathroom is how nice it is. Spacious, a deep and wide circular inset bathtub. How he scored this, you don’t know. You strip, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor then fill up the tub with hot water. You toss your duckies in the water, dump some Country Apple bubble bath in the tub and watch the bubbles emerge, then light your Bath and Body Works candles and turn out the lights.
The water is soothing and the bubbles smell nice. You lean back in the tub and relax, watching your little rubber duckies float through the bubbles.
Only when half an hour goes by does Joel realize something’s up. He’s been stuck on his puzzle for the last ten minutes and completely forgot that you’re in the bathroom. He shuts his crossword puzzle book in frustration, sets it on his nightstand and turns out the light in his room.
The flicker of your candles through the cracks of the bathroom door catches his eye. Confused, he decides to investigate. He’s about to knock on the door when he hears a splash.
Joel doesn’t have time for this. He barges in to find you soaking in his tub, surrounded by candles and rubber ducks. He looks like he’s gonna have a conniption fit.
“Oh, finally,” you say excitedly. “Been waiting for you.”
Irritated doesn’t even begin to describe the expression on Joel’s face at how shockingly cavalier you are about bathing in his tub. “The fuck are you doing in here?”
“Using your bathroom.”
“You said it was an emergency.”
“Correct,” you reach for the bottle of apple scented bubble bath and toss it to Joel. “Emergency indeed.”
“We need to go over what constitutes an emergency, then. Because this shit is not an emergency. Not in the slightest.”
“It is, actually,” you counter. “That’s bubble bath. Not body wash. They are not the same.”
Joel looks at you and he’s not sure which of you has a screw loose, but clearly something’s not right here. You fill one of your rubber duckies with water and squirt him on his tummy “The fuck is the matter with you?” he snaps. Joel snatches the toy from your hand and tosses it behind you, so you fill another ducky with water and squirt him again. “Get your ass out of my tub and go home.”
“Take it up with Tommy. My tub’s broken. He said he’d fix it but he never did. He said to use yours.”
“Tommy did not say that.”
“You weren’t there. You don’t know.”
“You know what? M’not doing this. Out. Now,” Joel takes a step forward and reaches his arm through the bathwater to find the drain stopper. You grab hold of his arm, biting your bottom lip as you smile mischievously. Joel glares at you. “Don’t.”
You squeeze his forearm tighter and pull with all of your might. Joel tumbles forward into the bath, water splashes over the edge of the tub and floods the floor below. Joel emerges from the water gasping. “God bless it,” and pushes his hair out of his face, then wipes his eyes and turns to you. The look on his face pierces daggers right through you.
In a ballsy move, before he can stand up and step out of the tub, you slide over and sit your ass on his lap. You lean back to force him against the edge of the tub. “That’s better,” you say. “Need you to be my pillow. Your tub’s uncomfortable as fuck.”
“Not gonna be your anything. Get the fuck out of my tub or so help me god I will–”
“Joel, shut up. I’m trying to relax. And you should too, because you’re kind of a crankerpuss.”
Joel scowls. “Do not call me that.”
“Well, you’re being very hostile right now.”
Oh, he’ll show you hostile alright. You don’t know the first thing about hostility. Joel’s about to pick you up and throw your ass out of the–
Nope. Bad idea.
It’ll make an even bigger mess on the floor. You’re not worth the water damage. And then you’ll slip and fall, crack your skull open and there’ll be blood everywhere. Hiding the body will be Joel’s next step and he’s not in the mood for that. And of course, inevitably, you’ll knock over one of your candles and set Joel’s bathroom ablaze.
So Joel shimmies off his boxers and tosses them over the edge of the tub. They land with a wet plop. He leans back with you still on his lap, accepting his fate as your human pillow.
“Isn’t this nice?” you ask sweetly.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Shut up.”
So you quiet down and settle against Joel’s torso as best you can. Except as the minutes pass, he still won’t relax. He’s stiff as a board. His hands are in fists, resting on either side of his thighs. He’s practicing his deep breaths and going over the serenity prayer in his head. Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
“You seem tense,”
“Mm,” Joel says. “Wonder why. What a mystery this is. I’m stumped, truly.”
“You tend to run hot. You know. Short fuse,”
“You tend to drive me fuckin’ nuts,” he counters. You scoop up some bubbles in your hand, and Joel grabs your wrist and shoves it back underwater. “Knock it off. S’not playtime.”
You turn so you’re facing Joel and straddled on his thighs. You lift up on your knees, reaching behind Joel to grab a couple of towels. You drive him nuts, but at least he’s getting a nice view of your soapy tits. Pros and cons.
You fold the towel and set it behind Joel to support and cushion his neck. “Is this nicer?” you ask.
“It’d be nice if you weren’t here. See enough of ya already.”
“Get used to it,” you reply. “Got a whole lotta mall left to explore.”
“Don’t remind me.”
You don’t bother responding. Instead, you reach for a rag and a bar of soap and begin to lather it. You lift Joel’s arm up and begin scrubbing his skin gently.
“Quit it,” he snaps, yanking the rag from you. “Washed earlier.”
Your feelings are a little hurt and you frown. “I’m trying to be nice.”
“Don’t need you to be nice to me. Need you to get out of my house. Now finish your bath.”
You grab the bar of soap again, this time without the rag. You lather it between your hands and reach for Joel’s arm once more, this time putting more emphasis on massaging him and less on cleaning.
This, he seems more receptive to. He lets out a little sigh and his head falls back on the towel you folded for him. You massage down his arm, letting your fingers squeeze and work his biceps, then his forearm, the palm of his hand and even his fingers. Your hand accidentally nudges his half hard cock, but he doesn’t startle or move you away.
You’re thinking about his cock. You haven’t really seen it, hardly felt it. In a seamless transition, your hand leaves Joel’s and you reach between your bodies to play with his member. He grows hard with your touch, you can feel it. In your palm, he’s thick, heavy, and long. You trace your finger over the prominent vein that climbs up his length.
Joel sighs and reaches for your hand that’s working his shaft. “What are you doin’,” he sighs.
“Rub-a-dub-dubbing you.”
You think your eyes deceive you as a flicker of a smirk graces Joel’s face. It’s gone in an instant, but you saw it. You’ll have to alert the media.
“Charming,” he mumbles.
You continue massaging his member. You’re thankful that the bubble bath led you to this moment here with Joel, but disappointed that the bubbles are hindering your view. You slide your hand up and down, letting your thumb swipe over his swollen tip.
“Feel good?”
“S’good, honey. Yeah, so fuckin’ good. Keep it up.”
Joel’s leaning into it now. Melting like a candle. Eyes fluttered shut, lips slightly parted as a symphony of curses and pretty noises escape his mouth.
“Fuck, darlin’. Squeezin’ me s’good.”
His chest is rising and falling unsteadily. The flickering candlelight bounces off of his skin and gives his face a warm glow. He’s got both hands on the globes of your ass cheeks, sliding over the expanse of skin. Up your waist and down your thighs, loving every inch of your body.
You lean forward and hold onto his shoulder with your free hand while you stroke him with your other. You dip your head lower to kiss and nip at his jaw and neck. His skin is warm and fragrant like the bubble bath.
One of Joel’s hands slither between your bodies and he cups your mound. His fingers reach lower to trace lazy circles into your clit. You pump him faster as he plays with you, soft breaths and groans falling from his lips. “Y’got it, sweetheart. Just like that. Just like–ohh, fffuck.” He squeezes your ass tight as he finds his release, his body tensing and twitching under your touch. He lets out deep and guttural groans, music to your ears.
He’s coming down from his high, still mindlessly tracing your pussy with his thick fingers. You’re watching as his breathing slows. He’s finally relaxed. And they said it couldn’t be done!
And just then, one of your little rubber duckies floats between you and Joel. The duck wears a mischievous smile. It’s like it’s thinking what you’re thinking.
Subtly, oh so subtly, you reach for the ducky and squeeze it, then open your fist slightly and let it fill up. Joel’s eyes are still closed and he’s breathing peacefully as you hold the duck level with his face. You squeeze the ducky once more, and a thin stream of water squirts from the duck’s beak and onto Joel’s cheek. Got his ass.
Joel opens his eyes slowly, his previously soft expression now harsh and irritated. Joel reaches for the duck. “You squirt me with that thing one more time…” he takes it from your hand, “Watch what happens.”
You bite back a smile.
“Keep it up,” Joel growls. “Now sit back down and spread your legs. Water’s gettin’ cold.”
He’s got a soft spot for you, believe it or not. His brain is telling him to kick your country apple scented ass out the door, but his heart’s telling him to let you stay a while longer. He is a gentleman with principles, after all. A lady should always finish.
“Wider,” he says. “Open up.”
He uses his strong, masculine hands to grip your thighs and spread them apart, but he doesn’t have to do anything. You oblige to his request immediately. He toys with your clit, circling and swirling his fingers over the sensitive bud before dipping his middle finger inside of you and chuckling. “Hmm,” he hums. “Selective hearing.”
“What?”
“Nothin’,” he mumbles. “Just think it’s funny how ya only listen t’me when you’ve got my hand or my cock between your thighs.”
You answer him with a soft moan and scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he pumps his finger inside you, feeling how warm and wet you are.
“So this is what it’s gonna take, hmm? To get you to be a good girl for me?”
“More,” you breathe.
Joel inserts a second finger and you gasp. “Jesus, girl. M’gonna get carpal tunnel tryna get you to behave yourself.”
“Carpal what-el?”
“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. S’nothin’.”
You whimper as his thumb swipes your clit and his fingers pump inside you. You hold his shoulders for stability as you grind your pelvis against his palm, rocking the water all over the place, over the tub. The waves bounce high and into Joel’s mouth, he’s annoyed as he spits out some bubbles. You may have overfilled the tub.
“Y’need to sit still,” he says. “Makin’ a goddamn mess.”
“Sorry,” you rasp.
But the splashing continues. Joel gets an idea then. He pulls his hand away from your core.
“No,” you whine. “Don’t stop, Joel, please–”
“Lookit that, usin’ your manners. Bein’ so nice,” Joel praises you. “You’re fine,” he coos softly. “Not goin’ anywhere. M’right here with you.”
Joel adjusts a few towels on the tile surrounding the tub, making a nice little bed for you. He lays you on the towel, watching as beads of water fall from your body and your legs dangle in the tub. He pulls you close, then licks one long stripe up your pussy.
“Yeah, that, keep doing that,” you beg.
“Not plannin’ on stoppin,” Joel chuckles, his low voice sending vibrations through your sex. “Gonna take my time with your sweet pussy.”
Joel does just that. He licks from bottom to top, top to bottom. He tastes every inch of you, from your slick folds to your clit and back down to your entrance. He flattens his tongue wide against you, lapping at your cunt and savoring the taste of your arousal. He loves the sinful, wet noises your pussy makes.
You tug on Joel’s wet strands of salt and pepper hair, pulling him as close as you can get him. “I know, gorgeous. I got ya,” he whispers.
Joel pushes two fingers inside you once more, this time curling them upward to find that sweet spot inside you. You kick your legs, splashing even more water than before. You’ve got an iron grip on his damp curls, twitching and shuddering with every flick of his tongue and sending water flying.
This whole eating you out to keep you from flooding the bathroom thing didn’t go as planned. But Joel’s a trooper. He’ll soldier on and mop up your mess later. He firmly grips the area behind your knees, lifting your legs from the water and pushing them apart. They sit high at your hips, he has you in a vulnerable position. He devours you and holds you close with a certain tenderness, and you know you’re in good hands.
“Mmmm,” you moan. “S’good, fuck.”
“Got a dirty mouth, hon. You know that?”
You do know that, but you can’t respond. The only thing you can do is whimper and make those sweet, sweet noises that Joel loves so much. “Keep makin’ those pretty noises, sweetheart.” he whispers as you squirm against him. He holds you tighter, keeping you still as he brings you to the edge. His fingers and tongue working relentlessly to make you dizzy.
“Gonna, fuck. M’gonna come, Joel. Please, please–”
“Come on my tongue,” Joel tells you. “Let go f’me. Give me a good one, sweetheart. Wanna taste it. Wanna taste all of you.”
With his words and ministrations inside you, along with his tongue dancing on your clit, you dissolve under him. Pure pleasure courses through your veins, beginning deep in the pit of your stomach and washing over you, your torso and thighs. Joel’s name is the only word you know at this moment. You sing it like a hymn, worshiping the man who makes you see stars.
Your head feels fuzzy. You’re hardly aware that Joel’s now kissing his way up your body, over your tummy and your ribcage. He kisses one of your breasts, then the other. He flicks his tongue over one nipple and lightly pinches and twists the other. “Didn’t get to give these tits of yours enough lovin’,” he mumbles.
It’s touching. He’s such a good lover, but such a forgetful man. Guess what’s sitting right next to you.
Yup. Rubber ducky.
Joel’s still kissing and massaging your tits, and you quietly reach for the duck. You squirt him right between the eyes.
Joel snatches the toy from your hand. “Where do you keep finding these fuckin’ ducks?!”
You shrug and giggle, then Joel pulls away from you. He pulls the drain stopper, then dries you and himself off with fresh towels. “Alright,” he says. “You had your bath and then some. Get lost.”
You pout. “You’re not gonna walk me home? It’s late.”
“Nope.” Joel bites his cheek, knowing he’s not actually gonna kick you out to walk home alone. You’re making him soft, and he hates it. “Fine,” he concedes. “Get in bed.”
You giggle and make your way to his bed, watching Joel mop up your mess in the bathroom. He blows out the candles and returns to you. “M’way too fuckin’ nice to ya,” he grumbles.
“Eh,” you shrug. “Could be nicer.”
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Buggy the Clown - So handsome.
Warning : none
Genre : fluff
Synopsis : “buggy with a reader who wears glasses ( I’ve never seen anyone write for glasses reader 😩) maybe one day reader pulls out there glasses while trying to read something.” - anon
Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)
How was Buggy supposed to know you have glasses ? You never wore them ! So to him, you had great eyesight.
He just thought your heavy squinting problem was just you thinking while reading or watching something from afar.
Yet, you had glasses since you were a kid and needed to wear them all the time, which you stopped doing when you became a pirate. They got broken too easily. How many times have you had to buy a new pair just after getting the new ones again…
So you rarely wore them except when you really needed them. But so far it didn't happen much. Except for today.
Today, you had put your hands on a treasure map and couldn't read it. Every details and inscriptions were too small.
Kneeling down to read it, you patted your pocket for your glasses, finding the box quickly. You opened it and put them on and, oh, wow, suddenly everything was neat and clear. People see like this all day long without any help ? That's how you're supposed to see ? You blinked several times, getting adjusted to your new vision and focused back on the map.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here ?” Asked Buggy, approaching you from behind. “Found something interesting ?”
“A treasure map, I think…” You turned to him briefly before looking back at the piece of paper, to make sure it's indeed a treasure map as in map for berries and gold and not some kid's stash of broken dreams and hope. “Wouldn't want to find like last time, a chest full of Uta goodies and posters. We took it, but still. Gold's better. Right ?”
But Buggy had stopped listening, staring at the back of your head.
“Look at me ?” He said moving his head slightly to the side to see your face.
“What ?” You partially turned around. But you were still mainly facing the map.
“Look at me, please.”
You turned around with a frown, not understanding why he was demanding such random things.
He continued staring at you, blinking slowly.
“Whose glasses is that ?” He asks quietly. From whom did you take them…
“Me ?”
“Yes, you.” He rolled his eyes, hands on his hips.
“No, I mean, those are mine.” You said and Buggy continued to look at you. He squinted his eyes, grimacing as he leaned closer, almost nose to nose.
“Since when do you have glasses ?”
“Ferever ?” You blinked back in confusion, not realizing it was the first time he saw you with them. And for a second he wondered if his memory wasn't playing him games. Did he forget you had glasses…?
“Huh…” He looked at your face, still grimacing. What… ?
“Oh ! No ! Yeah, it's the first time I wear them in front of you, you're right.” You said with a laugh, taking them off.
“What !?”
“Yeah.”
“You wear glasses ?!” He yelled, taking them from your hands and putting them on his nose. “How blind are you !?” He asks, moving his flying hand in front of himself.
“Uh… a bit.” You laughed, trying to get them back from him. Without success.
“Wait. So you're seeing me blurry ?”
“Y- yeah ?”
“And you still chose to date me !?”
You said nothing, an awkward smile on your face.
“You only know me blurry !?”
“...It's nice to see you neatly.” You said with a grin.
Buggy grimaced dramatically, cutting himself in pieces, contracting in a random pose.
“Blurry !? I was blurry all this time !?” His hands flew to you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.
“I fell in love with you blurry, yeah. Are you scared that neatness will change something ?”
He froze.
“It's not- is it possible ?”
“I don't know, let me check.” You said, grabbing back your glasses to put them on. You look at him and make a thinking pose. Buggy stares at you, waiting.
“...” You say nothing, letting the tension build. “You're right, it's too different. I can date you with a neat vision.” You take them off, wiping fake tears.
“Whaaat !? [Name] !” He shook you again. “What does this mean !?”
“You're too handsome.” You fake sobbed. And he froze again.
“What is wrong with you !? Saying such things !?” He said, pushing your head away, while grumbling.
“Understand me !” You continue sobbing. “I'm used to the Buggy who's pretty all blurry. How am I supposed to take I have a boyfriend who's not just pretty but handsome as fuck !”
“Stop it !” He blushed slightly.
“I should've put on my glasses sooner !” You said, eagerly putting them back on to look at him. “Such beauty, I have to look at you !”
“Stop it !” He screamed, face all red from both anger and embarrassment. “Give me the damn map instead !” And with that you stopped fake sobbing in an instant, turning around to grab what he wanted with a small smile.
“Aye.” You simply said, handing it to him, smiling proudly at how red you made him.
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Anything For a Friend Part 1: A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader smut fic)
(gif made by me)
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Now Playing: Closer x Beautiful is Boring, Animal, Blood (please listen to these while reading this, you will not regret it)
Goodie bag: vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, cock rubbing, tentacles, mating season, monster sex, monster fucking, rough sex, cursing, creampie, wall sex, somewhat of a slow burn at first [let me know if i miss anything]
A/N: Okay, so before I continue, I feel the need to say something. I know Alastor is aroace. I know it, you know it, we all know it. In the show's canon, I completely respect that. I have a friend that's aroace, and I have a deep respect for them and the community. However, this story is outside of canon, where anything goes. Plus, in this, Alastor still doesn't normally feel sexual attraction towards anyone, except when he's in his rut. But he is not aromantic in this. You can say he's demi-romantic; there needs to be a very deep connection between him and the target of the affection in order for romance to occur, hence why it happens here due to him and Y/N being so close. So yeah, no disrespect is intended here. I just want to give the people what they want. Besides, I'm clearly not the only one who is guilty of putting Al in sexual situations. I'm just aware of the implications this could bring and tried to give it some respect to the character. So if you're offended by even the idea of Alastor being romantic or him having sex at all, feel free to skip this. I won't blame you one bit. Anyways, enjoy!
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It was the beginning of October. Something was going on at the hotel. Alastor was staying away from everyone, holing himself in his room. You knew this wasn’t like him. Today, when you first confronted him about his odd behavior, he pushed you away and ran to his room. He had a panicked look in his eyes, which was an expression you never saw from him before. That’s how you knew something was wrong. You asked around the hotel to find out what happened, but they just told you that they didn’t know and to just let him be. But you refused, you knew you had to help him somehow, regardless of what everyone else said. That night, you walked up to his door and knocked on it.
Alastor softly groaned, turning his head slightly to glare at the door. As he walked to the door and prepared his speech in his mind, he heard your voice. “Alastor...? It’s me, Y/N. Are you okay?” He opened the door and was surprised to see you standing there, a worried expression marring your normally cheerful features. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh as he tried to control himself. “Y/N...” He muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Despite his efforts to push you away to keep you safe, here you were, like a loyal little puppy. He avoided eye contact and said, “I said I don’t want any company. Please, just go.”
You noticed how disheveled he looked, his suit in disarray and partially open, exposing the scar on his chest from his fight with Adam. His breathing was heavy, like he had done something strenuous inside his room. You focused on the task at hand, saying, “You’ve been avoiding everyone all day and been so distant towards me. You’ve never acted like that before. Did something happen?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his heart beating faster as he looked at you. He knew that he should maintain distance, but seeing you so concerned about him made it even harder to resist the primal urges inside him. With a deep breath, he tried to gather his thoughts and come up with an explanation that wouldn’t reveal what was really going on. “It’s nothing important,” he muttered, attempting to sound dismissive. But the worry in your eyes made him rethink his response. “Just a minor issue, really. Now please, go back to your room.” He took a step forward, trying to usher you away from his room. His tentacles were starting to emerge from his back, twitching slightly, antsy to just grab you and pull you in.
You look into his eyes and knew he was lying. “I know you’re lying, Alastor. Your eyes give away so much. Right now, they’re saying, ‘Help me’.” His gaze flickered briefly before returning to its normal coldness, masking the conflict within him. “No, really, I’m fine,” he lied, forcing a chuckle. “You shouldn’t worry about me.” However, despite his words, he couldn’t shake off the desire burning brightly inside him. With a pleading glance and then a defeated sigh, he reluctantly stepped aside, allowing you entrance into his room. “Come in. Please, sit down.” He pointed towards the antique couch in the corner, trying to distract himself with tidying up some papers strewn across his desk as you sat down. You noticed that his room was a total mess, things flung all over the floor, scratches on the walls and furniture. Even the couch you were sitting in had some claw marks embedded on it. As you looked around, he busied himself with picking up random items and placing them back neatly, hoping the movement would help calm his racing thoughts. But you noticed something. “Alastor...? You’re not okay. You’re shaking.”
Alastor froze mid-movement, his hands trembling slightly as he held onto a stack of papers. “Fuck...” He cursed under his breath, his eyes soon meeting yours. “I..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to involve you in this. I promise that everything is under control.” He quickly set down the papers and attempted to regain his posture, fixing his suit and tying his bow tie nervously. “Perhaps we can chat in the morning when things have settled down?” He suggested, offering his signature smile. Deep down, he knew he needed help, but admitting weakness wasn’t easy for someone like him. For now, he could only hope that time would ease his torment. You got up and walked over to him, gently taking his hand and looking at him. You spoke in a concerned yet soothing voice, “Please...tell me what’s going on. I want to help you, Alastor. I don’t care what it is, I’ll help you no matter what.” Alastor hesitated for a moment, his mind battling between acceptance and denial. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh and gently gripped your hand, feeling a wave of warmth emanating from your touch. Despite his fear right now, Alastor found solace in your presence, knowing that you were willing to stand by him no matter what. Your unwavering support was both comforting and overwhelming; it reminded him how much he truly cared for you.
You and him were like two peas in a pod, the closest of friends. You two were so close, you were the only one permitted to touch him without any consequences. Even Rosie was surprised when she saw you two hug at one point. It was clear you both cared for each other deeply, but Alastor, being himself, was always one to deny it when others brought it up. But deep down, Alastor admired your compassion and putting others before yourself. He didn’t know why, it was something about you that drew him to you. If there was one person he could trust with his life, it was you.
“It...It’s my rut season again,” he confessed softly, averting his gaze from yours. “I’m usually able to handle this just fine, but...lately, I’ve been struggling to control myself, especially around you.” He gripped your hand tighter, his voice barely audible. “If I lose control, I know I’ll end up hurting you or worse - change into something...most unpleasant.” You smiled and cupped his cheek, turning his head to face you. “Is that what this was all about? Alastor, you had me worried sick.” Alastor looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief as he met your gentle gaze. Your reassuring words eased some of his anxiety, but the fear still lingered in the back of his mind. “Thank you for understanding. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said as he leaned into your touch. His heart pounded against his chest, the scent of your perfume wafting through the air. Though he appeared calmer, the tension in his body remained, a testament to the struggle he faced internally. You concern brought him comfort, but it also heightened his awareness of his inner turmoil.
In that moment, you made a decision. You looked him straight in the eye and said, “Alastor...if it really is that troublesome for you...I’ll help you through it.”
Alastor’s eyes shot wide and a small blush appeared on his cheeks, a look very unlike Alastor. He shook his head vigorously, pulling away slightly. “No, no, it’s fine. Really, I appreciate your offer, but--.” That’s when you hugged him before he could finish his sentence. Surprised yet pleased by your bold move, Alastor hesitated for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, returning the hug. The warmth of your body against his calmed him somewhat, and he leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes. You spoke gently, “Alastor...I care about you. Deeper than just friends. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you through anything. Please...let me help you here.”
Normally, he would be repulsed at the idea of having sex. He never felt any sexual attraction to anyone, not even when he was a human. But even asexuals have their bodily urges, whether they want to or not. And since he became a demon, these urges became stronger, much stronger. He had thought about coming to you for this, but he was afraid of chasing you away. He cared for you as deeply as you did for him, and he didn’t want to ruin that. Finding a friend like you in Hell is like finding a diamond in a vast desert, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and throw that away. But seeing you being so supportive and seeing your want to help him, he started to second guess his choices. Maybe it was okay to let you help him. It was just a friend wanting to help another one out with something they were dealing with, and they were pretty close already. Plus, this could help him deal with the month much easier if there was someone to help him release the constant urges, and it was a way for them to make their bond stronger than anything.
“Alright, Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice breaking slightly. “If that’s what you truly want, then I’ll accept your help.” In that instant, he felt a sudden surge of strength coursing through him, as if some invisible weight had lifted off from his shoulders. “Thank you...thank you,” he repeated, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. You smiled and wiped a tear away from his eye before you leaned in and kissed him softly and tenderly. Alastor’s lips parted involuntarily at your touch, his tongue tentatively seeking entry into your mouth. The taste of your lips against his own sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making it difficult for him to think straight. However, he forced himself to pull away after a brief moment. “I...I can’t...I..I...We’re in public...” You were confused for a moment until you realized that the door was left wide open, anyone could walk by and see the current scene. You walked over and closed the door, locking it. You turned back to Alastor and said, “Now we’re in private.” Alastor blinked for a moment and then he let a low growl escape him, his eyes gleaming dangerously as he walked towards you. “Private or not..We need to focus on the conversation first.” Despite his words, he couldn’t ignore the animalistic urge gnawing at him, demanding release. You were a bit confused. “What conversation is there to have? Boundaries?” Alastor chuckled softly, tilting his head. “I suppose there is that, isn’t there?” Fed up by his attempts at avoiding the inevitable, you decided to lay it on him. You looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll just give it to you straight, since it’s easier that way. I’m open for making this friendship deeper. I’m willing to give myself to you if it’ll help you though this rut. I’m not worried about you hurting me, I can handle a lot more than you think. All I want to do is to help you, and there’s only one way to do it. I don’t know how you feel about it, but that’s how I feel.”
Alastor stared at you, his eyes widened and his heart pounding in his chest as he processed your words. This revelation was more than what he expected, but despite his confusion and apprehension, Alastor couldn’t deny the swelling desire within him. Slowly, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle yet firm. “Y/N...” He breathed out your name, his voice laced with emotion. “You’re offering yourself...to help me..? Are you sure about this?” His eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation. The thought of having you so close was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to be careful not to push you beyond your limits. You nodded, with zero hesitation. “I am. I’m more sure of this than anything,” you said as you cupped his cheek.
Alastor’s breath hitched at your determination, his eyes never leaving yours. Your touch sent electric shocks throughout his body, making it impossible to resist the urge any longer. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth. You kissed him back deeply, wrapping your arms around him, softly moaning in his mouth. His tentacles stirred restlessly, eager for more than just physical contact. But he focused on the present, savoring the taste of your lips and the feel of your body pressed against his own. In this moment, all other worries seemed trivial compared to the connection you both shared. Alastor groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips firmly as he pinned you to the wall. The sensation of your body against his, coupled with the sound of your moans, drove him wild. Breaking the kiss, he said softly yet seductively, “God, you taste divine...” His voice was raged, his eyes half-closed in lust. “Let’s...let’s get you undressed, shall we?”
With that, he began unbuttoning your shirt, his movements hurried yet precise, his mind fixated solely on satisfying his primal desires. He pulled open your shirt and the tentacles remove it along with your bra. You moaned softly as you felt the tentacles brush along your skin. Alastor’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare breasts, his breath catching in his throat. With deft precision, two of his tentacles wrapped around each of your breasts, gently pinching and stroking your nipples simultaneously. Hearing your moans made his smile widen and his eyes close half-way. “How beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The rest of this tentacles danced around you, exploring every inch of exposed skin, their movements slow and deliberate. Despite his best efforts, as he watched the tentacles remove the rest of your clothes, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was more than just a conquest - it felt like something sacred, something meaningful. Maybe it was.
You moaned as the tentacles wrap around you, they felt so warm against your skin. Alastor’s eyes roamed greedily over your naked form, drinking in every curve and contour of your body. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric, begging for release. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Just perfect.” Without further ado, he took his jacket and shirt off and then pushed his pants down, freeing his massive member from its confines. It stood erect and ready, dripping with pre-cum, as he went up to you. He leaned so his lips were to your ear and purred, “Tell me, my lovely Y/N. Do you want this? Do you want me to claim you fully?” His tentacles continued to explore your body, teasingly brushing against your sensitive spots, driving you wild. You looked at him, your eyes and voice full of desire, “Yeah..I..I do..” You then reached out and stroked his cock while licking his neck. Alastor hissed at your touch, his entire body tensing in response. You stroked him gently, your hand warm and soft, sending waves of pleasure cascading through him. He looked at you, his eyes glowing red. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” He grasped your waist, pulling you closer, aligning his erection to your pussy. “Are you ready for this?” He asked, his voice heavy with desire. “This is going to be rough, my dear. I can’t promise to hold back completely.” He paused, waiting for your answer, knowing full well that despite your willingness, you deserved to make an informed decision. You cupped his cheek again and smiled as you nodded. You spoke in a voice full of need and desperation, “Please...put it in...” You didn’t have to tell him twice.
His hips bucked forward, pushing his length inside you with one swift motion, causing him to groan in pleasure. The sound of your moan was muffled against his neck as he buried himself to the hilt, his member stretching you wide. His tentacles wrapped around you tightly, supporting your weight as he started moving rhythmically, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning at each thrust. Each powerful thrust send waves of pleasure coursing through the both of you, growing your arousals. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he lost control of himself. “Oh sweet Satan, you’re tight!” He growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “You feel amazing, so fucking good...” His pace quickened, becoming faster and harder, matching the intensity of your mutual desire. You couldn’t help but let out your moans, “Ohh fuck...so good..!” Seeing your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy and hearing your words spurred him on. His thrusts grew frantic, his hips slamming against yours relentlessly. “That’s it, take it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Take everything I have.” The room echoed with the sounds of your passion, filled with gasps and moans. His tentacles brushed against your skin delicately, adding another layer of stimulation to the already intense experience.
As he kept thrusting, you saw him start to change. He let out a animalistic growl as his transformation accelerated, his body shifting under the influence of his primal urges. His antlers grew much larger, their points almost scraping the ceiling, while his muscles bulged with power. His eyes changed, the sclera turning black and his irises glowing red, drool dripping from his mouth that showed his sharp teeth. “Fuck, Y/N...” His voice was deep and guttural now, his full demon form now on display. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Mine to possess and devour?” Each thrust became more violent, his movements brutal yet tender, driven by an insatiable hunger only you could satiate. His tentacles pulsed erratically, eager to join in the frenzy, but bode their time to let Alastor be the star of the show. You moaned even louder, losing your mind over the pleasure. “Ahh..A..Alastor...! Y..Yes..! I’m yours..! I..I belong to you...!” Alastor’s eyes glowed crimson, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony. “Yes!” He roared, his voice echoing through the room. “You’re mine, Y/N! My sweet, sweet Y/N!” With a final thrust, he came inside you, his seed spilling out in hot waves, causing you to cum so hard, your mind was gone. His final few thrusts caused a second orgasm to rock your body. His body shook violently and once he left his high, he slowly transformed back to his normal form.
He grabbed you and collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, panting heavily. He pulled you close, gently grabbing your chin, and whispering, “You’re mine, forever and always.” His tentacles finally joined the fray, caressing your skin gently, soothing the ache left behind by your passion. You held him, your hands gently rubbing his back. Once you looked at him, you saw that he was grinning mischievously. You were wondering why until you felt the tentacles grab you, wrapping around you. “You know I couldn’t hold them back forever.” Each tentacle danced across your skin, exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. They slid into you and into your ass, mimicking his previous thrusts, stretching you wide and filling you up, going deeper than he ever could. You felt one tentacle slip over to your lips and when you let out a moan, it slipped into your mouth, going deep down your throat. You couldn’t help but suck on the appendage invading your mouth and filling your stomach with its essence. Despite the fullness, you couldn’t help but moan at the sensations, your body still craving more. “You’re such a precious little thing, darling,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So sweet, so perfect.” His tentacles continued their rhythmic dance, keeping you on the edge of pleasure. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes gleamed with desire, promising many more nights like this to come.
“You thought it was just one time, sweetheart? Come on now, you know better than that. Oh, this is just the beginning, my dear. We’re in for one wild night...”
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Spiderman Kiss
Miguel O’Hara x fem! Black Cat! reader
part 2 (18+)
it took me so damn long to write this but here we are. a few of y’all wanted a part two with some steamy times so i shall provide (this shit is so long i’m sorryyyy) this man makes it so easy to write angsty smut i swear.
warnings: dirtytalk, pnv, angsty fluffy yet flirtatious idek anymore, finger sucking. jusy filth all together (may god forgive my soul)
You left Miguel. You left him shattered. You left him wanting more. The kiss was still lingering on his lips.
The rain dripped through his hair, the clouds rumbling above him and darkening with every second that passed after you left him. Miguel thought he looked like an idiot dangling upside down watching an empty space that once carried your perfect frame. He was afraid your scent would fade with his memory, he couldn't move- he was stiff with need, sadness, and angst. He was scattered and he was sure the furrow of his brows expressed that tenfold.
Miguel didn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do with you.
So many questions melded into his head- he wasn't sure if he wanted to follow his brain or his dick. But his gut was telling him to not let you leave right now. There was nothing he could do though. Miguel had to tamper his own desires down, he had to put his other spiders first. He had to put the damn multiverse first. God, he gave up too much to quit now but a part of him wanted to relieve that pressure...he wanted to relieve that pressure with you.
Miguel groaned as he dragged himself out of his head and walked up the side of the building he was on, swinging from building to building taking in the dark horizon as if to reflect his mood, the rain becoming heavier on his back, beating at his mind like a punching bag. Miguel used this time swinging to contemplate what he wanted, it was simple: he wanted you...but he had other responsibilities. The thunder and lightning rocked above him, souring his mood. All he could think about was how stupid he was, falling for someone he couldn't have, someone he shouldn't want. That bleeding heart of his was going to get him killed.
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You arrived at your apartment before the rain got too heavy and you couldn't conceal the side smile that was painted all over your face- like you were laughing at an inside joke only you knew. Your kiss with Miguel was still tingling on top of your lips and a blush stained your face ever since. It really went against everything you stood for - wanting the good guy. Well, he wasn't known for being that good...but far too much of a goody-two-shoes for you.
Your apartment was gloomy, a blue hue seeped through the windows as you sighed into the cold empty space. You knew if Miguel was here he would obliterate anything in his path, you swallowed hard at the thought. That dull ache crawled back into your lower stomach and the hairs on your neck stood to attention just thinking about him. Jesus. You threw your umbrella into a dark corner before unbuttoning your trenchcoat and throwing it on the back of the couch. Your boots clacked against the hardwood floor as you went to the kitchen to fix yourself a stiff drink- you needed it tonight so you would forget fucking yourself lazily with only Miguel on your mind, you were hoping it would soften the blow of how pathetic you had become over one kiss with a man you were sure would choose the multiverse over you.
Miguel was at your apartment, hanging outside of your window to see if you were there and you just disappeared to the kitchen. He shimmied your window open quietly and crawled inside, slightly surprised that he fit. He stood up and the first thing his eyes caught onto was the mass amount of stolen paintings you were probably pawning off. Oh, bad girl. Very bad indeed. His eyes were fixed on the doorframe, waiting for you to emerge.
You ruffled your hair, walking out to sprawl on your couch and drink the kiss away even though it was already seared to the forefront of your mind. Looking up, your pulse skyrocketed and a gasp fell sharply from your throat. You dropped your damn drink on your floor. Miguel was happy with the response it was apparent with the smirk that painted his face.
‘’What the fuck?’’ You breathed, clutching at your heart to calm your raising chest. It wasn't working. You weren't sure if it was the fact that he scared you half to death or it was that he was here right now when you were about to strip naked and moan all the feelings away. ‘’Why do all Spider-people hate using fucking doors?’’ You questioned brashly as your foot swiped away at the broken shards of glass that adorned your floor, you'll deal with it later. He was your main focus now. It was like you manifested him.
‘’I didn't scare you, did I?’’He boasted and it made you want to kick his stupidly perfect teeth in, rip out his fangs, put them in a frame, and hang it on your wall. He had this smug look on his face and it was like he was reveling in your reaction.
"You didn't.’’ You lamented hard-eyed scowl and all. You stalked up to him like a smiling assassin looking as hungry as ever, a plan obviously forming in your head but he couldn't see through it. Inches were separating you and he had to tamper down the urge to just grab you. 'I wasn't expecting you back so soon.’’ You exhorted, lithe tongue wetting your lips- reaching for the inside joke. Miguel didn't respond, he was too fucking enthralled by your sheer presence to say anything meaningful. Suddenly, your palm went to his chest and pushed down aggressively hard. ‘’Sit.’’ You ordered endearingly, a sugar coating to the venom you were hiding as your eyes went doe. His eyes daren't waver from yours, they were wide and needy...something you never would've associated with Miguel O'Hara. You sat him down on your couch. ‘’I'll be right back.’’
A plan resided within you, you were going to do what you've always seemed to do with him: toy with him, play with him like you would with a cat and laser pen. It was one of the only constants you had with him. You sauntered and disappeared your way to the kitchen and a wicked idea started to form in your head- the more you thought about it, the more insane it was. But you didn't care. Every second you spent with him was just another semblance of your rationality withering away. You wondered if he affected all women like this- on the brink of insanity. The idea of him with another woman made you wince slightly. Instinctively, you kicked off your boots and shimmied out of your dress, also discarding the underwear and bra that covered you. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed another glass and poured out some whiskey for him like a doting housewife.
Miguel's fingers dug into his thighs, his patience wearing thin as the uncertainty and hunger weren't reaching a healthy equilibrium. He didn't like to be kept waiting. He resented it, his tapping foot and hard face were a clear reflection of that. He raked an exasperated hand through his hair and then he heard soft footsteps behind him. Finally. A flash of skin pierced his peripheral...and his mouth popped open, gaping a hole into your face as he drank you in like a thirsting animal. You were naked in front of him, wearing nothing but an innocent smile for a scene so obscenely filthy. You extended your hand to offer him the drink, acting so obviously coy.
‘’Thirsty?’’
Miguel's eyes were glued to yours, his mind was bugged with white noise and static as you stood there so innocently. Oh, you filthy bitch. You fucking liar. It was like time was frozen as he grabbed the glass from your hand. Miguel suddenly stood up, one massive hand grabbed your waist making you stumble back a few steps and the other crushed the glass with the might of his palm, he was surprised that you didn't even flinch but he was adamant about not showing it. You didn't deserve the privilege after toying with him like this: he was fiending for you. Miguel's grip on your waist was piercing and firm, lolling your head back to look into his eyes was a brutal mistake, they were aglow with rage and want that was slightly terrifying but also oddly thrilling at the same time, the sensation clawed at your throat and you were absorbing every second of it.
‘’Now what's all this?’’ He chuckled menacingly, it was like he was assessing you and the sly smile wired on his face was a large indicator of his greed. A clawed finger went to stroke your face. ‘’Hm?’’
‘’I got tired of waiting on you.’’ Surprising yourself with your own ability to breathe when he's touching you like this.
"I can see why that must be... frustrating...for you.’’ His gaze lowered and raked down your naked body, eating you with his eyes like he was a dog starved. “I can taste how wet you are.” Miguel mumbled as his wandering hands traced their way down your body, leaving a pattern of goosebumps in his wake until he reached your aching heat. '”You want me to make it better?” His fingers teased your entrance, waiting for verbal confirmation of how you wanted him to fuck you.
“I don't just want you...Miguel, I need you. I thought you'd know that by now.” You hoped your desperation would make him get the fucking hint. Now he was acting all patient and stretching it out, you just wanted him to play with you. Instead, he retracted his fingers. You shuddered as his warmth left you, the flames of desire were now roaring but all you could give him was a cold look at his callousness.
“Oh, you need me? Que maravilla... You're spoiling me.” He whispered in your ear then pulled back from you.
You gripped onto his suit and pulled him back into you, desperate eyes searching his. “Now give me what I want.” You sounded way more needy than he anticipated and he loved it. “Please.”
Miguel chuckled lowly, his large hand gripping your cheeks to make you pout and he mocked it like you were a whiny kid. “I've always wanted to fuck your face.”
You were too stiff to reply, his fingers dug into your skin and all you could do was moan.
“Would you let me?”
‘’Perhaps you fancy my pure heart, maybe I should feed it to you.’’
‘’Yeah, I'll do that later.’’ His promise was threateningly genuine and it made you gulp. Miguel suddenly grabbed you as if you weighed nothing and threw you over his shoulder, his apathetic palm smacking roughly against your backside as he dragged you to your bedroom, you yelped at his brashness. ‘’Stop squirming baby. Relax for me.’’
Miguel kicked your bedroom door open before you could even give in to his demands. He threw you on the bed, and without a second to lose you sat at the edge of it, you spread your legs wider for him. He grasped your chin so you were directly looking up into his scorching eyes- that look on your face was sinful. Miguel wasn't sure if was a religious man, not after everything that happened to him but if there was a time to believe in God it would be right now. You can't talk or think properly, it was the most ironic thing he's ever witnessed. You were always so...prepared, so intelligent, and challenging, it was interesting to see this side of you. He stood tall between your parted legs and the silence that boomed between you two was crackling through the air, Miguel's face was unamused as his fingers lightly traced your cheek- an odd form of tenderness in comparison to the filthy shit he said to you about 3 minutes ago. It was like it was the mercy before he was about to eat you whole.
‘’Fucking gorgeous.’’ Miguel muttered drunkenly, his darkening gaze surveying you intently as if you were under a microscope. He memorized every detail and frame of your desperate, whiny face. His thumb brushed the soft flesh of your bottom lip, all you could do was blink up at him dumbly. 'Come on...open up for me.' He urged when his fingers teased your lips, you opened your mouth and your tongue welcomed his large fingers, twisting and turning against the skin. A small shiver rippled through his body as you practically drooled over his fingers.
Mine. Was all he could think. Mine. All mine. No one else's. Miguel's heart skipped a little, a spark setting in his chest at the idea.
He was getting more and more impatient the longer you deepthroated his fingers, it was a little harrowing to see his deepest desires turn into a real-life experience. When he kissed you he thought that you wouldn't reciorocate or that you would kill him for even assuming such a preposterous thing, but no. You wanted him. The way he wanted you. If he were a smarter man he would bury the thought of you, he'd let another man want you up close, not from a distance like he does- but he just couldn't. He couldn't let you go and he resented it.
You just gave him a blank look when he retracted his fingers from your mouth, you wondered if his claws would come out when they were in the deep chasms of your throat, you were unsure if he was about to rip your vocal cords out. Miguel's palm instantly pinched at your cheeks again and he full force-bounced you back to lay flat on the bed. He loomed over you, his other hand sliding between your bodies to feel the softness of your skin, a small layer of sweat adding a little sparkle to your already glowing body. Why was he fucking dragging this along? Here you were, naked and wet, ready to be devoured and he insists on taking his sweet time. The multiverse becomes more and more unstable the longer he's with you. The unsettling thought made you frown and Miguel clocked onto it.
“What's with the frown?”
“Too slow, hurry up.” You moaned in his ear. His eyes darted to the contents of your room and he smirked.
“These paintings...they aren't yours, are they?” Miguel cooed at you. “It's cute that you think you're sneaky.”
“You're one to talk, following me around like an obsessed fan. It's cute.” You bit back at him, his teeth unclenched enough for a low moan to slip out. His mouth followed the trail of goosebumps down your neck, your body started to arch as his mouth captured your nipple, and your eyes widened as you felt his fangs dig into you.
“I want to fucking drain myself in you.” Miguel grunted and you quite literally felt the crunching of bones in his jaw. His nose trailed up your chest, inhaling your scent and committing it to memory.
“Take it off and fuck me or I'll find someone else who's-“ A gasp fell from your lips when he wrappled his fist around your hair and yanked it back. He thre your body around on the bed until your head plummeted to the soft pillows.
“I dare you to finish that sentence hermosa.”Miguel's fingers plunged into you, knuckle-deep feeling at you- so warm, so wet. You were dripping around his fingers. “Come on...finish it.” He moved his fingers in a circular motion, his thumb rubbed and pressed at your clit. A wave of jealousy washed over him at your words, the idea of someone else doing what he's doing to you made his eyes glow a dim red.
“'Miguel-“ He rubbed faster and harder.
“Someone else who's better than me? Someone who's...stronger than me? Someone who can...fuck you like this?’’He trusted his fingers harder into you and it made you cry out. ‘’Apologize.’’
“But I'm not sorry.”
In a flash, his hologram suit exposed his bare skin and your eyes widened at his cock slapping against your thigh. Your gaze wandered down and you couldn't conceal your gape, he was rock hard and the tip was sticky. “I'll make you sorry.”
“You're a bastard M-“ He cut you off with a sharp thrust into your warm wet pussy, Miguel was ambitious as always, glaring a hole into that pretty face to see just how well he was fucking you. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back and clawed, you drew an inkling of blood and he groaned at the sensation. The look on your face was priceless. Your moans bounced off of the walls, growing louder and louder with every thrust, he reached a spot within that you didn't know fucking existed. He thought your body was a work of fucking art, a thin sheen of sweat coated your skin, and every dip and curve was sculpted by Greek Gods. Miguel grabbed onto the headboard as his pace was getting more and more violent, his fist clenched white and his claws dug into the wood.
“You always this tight?” He questions breathlessly, Jesus Christ it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. You were sucking him dry. Your face scrunched up cutely as you whined at him, and your hands went to the sheets holding onto dear life. “No, don't clutch the sheets, grab onto me instead.” for once, you actually obeyed. You gripped onto his hair instead and tugged onto it. Miguel grabbed your legs and lifted them onto his broad shoulders, he sucked air into his teeth and his muscles tensed as you squeezed him even harder. “What, no smartass remark hermosa?”
“Oh my God.” You whimpered, and he kissed you passionately to muffle your pretty little sounds, absorbing them onto his tongue. His cock was fucking magic, he stretched you out so well it fucking hurt. The heated curl in your stomach was about to unfurl, the knots were twisting and turning with every brutal kiss and clash of teeth.
“Cum for me. You know you want to.” Miguel boasted like a proud high school jock. The slap of skin echoed around the whole room, he felt your stringy wetness cover him as a raw moan escaped from your lips. Your body arched against the bed as the waves of desire resounded throughout your entire body. You wanted to giggle, you had never come so hard before. It was kind of revolutionary. He fucked you through it, the kisses getting more desperate, passionate, and sloppy as if to mimic his pounding. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it Miguel, please just - fuck.”with those sweet words, you could feel him spurt inside of you, the warm sticky liquid coating your insides. His body tensed with every stroke, completely emptying himself inside of you. Lord, you milked him dry and his groan was an indicator of that. You felt proud of yourself, Miguel O'Hara being breathless was something you never anticipated…well that was before he kissed you and everything went to pure chaos.
You lowered your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, your lips meeting his tenderly. He liked it when you raked your slender fingers through his hair. He sighed before he pulled out of you, his gaze landed upon your pussy and the mess you both made. You chuckled at each other like a couple of teenagers, lightly blushing and doing the devil's tango. Miguel rolled next to you, both of you panting at what you had just experienced. He was so...good...at that.
The soft dim light lit up the room, the window outside casting a pale shadow of the New York skyline outside. You turned your head to Miguel, his angled features looking stoic as ever. It was obvious his mood changed but you didn't know why. Your cheek was buried in the pillow as you laid on your stomach, your hair tumbling down looking sexed out as always and he almost wanted to laugh, he definitely would've if the weight of the multiverse wasn't on his shoulders. Your hand flew to his and ruffled the disheveled tufts and he practically melted into your touch.
“You're a million miles away.” You repeated what you said earlier tonight before he kissed you. Miguel moved closer to you, leaning up on the divinely carved headboard as you lay there playing with his hair. He was agitated but a sliver of sadness warped through him and he didn't like it. His eyes latched onto yours, heady and scorching, his eyebrows twinging in sadness as he stared into your beautiful face- like it was the last time he'd be seeing it. He opened his mouth to speak but instead, he grabbed the hand that was in his hair and brought it to his lips, kissing your soft glowing flesh and tasting your sweet flushed skin.
“Mi amor.” 'He whispered, placing your palm on his face.
“Oh, that's new.” You smiled, and his eyes lingered on the curve of your ass. He had to suppress a shit-eating grin, his hand landed and stroked the skin of your thighs. “Am I still 'mi amor' even when I've been a bad girl?” You blinked up at him and then stared at all the stolen artwork and sculptures littering your room and adorning every wall, he just squinted your eyes in a judgemental manner at your question, he keep transitioning in and out of silence. It was obvious something was bothering him.
“What is it, Miguel?”
After a palpable silence, he finally opened his mouth, his gaze downcast as if he didn't want to look at you made you all the more confused. “It hurts me. How much I want you...I don't want to be tragically wounded and damaged by demons I can't escape... I just want to be with you.” He began unraveling what was eating at him, baring apart his battered soul and heavy mind, the expression your face made was one of...sorrow. “I don’t want to leave you alone. I can’t but I’m sure you’ve firgured that out by now.”
Miguel's confession echoed through your very soul and tolled at your brain, your heart on the other hand was thumping in your chest and beating at your fingertips. You didn't know what to do or say. You gripped his chin so he could face you, his hold on your thighs becoming stronger.
“You're fighting yourself and you're not even fighting fair. God you have no idea, do you?”
“I don't know what to do.” He replied back softly and it broke your heart seeing him so vulnerable with you, his eyes were quaking in fear. To hear him talk so lowly of himself made guilt pang at your heartstrings, if only he knew what good he's done.
“Have you got any idea how much good you've done? Everything you've done for spiders in every single world?” You urged him to see reason, he was always so damn rational. Why wasn't he seeing it? “Being Spiderman is a sacrifice, you know this. If that means losing sometimes...you must let it pass unhindered. But that doesn’t change how much I want you. ”
“No.” Miguel replied curtly, he knew you were right but he just couldn’t handle the idea of losing you right now. He just grabbed your face and kissed you, toppling you onto his lap to forget all about it and just melt into your warm embrace.
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Episode six - Bully in the Alley
Masterlist
Jack Dawkins x fem reader
This is a long one
"Do you think he'll like it? I should have packed more macaroons. Rainsford loves macaroons." Fanny chatted away as the three of you walked towards the stairs. You stop when you see the head nurse.
" Nurse Baggett, is Dr. Dawkins here?" You ask.
" On a Friday night? He's paying a house call on the Cat and Bagpipes." She laughs. Disappointed you turn back to your sisters who were already making their way up the stairs.
"Should I give Sneed a peek? What would you say to that?" Fanny said.
"Nothing really. Sneed isn't suited for you. His interest in us is purely political. He just wants to marry a governor's daughter and secure Head Surgeon. And he's already proposed to me." Belle rambled.
"Oh." Fanny stops walking.
"Fanny, he would've married any member of the family, including Father or the dog." Belle says.
"Belle, there is no need to be turt. Fanny, Sneed is not for you. He would not be attentive enough for you." You try to comfort her.
" So, when is your happy day?" She spits her words at Belle.
"The happy day was when I declined him." She replied.
"I should just fill my pocket with stones and walk into the sea." Fanny said.
"Sea's that way." Belle pointed.
"Belle, will you both stop this, now." You demand.
"So, just to clarify. Sneed's still available, then?" Fanny asks finally.
"For now." Belle agrees. The three of you walk into his private room. Fanny quickly delves into unpacking her basket of goodies.
"We've also got coconut macaroons, fruitcake, jam drops. Ooh, and this is pepper jelly. I made it myself to help with your recovery."
"How lovely. Lady Belle, are you well?" Sneed asks her, attempting to ignore Fanny.
"But it's quite peppery." Fanny continues.
"Better than someone who fought a pointless duel." They continued the back and fourth between the three of them. Your attention was held by the window you could hardly see through.
"Quickly. This way. Come on, quickly." You hear Hetty shouting. A Bell rings below. Running out of the room you see people clamouring all around.
"Cold compress on her. Splint that. Some doctors would be nice!" You see Hetty shouting. Jack stumbles in with a man's arm around his shoulders.
" Dr. Dawkins." You rush up to him.
" Lady y/n. Can you take him to the ward?" He hands the man over to you draping his arm over your shoulder.
"Are you even sober?" You ask.
"Three sheets to the wind. One sheet better than Prof usually is." He waves his arms. "Get your sister. I need her in the ward. Aputi, bring him in here." Jack walks away from you.
In the swirl of the chaos you do your best to help the nurses with bandaging and comforting the wounded people of Port Victory. Morning rose up without anyone really noticing. Seeing Jack standing beside the bed of one man you walked up to him.
"There's nothing more we could have done. Not with bleeding like that." He lets out a shaky breath, "Hetty, have you eaten anything at all?" He asks the nurse that looks set to fall down.
" No time." She replies.
Heavy footsteps stomp through the halls and you see your sister rushing up to Gaines.
" Captain Gaines, I will be speaking to my father!" She growls.
" Have you come to finish them off? Blinded in one eye, a fractured skull, and a ruptured femoral artery!" Jack's grits his teeth.
"All the results of resisting lawful execution of a warrant. And that's young Alfie Wilderkins if I'm not mistaken. This is a very good day indeed." Gaines grins and it churns your stomach.
" I want the men responsible court-martialled." You say.
"Well, that would be me. You'll need to tell the Governor his right hand is a criminal."
"Yes. That is a very good idea." You narrow your eyes at him.
" Arrest them. They're accomplices. All right. You, come with me." Gaines shouts and grabs one of the patients.
"They need medical care. I can't let you take these patients." You say putting your hands up across the ward door.
" They were never patients, Lady y/n. They're my prisoners. Stand aside." He moves close enough to you that you can smell the stink of his aftershave, "Your father indulges you. If you were my daughter..."
"I'd run away. Like your wife." You sneer at him. Gaines steps forward raising his hand ready to slap you but Jack catches him, wrenching him backward.
" Oi! Doc, you're needed over here." Fagin calls from the other side of the room. He drops Gaines' hand.
" Pity you didn't strike me, Dawkins." He growls at Jack before marching away.
"father can stop this!" You call to Belle.
"Where do you think I'm going?" She shouts back almost running from the hospital. You turn back to Jack.
"Are you alright?" He asks, you nod your head allowing him to take your hand.
"What do we do?" You ask.
"you've been here all night, go home and get some rest. Hetty you too. Neither of you are any good if you get sick as well." Hetty tries to protest but he shakes his head to her, "Go on, we'll be okay, come back later."
*_*_*_*
"Hold fire!" The Governor shouts as Belle wakes him by dropping. Heavy book onto the desk.
"Gaines has gone mad. People have lost their lives." Your sister tells him.
" No, surely not. I counselled moderation." He rebutes.
"Have you seen what's going on out there?" She asks.
"No, but... Oh, my word, that's lovely." He says taking a sip of congac.
" The hospital is overrun. Beaten by Gaines' men." She interrupts him.
"And I'm sorry you had to see that. The hospital really is no place for a lady. But I bear good news, Excellency." Gaines brushes past Belle. "Your operation has flushed out the notorious Kit Wilderkins."
" Oh, Gaines, that is wonderful news."your father chuckles.
" You ordered this, Father?" You ask storming into the room"
"Gaines is firm, darling, but there's a reason he kept our men alive in Africa."
"No, but he's maiming people. He's killing them." You protest.
" All regrettable incidents. Some were resisting arrest and attacking your men, Governor. I shall pray for their souls. Tell me, does your friend, Dr. Dawkins, ever cause a patient pain?" Gaines turns to you.
" Of course, in trying to help to... " You reply.
"Cure. Yes. And does Dr. Dawkins ever accidentally kill any of these patients?"
" Rarely." Belle interjects.
"And I'm sure he mourns it, as I do. You see, a colony is very much like a body..."
" Yes, I've read Hobbes." You cut him off.
"Then you will know that sometimes we must hurt in order to heal."
"A young man bled to death in the hospital overnight. What of his family?" You say.
"Ah, yes. Very sad. Alfie Wilderkins, only eighteen. Kit Wilderkins was his father. Together they held up the Murchings Bank stage coach last month, and killed three people. Corporal Hartmouth was begging for mercy when they shot him. Hartmouth had two dear little children, Rosie and William." Gaines pretended to feel remorse as he sat in a chair.
"Yes. Look, it's one thing to lose a man in battle, but to crime? It's hard to explain to the widow." The governor says.
"You see, my ladies, sometimes we need to cut a rotten part of the body politic in order to cure the whole." He speaks to you both.
"I know what part of the body politic I'd be removing." Belle bites back.
" Okay, thank you, Captain Gaines." The Governor dismisses his Captain before taking your and Belle's hands in his.
"Darlings... Darlings, I know you disapprove of Gaines and his methods. But I've been asked to turn a penal colony into a society. And I need men like him to make a prison into something better. Now, I'm not asking you to accept everything I do, but I am asking you both to support me and this family." He says.
"we will go back to the hospital and help." Belle says.
"No, we need to rest. Father, you should, perhaps put down your congac and take a good she's look at the people you surround yourself with. Come sister." You take her hand and lead her to the stairs.
"You're giving up?" She asks.
"No, Belle, Jack said we needed to sleep to rest, he sent Hetty away as well. He wants us at our best to help." You explain.
"And what will you do? Hold a few hands and get in the way?" She spat out the words.
You hold onto the emotions that threaten to spill out of your eyes.
*_*_*_*
"Belle, I may not be as smart as you are when it comes to medicine, but I am doing my best."
"You could be doing so much more, instead of wasting all your energy on a boy."
You push past her and storm up to your bedroom.
Three hours later you found yourself unable to sleep so you redressed in a simple cotton outfit, forgoing the hooped crinoline and opting for a smaller petticoat. You sneak back down stairs to the carriage that waited for you at the back of the house. Belle was already sat inside.
"took your time." She smiled. You say nothing, knocking on the carriage to signal the driver. Much to Belle's dismay you give her the cold shoulder all the way to the hospital. Choosing to keep your eyes on the trees going past.
She chased after you into the building when you arrived at the hospital.
"y/n please, I'm sorry." She calls after you. You ignore her finding Jack.
"What'd your father say? When's he going to stop this?" He asks you.
" Yes, I have spoken to my father. There are two sides to this. It's not as clear as..." you say walking through the corridors.
"He's dead. How much clearer could it be?" He almost shouts at you.
You stop and look at him for a moment, "Right, if you're to be like that, Jack..."
"I cannot believe you would give that man's story credence." He said. You turned once more marching god knows where as you spoke.
"I don't give a fig about Gaines, but I do trust my father's word on this."
"You can't agree with their methods?" He asked.
"Obviously not." You answered
" That boy bled to death in front of us."
"I know but, he was a bushranger, who killed one of Father's men."
"So they say."
" He's my father. He's many things, but he's not a liar. He's trying to bring peace to a colony you have to admit is out of control." You stomped through a closed door.
"Did you mean to walk into a cupboard?" Jack almost laughs.
" Obviously not!" You bit your lower lip to keep your emotions from bubbling over. "Gosh. You are incredibly irritating."
"So are you."
"'Cause you won't listen to anyone else's point of view. All I'm saying is it is not clear-cut."
"Look, you either want to be a help here, someone who cares for everybody, no matter how spotty their soul may be, or you are "milady," who gives six of the best to the peasants when we get uppity." He jibs you.
" Uppity? I know you had your past indiscretions, but these were bushrangers who killed three men, one a father." You reply.
" Some people need to thieve in order to eat." Jack sighs.
"And that can lead to death, too." It was getting harder to hold back your tears.
"Have you ever seen anybody dead on the streets from hunger?"
"No!" You agree.
"Have you ever paid for anything you've eaten? Or worn, or lived in?"
"That's a false syllogism." You say turning back toward the cupboard door. Jack runs up behind you.
"Whatever that is, it is not. If you can't see what is happening here, y/n, then you and I have big problems. This puts a wall between us." His arm is across You holding the door shut.
" You climbed it fine when you kissed me in the surgery." You say, a tear escaping down your face. Jack sighs, he knows he has pushed you too far. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.
"let me go, I should, I wish to leave." You whisper.
"Y/n-"
"I wish to leave."
You do not let any tears fall from your eyes until you reached your bedroom. Where you fling yourself upon your bed and cry until exhausted you fall asleep
*_*_*_*
The sound of Fagin's voice wakes you some time later and you tiptoe along behind him. With your arms crossed you wait at the door as he comes shuffling out of your father's office with a large Hessian bag.
"Stealing like a common thief again?" You say when he spots you.
"Yes, well only what was stolen from us in the first place." He raises his hands towards you in submission.
"Fine, take the lot. I no longer care."
"actually we could do with your help you know. Doc is getting your sister for an operation but you, you might be exactly what we need." His smile unnerved and intrigued you.
"Okay, take me there." You agree.
Belle and Dawkins come down the stairs discussing the procedure they are about to do. You pay them no mind as you step into the carriage.
"you're coming?" Jack asks hopeful.
"To help the people, not you." You say turning yourself away from them.
"Sorry about the pissing, Fagin, I just couldn't... Whoa! Hello, Your Majesty." Flashbang spoke when he saw you and Belle.
"Hello." You reply.
"Is this a criminal conspiracy?" Belle asks
"In a manner of speakin', yes."
"If you're going to the hospital, Belle, I'm coming to see Sneedy." Fanny pushes past Flashbang to get in beside Belle, forcing Jack to sit beside you. Fagin plonks himself on the luggage tray at the back and Flashbang hangs onto the side.
Jack glances at you occasionally, you are sure he wants to talk to you but you keep your eyes turned away only replying to Fanny.
At the hospital you follow them all inside. It's agreed that you'll go to the prof and distract him whilst the others got Red's baby out safely. When you were satisfied that he was deep enough into the second bottle you went up to Red's room. Fagin taking your place. Jack stands at the door.
"How is it going?" You ask keeping a distance from the doctor.
"Well I think, I'm not allowed in." He replies.
"Belle is operating alone?"
"she is more than capable."
"Of course she is, Belle would run rings around any trained man." You sit down beside Tim. "Red is strong, she'll be alright." You comfort him.
Jack watches you talk with the man, how he seems instantly at ease with you. All the people in Port Victory did. You held an air of kindness that spread out to those you spoke to. He had to admit to himself that having you here, speaking with the patients and holding their hands eased them. It made the wards feel lighter, as if death was not hanging over their heads. Taking in a long breath Jack turned back to his work opening the door just enough to call in.
" Nearly... I have it now." Belle says from.inside.
"How is it in there? Do you have the head yet?" He called.
"Now, pull up and out." Jack guides her.
" Just one more cut.* Hetty says as they clamp the umbilical chord, " She's out. Come on, Belle."
" Please breathe." Belle encourages the baby with a rub to its chest. The new born cries and everyone sighs with relief.
" Now stitch her, fascia first." Jack reminds her. "Is Red all right?" Tim pushing his way into the room.
"She's breathing steady, Tim." Belle reassures him, handing the now swaddled infant. With them all in the room you chose to stay out, waiting for Gaines to appear.
They managed to sneak the woman and the baby out of the room and secret her away in Jack's room.
Belle is cleaning away her equipment when Jack walks back in.
"We did it. Hetty and I, we kept them both alive." She smiles.
" In time for your father to hang her." Jack snaps back. Belle is about to argue when the door opens and Aputi and Flash bring a large basket into the room. You follow them in as they place the covered body on the bed.
"Well done."
"No! You're body snatching!" Belle rrmarks.
"Pretty standard in our line of work." Jack comments.
" You can't be serious."
"Belle,This is the only way to save her." You say.
" Clearly pregnant. Very good." Jack says before pulling the sheet back, "Clearly not pregnant. This a man." He chastises them.
" Big Kit's all we had in the deadhouse, Dr. Jack." Aputi explained as they left the room.
"This is madness! It can't work! And it's a capital offence!" Belle snapped
" So is killing a mother before she's even put her own child to her breast." You snap back.
"So, what's more important, milady?"
You are the first to hear Gaines approaching and slip out of the room. Jack follows you closing the door behind him.
"Captain," you pretend to feel sadness. "I fear the mother and baby died on the table. How does one bear this sort of loss, Captain?" You put a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving further. "I have never seen it, but perhaps you were right, darkness cannot birth light I suppose." You say. He nods.
"Yes, lady y/n, it is awful when the innocent are tard by the guilty." He pushes your hand away and attempts to step past you.
"You can't go in. Her body's undressed. For shame. And you, a Godly man. Have you no decency?" You pour every bit of heartache you had into the words.
"I need to see the body." He tells you.
" What are you going to do, Captain? Hang her corpse?" You ask.
" Have the Professor bring me the death certificate." The Captain hisses.
"Dr. Dawkins can sign it."
"No! I would find it much more reliable if the Professor signs it." He walks away. Turning yourself round to Jack you look up at him.
"Thank you." He says.
"I didn't do it for you." You drop your eyes to the ground.
"y/n, I-" you shake your head, "I'll see to the patient." He lets you walk away from him, wishing he hadn't.
Knocking on the door you step into the room, Red sat on the small bed by the window.
"How are you?" You ask.
"Better now. You know you are nothing like the rest of your family. There's a little crime in you." Red said with a chuckle, "would you like to hold her?"
You nod and come forward, sitting on the end of the bed. You take the bundle into your arms and rock her.
"She's beautiful." You say a wide smile on your face.
"it's suits you." Tim states.
"What is it, why didn't you follow society? Why ain't you married?" Red asked.
"oh, I.... I'm not well. I wouldn't make a man a widower or a child and orphan." You reply, keeping your eyes on the sleeping baby.
"Sorry." Red whispered. Not long after Fagin arrived and then Jack. At first you wanted to leave but you stayed at Tim's request. Jack poured you all a small glass of Fagin's stolen liqueur.
When at last Belle was done with her cleaning she came up to find you. Not wanting to speak to her you simply walked alongside to the carriage.
At home again you sat in your bed the blankets over knees when Belle and Fanny came giggling into her room. Belle climbed into the bed beside you and Fanny dropped her head to your lap.
"I shared my first kiss." She said looking UK at you.
"With Sneed?" You asked.
" And did you enjoy it?" Belle cuddled closer. "Mixed. At first, it was lovely. But then I think I hurt him rather badly. He was quite angry, actually." She screwed up her face.
"Someone'll sweep you off your feet when you least expect it in the most inconvenient of moments." You say brushing back her hair and stroking her face with the back of your hand.
" I had a thought." She said, flipping herself onto her stomach, "Considering your health, perhaps you and Dr. Dawkins could have a long, happily unconsummated love affair until he walks off, desolate, into the windswept moors..." she all but sings her fantasy, you feel a pang of gult.
"We don't have moors here." Belle reminded her.
"But yes, that is a nice thought." You agree. Your sisters cuddle into you and you all giggle over the day until your mother commands you all to bed.
*_*_*_*_*
Fagin and Dawkins sat at a table in the tavern, Rotty poured them both a drink I to the metal tankards.
"So, our old Cheekybones did well." Fagin grins. "Yeah. She did, didn't she?"
"And her sister, the older one, she is a boone, still, it's not really their world, is it? And you've got to remember, Dodge, theirs isn't yours." He reminded the younger man. Jack played with his cup and turned to the window. His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the nicest sight he had seen in days. Without saying a word to his companion, Jack walked outside.
"Milady. I must warn you I am a little bit drunk. In fact, I am approaching strutting pigeon."
You smile from below your cape, dropping the hood down. Reaching out you take the cup from his hand and swallow down the liquid.
" So am I, now." You smile, "The crime, it's not just for survival. You actually love it." You say.
"The worst parts of me do." Jack admits.
"well, I cannot say I did not enjoy getting one over on Gaines." You admit. Jack laughs.
" It's hopeless, isn't it?" You take a step toward him.
"Oh, yes. We are completely unsuited." He agrees matching your movement.
"We should really never see each other socially." You offer up words you don't believe.
"No, that wouldn't be right." He said moving close enough to slide his hand around your waist. Crashing his lips to yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You spin him round so his back hits the wall.
" Holy hell, we're in trouble." You whisper.
"So much trouble." Jack he replies placing his lips to yours and you feel all your resolve disappearing.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." Jack speaks between kisses.
Everything had changed in that few seconds. Your life would never be the same.
Episode seven
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A Heroic Failure
Yandere Male Super Villain x Gender Neutral Super Hero Reader
(CW: Stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior)
Word count: 460
(I wrote this in like 23 minutes and y’all just know I looooove writing stories with cute misunderstandings so when this popped into my head I just had to make a tiny fic about it, hope everyone enjoys!)
You were a super hero and you had to find the identity of your super villain rival and you had a very strong hunch. You were 99 percent sure of it.
So you snuck into the suspect’s house for proof they were indeed your arch nemesis. You indeed find confirmation that they are the super villain but you find something far more concerning as well.
A shrine to you. Newspaper clippings, photos, merchandise, weird for a villain, but nothing too out of the ordinary for a rabid fan. Maybe he was just obsessed with beating you. But as you look you notice another wall full of things too.
Full of photographs... and not in your hero disguise... pictures of your home, and your pet cat...
He was probably going to assassinate you any day now! But... why did he had your dirty underwear and laundry. Oh god he had been IN your house not just outside it. Your stomach turned, this was far worse than anything you could have imagined. He clearly wanted far more from you than your death.
And that’s when it happened. The light switched on. There he was smiling that psychotic smile of his.
“I thought I’d have to steal you away, I didn’t know you felt the same as I did!” He took a step forward.
“Wh-what? What do you mean?” This villain was obviously deranged.
“There’s no need to deny it! That’s why you broke in right? To get souvenirs from my home??” He smiled unblinking, staring at you with a creepy intensity that made you shiver.
“No! What? That’s crazy, I came here for-” You had taken a step forward as you spook and then heard the sound of air being released, about to physically confront him but you fell forward unconscious. He had learned he could knock you out and disable your powers by doing research on DNA samples and a special gas made from a rare flower.
He had planned to use it to kidnap you and then keep you here, he had it installed in the vents in case you ever tried to escape after he “brought you home.”
But you had come to him willingly, clearly just as in love with him as he was with you. He thought he would have to make you love him but it was just so obvious you already did. Breaking into his home, rummaging through his stuff for some goodies to take, you were just too shy and got embarrassed when you got caught was all.
He picked you up gently and held you blissfully in his strong arms. It’s okay that you were still getting over your shyness and denial, he now had all the time in the world to get you over it.
#yandere villain#yandere villain x reader#yandere villain gender neutral reader#yandere drabble#my oc
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::whispers and muffled giggling outside::
"Shh! Keep quiet."
"Why? It's not like she can hear us."
"I dunno. It's meant to be a surprise, and that kind of translates as needing to be quiet, guess." ::shrug::
"Quit it you two. Just leave the goodies here."
"Do you think the cake will be okay? I mean not everyone can eat cake - health concerns, allergies and stuff."
"It'll be fine. It's the thought that counts. Plus she has family and friends to share with."
"And there are plenty of other snacks in the basket."
"Should we light the candles?"
::halfhearted shove::
"We don't know how long it will be before she finds it, dopey!"
"Leave the candles unlit. No fire hazards in this surprise."
"Did everyone sign the card?"
::nods from all::
"What about the present?"
"Inside the card. Gift certificates for art supplies, beading supplies and yarn store."
"And my recording."
"Gordon, no-one needs to hear you sing the Birthday song in five different languages."
"But, yes, that's in there too."
A very happy birthday to you Nutty!
(I really hope I have the day right!!)
Oh, wow! ::tackle hugs you to the ground::
Yes, it is indeed one day after Gordo's birthday and exactly six months before Virgil's, so it is NUTTY DAY!
I love this! You are so kind to me ::tackle hugs you some more::
And Gordy, bday buddy, you can sing all you like :D
And yes, I read the green lines a few extra times cos they are green :D
::hugs you silly::
Nutty
(inclined to bring on the Virg a little more now I'm finally home and free :D )
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#john tracy#gordon tracy#alan tracy#katblu42#is amazing#and hug squishable#and I'm spoilt
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It Happened One Miami Night (3/?)
Series Premise: A work trip to Miami means finally accepting that some risks are worth taking. Or are they?
Fandom: Choices
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff
Words: 1,430
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A/N: I live! Seriously, though, I've been really sick the last few days; today's the first day I've actually felt like writing. I also don't know where I'm going with this series except for this idea of filling in blanks for moments we didn't see. Pray that I figure it out before I start rambling.
Submission for @choicesaprilchallenge24; dialogue prompt "come on, it'll be fun"
She might have been invited (ordered, more like) under false pretenses, but that didn’t mean she was wasting this opportunity. Still in awe of hearing medical greats in person, Cassie Valentine put her hands together for the chorus of applause that followed Dr. Hadley’s fireside chat.
Ethan Ramsey, the epitome of medical excellence, was Cassie’s ultimate inspiration. Yet, Rebecca Hadley, with her profound knowledge and charisma, was a close second in Cassie’s admiration.
Cassie's eyes darted hopefully towards the front as the room began to clear. Her heart sank at seeing the long queue of Dr. Hadley’s admirers. Disappointment washed over her, but she was determined not to let this opportunity slip away. However, the organizers pulled Dr. Hadley away before she could step forward.
Cassie checked the event schedule on the conference app and figured she had enough time to grab some swag for Elijah before the next session. She still hadn’t heard from Ethan.
No! She wasn’t going to think about him. This time was for her.
Ethan was her attending, that’s it. No, he wasn’t Ethan. He was Dr. Ramsey. Cassie repeated this to herself, a mantra reminding her of her resolution to move on and break the spell he’d cast on her.
She thought this weekend was already proving challenging, recalling their conversation after the Nash debacle. They hadn’t even been to their suite yet or figured out how they were going to spend two nights in close quarters. Would he casually dismiss her from his presence then, too?
Shaking off the anxiety, she entered the exhibit hall and made a beeline for the first table. They gave out branded pens; they were nothing special, but her friend wasn’t picky. Besides, Elijah lost at least two pens daily and would use them all.
With her tote bag bulging, she was halfway down this row when she spied a booth handing out frisbees. She sped up, grabbing the last one as someone reached for it. Cassie turned sideways and found herself in a tug-of-war with another attendee.
“I was here first,” she tugged the plastic disk a little too forcefully.
“Debatable.” The man grinned charmingly before letting go. “But my mother raised a gentleman,” he glanced at her lanyard, “Cassie.”
“Thanks,” she stared at the name tag in her line of sight, “Evan. My compliments to your mother.”
“Wait till I tell her how her lessons on manners led me to my future wife.” The twinkle in his eyes told her he was joking.
“Wow, you’re easy,” Cassie quipped. “Beat a guy at the Swag Olympics, and his true intentions come out.”
His lips twisted in a half smile, and he eyed her tote. “First conference?”
“Is it that obvious?”
Evan laughed. “First-timers always grab too much stuff. Then, you realize you can’t possibly take it home in your carry-on and start throwing out perfectly good swag.”
That made her pause. The space in her luggage was indeed limited. Still, she promised Elijah goodies, and she would deliver them.
“It’ll be okay,” she shrugged, unconcerned.
“I heard Panacea’s giving out briefcases,” Evan said, stepping closer, just at the edge of her personal space. “I was just heading there.”
Cassie caught the unspoken invitation in his voice and the interested look in his eyes as he peered intently at her. She started to decline, not wanting another run-in with Declan Nash, when their phones pinged.
“Oh wow, I don’t believe it,” Evan exclaimed, staring at his phone. “They just added Dr. Ramsey to a panel. It starts in twenty minutes.”
He glanced at her over his phone’s screen, his eyes filled with eager excitement. “He’s amazing. Man, what I’d do to work with him. I tried matching at Edenbrook last year, but their residency is super competitive.”
“I know,” Cassie said quietly, but Evan didn’t hear her as he continued talking.
“…got into Grady, so not a total loss. How about you?”
“Edenbrook. First year, internal medicine.”
Evan’s eyes widened. “Have you met Ramsey, then? What’s he like? Are rounds with him a masterclass in diagnostic excellence?”
Cassie wasn’t sure how to respond. Was she supposed to tell a stranger that she had not only met Ethan but fallen hard for him? That when he focused those laser blue eyes on her, she melted, heat pooling in her belly, fingers itching to touch him everywhere?
Ethan was a complicated man who hid his emotions behind an austere exterior. But when he let his guard down and let her in, she fell through a rabbit hole, knowing her life would never be the same again.
“Rounds with him are intense,” was all Cassie said, keeping her expression neutral.
Ten minutes later, she reluctantly followed Evan into the ballroom where Ethan’s session was taking place. Despite the last-minute announcement, the room was almost full, with just a few empty seats scattered around the room.
“See? I told you the room would be packed early,” he said, scanning the space.
They shoehorned their way to the center of the room, hopping over bags and feet to park themselves on two chairs in a row of theater seating. Cassie almost tripped over the ankles of a woman who wasn’t keen to let them pass, but Evan helped keep her upright.
Cassie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Ethan’s tall figure standing off to the side of the raised dais. He must’ve gone to the suite, for he was now wearing a blazer over the black shirt and gray slacks from this morning.
He hadn’t noticed her, and she doubted he would, given the size of the crowd. Still, she slumped slightly in her seat, practically hiding behind the person seated in the row before her.
“What are you doing tonight?”
She turned to face Evan, her brow raised in confusion.
“A few of us are getting together later,” he explained hurriedly. “It’s nothing fancy—cheap booze, music, dancing on the beach.”
“I don’t know,” she hesitated. “I’m here with my attending. He might need me for work.”
“All night?” Evan asked skeptically. “He doesn’t seriously expect you to be on call all weekend? Give the old man the slip and join us.”
When she still looked doubtful, he insisted, “Come on, it’ll be fun. Give me your number. I’ll text you the details.”
Cassie scoffed. “What makes you think you’ve earned my number?”
“My eternal optimism?”
“Nice try,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m on the conference app. Ping me the deets there. No promises.”
The emcee called the room to attention, and the commotion around them died down, replaced by excited anticipation. He introduced the session topic and speakers, reading a brief bio for each panelist.
Despite her earlier intention, Cassie straightened in her seat, unable to look away as Ethan joined his fellow panelists on the stage. As soon as the applause subsided, the moderator smoothly jumped into the discussion, throwing Ethan the first question.
Sprawled in a deep armchair, he held the microphone close to his lips, punctuating his point with a wave of his hand. He spoke eloquently, captivating everyone in the audience and the panel.
Cassie envied his effortless confidence and hoped that one day, she would be as secure in her abilities as a doctor.
She noticed how relaxed Ethan was now compared to earlier. He was in his element now, and it showed. Unlike the uncertainty of the situation with Naveen, sharing his opinions on managing medical resources during large-scale emergencies was easy.
Evan tried to engage her in conversation, leaning too close for comfort, but she ignored him beyond a quick nod. She hadn’t reflected on this topic before but found the discussion and subject area fascinating.
Cassie thought she knew Ethan’s career well, being his biggest fan and all. But she had no idea he’d volunteered in disaster zones during his residency and fellowship. Was there anything the man hadn’t done in the ten short years since he became a doctor?
And was he just as good in bed as he appeared out of it? The naughty voice broke through her thoughts, making her blush.
Cassie surreptitiously scanned faces around her to make sure no one had noticed her face turning red (or the way her skin flushed from the neck down as her breath hitched). It was damn inconvenient.
Listening to Ethan being, well, Ethan, was clearly turning her on.
So much for her resolution. All Ethan had to do was talk passionately about medicine, and she was ready to kiss his breath away.
The weekend just got a whole lot more complicated.
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"Hi good night or good morning I was just asking if you can do a teen Michael afton with a Jamaican s/o"
( yes am Jamaican and i hope your alright and well :)
TEEN MICHAEL AFTON WITH A JAMAICAN S/O☆
pairing ˖ ݁ ˓ teen michael afton x jamaican!reader drabble + headcanons (both Michael and reader are 18 seniors)
note ⋮sorry if this took long :,) please let me know if any of the following seems disrespectful since I’m not Jamaican, if there is let me know and I’ll fix or take it down, enjoy :D also no bite of 83 here just pure love and Michael just being an idiotic flirtatious teen in love ♡
contains ⋮ fluff, michael is a douchebag but he’s a total flirtatious dorky sweetheart, michael has a mullet, 80s love, pet names, a little tiny bit of spice nothing much
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It all started in early 1984, you were a new student in Hurricane, Utah. A simple girl with a pretty face, minding your own business, doing what you need to do, not a goody two shoes, just a student wanting to get your senior year over with, not expecting excitement until from a certain popular boy changes it all.
Michael tried so hard to not focus since he didn’t want to attach with someone who is new and wants to make them feel like any other nerd.
But he couldn’t because why did you have to be so damn beautiful?
Always looking pretty, being chill, you weren’t to prudy or too rude, you were just a butterfly fluttering around finding sweet nectar.
The way your long locs swayed gracefully as you did P.E, how relaxed you look, being cheerful at times like the world wasn't watching, your warm smile, your dark skin that made him all giddy inside, just YOU. Maybe he’ll cut you some slack and not be asshole just like he did to the other new students.
But that doesn’t mean he won’t mess with you a bit because that’s what he is. A bully
He made his move the next day when you were putting your stuff away in your locker, you turned your head to meet a teen about 18 years old and gave you a smirk with those stupid blue eyes that somehow made your heart flutter, but then you realize it was Michael Afton, the troublesome boy, the bad boy, you looked at him a playful judgmental look at his sudden appearance beside your locker.
“You're the new girl, innit?” he asked, and not in a way to be friendly but to annoy you, you were unbothered since you can do the same, you closed your locker and held your books close you, “Yea? What are you here for? To shove inside my locker as you do to the other kids?” you teased, damn, your voice was attractive as hell, he could just melt in that spot he's standing, his tried to maintain tough in front of you but damn just you existing made him a giddy dork.
Although he didn’t expect you to respond, instead all his cockiness faded, well not all but more than half
“What? No no no, you got it wrong I just...hmph...I, oh shit, you just seem cool and I wanted to introduce myself since you don’t seem nerdy or geeky as the other new students…..” You slowly raised a brow and chuckled a bit, “There’s nothing more cute than seeing a punk get nervous over a girl, how sweet.”
You knew he liked- well had a crush on you- but Michael didn’t like the slow chemistry going on so he followed his instincts and confessed to you about his feelings, you weren’t going to lie, he was attractive and treated you like a queen more than he did with his friends, plus he was really to fun to hang out with and you were indeed catching feelings.
That night, you two were just cuddling in the back of car and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his thumbs softly rubbing your cheek, he so wanted to kiss those plump lips of yours that seem to have pineapple lipgloss but you decided to tease him and kiss him on the cheek instead, payback for the bullying he does towards his little brother and the nerdy freshman.
“Drive me home, pretty boy. I’m tired, it was nice today, thank you.”
Poor boy didn’t get his kiss, karma tho.
Anywho- headcanons!
Sometimes when it’s night time in Friday nights Michael would visit you outside your balcony, just seeing you dance to a childhood reggae song or any other music that you like.
“Nice moves, babydoll.”
Yup, babydoll is the special nickname he has for you.
He came back that night just to get his kiss, you found it silly but still, you couldn't resist it, you so wanted to kiss him back, and damn it sent him to the moon.
The kiss was romantic, slow, and passionate and when I say after that kiss, Michael will buy you loads of lipgloss for those perfectly shaped lips of yours, you just look so darn beautiful in them, he wants to claim you in every shape, way, or form.
He wants to learn how to do your hair and doesn't want to mess it up, if you ever ran out of the shampoo that is needed for your texture he will buy it in a second, need new bonnets? He will buy the finest ones on earth.
If he messes up the slightest on styling your hair he’d cursed himself while you just laugh at him and just teach him the basics.
He LOVES laying between your pillowy thighs, the way the lamp reflects your dark skin is like an image the gods sent him. Double pointers if you play with fluffy mullet while he rests his head between your thighs giving them butterfly kisses.
If you were to sleep over at his house he would lend you an oversize band shirt, he definitely didn't hide your pajamas just so he could get away with seeing you with his shirts.
Anywho
The days you doll yourself up, with cute clothes that fit your curves perfectly, your hair either styled in long locs, braids with beads, or an afro with flower decorations, Michael will do everything in his power to hold you by the waist, a sign to show others your his.
He gets more possessive when the tormentors from his friend group flirt with you, like for instance, Jeremy Fitzgerald (freddy mask) once said-
“You and I will get married one day ;)”
Michael: MARRY MY FIST—
Sorry this silly punk British boy loves you so much, he can’t help it.
But you return your love and reassure his by kissing him all over his face with your plump lips, his grin turns idioticly boyish.
He’d love your parents and how they embrace their culture, your dad having records of popular 60s-70s reggae artists in the living room like Bob Marley and The Wailers, Toots & The Maytals, Horace Andy, etc.
Your mother gave you the idea to invite Michael over for dinner to meet him, and Michael was more than happy because the food tasted like he's got a piece of what heaven is like, the dinner was a Jamaican dish called Fish Escovitch along with fried plantains as a side snack.
William didn't know how to cook for shit, and the poor boy had to eat it because as much as he'd rather starve he knew he couldn't.
But with this food your mother served, he was finally satisfied but had to maintain proper, despite him being a dirtbag that has no shame slamming geeks into the lockers and mercilessly beating them up.
When school was finally over for the summer, you invited him to Jamaica for two weeks of the summer, a town called Falmouth.
And you in your emerald bikini and beach skirt that fitted your dark skin is so beautiful, he always asked himself how he got so lucky to have someone like you, a piece of the heavens sent for him ignoring his aggressive persona of a bully, because, despite all that, the heavens new Michael Afton would treat you like a queen.
It was like you were made of stars instead of atoms.
In the lagoon, at night, Michael would place a Hibiscus flower behind your ear, place you on his lap and kiss your face and run gently his pale fingers onto your wet locs and whisper-
“I love you F/N, only you, and forever be, even in the afterlives, there will be no existence where me and you aren’t together.”
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I'VE FINALLY FINISHED MY QUINN AND TIMM TIMELINE 😎 (it's not as cool as it sounds but it would be rad if you CHECKED IT OUT!!)
Childhood
So *ahem* (🤓) in my little silly headcanon world, Quinn comes from a very academic oriented family. You either study and become successful or you become a failure (just like her sister). And as the 'savior/golden child' of her family, she was very often pressured into becoming as successful and educated as possible, even if it meant she would be surrounded by books and essays all throughout her childhood. (And also she had no friends :( )
As for Timm, he's always had the 'competitive dancer' dream, even as a little kid! But growing up in a relatively less than financially stable environment, he soon realized that maybe his dream career could possibly end in failure (homelessness, broke etc) , and maybe it wasn't worth risking your future for a childish dream. So he tried his best to forget and studied as much as he could, he'd rather settle for a well-paying job that a dream that could totally fail, right? (Also he was totally a theater kid growing up I MEAN COME ON HIS HALLOWEEN COSTUME IN THE GAMES IS LITERALLY ERIK)
Law School Days (awe yeaaa)
(Can you tell I am indeed very consistent with my art, no random anatomy or facial structure changes here!)
Huzzah! We've made it to the time period where they find meet!!
So at this point, Quinn is jaded and studious and stuff, and dislikes talking to anybody (which includes professors/teachers LMAO, she needed to stay on that independent knowledge grind) and by a random coincidence, she happened to have classes with none other than Timm himself, she found him very annoying at first but by the end of her education, she was more than ready to marry him
And Timm is still a huge dork, albeit a very burnt out dork, he studied long and hard to be able to have a well-paying career, and now he's at law school! Surely he'll enjoy a life as a rich lawyer, right? Anyways, he accidentally got a crush on that mean and quiet chick in his classes, so what better way to get with her than to ask her out to any event the school had! For the first few years she'd reject him immediately, but eventually she caved in, and hey! They got married, what a wonderful couple! Hopefully they sta-
POST DIVORCE ERA 🔥🔥🔥
So...uh, what exactly happened?
Quinn woke up around 4 AM (yes really, that's when she always gets up for work), and she expected to find her husband of many years still sleep and she'd had to wake him up. She didn't find him, the left side of the bed was empty with the exception of his wedding ring, a hastily written note that doesn't explain shit, and divorce papers with his signature already on it.
So needless to say, she's still really pissed off about that, and petty too (she renamed Quinn, Timm and Associates to LITERALLY Just Quinn and Associates!!) And she refuses to acknowledge her marriage with Timm (Penny keeps pestering her about it but Quinn just dodges the questions everytime)
And oh boy, Timm, HE REALLY MESSED UP, like yeah, you were miserable with your life as a lawyer and you didn't feel like your true self at all, but you couldn't have waited to get a divorce until Quinn woke up?? And blah blah blah, the events of Papa's Bakeria happen, Cecilia canonically gets the dance studio, leaving Timm to STILL work at the Bakeria (at least until he can actually get money, he left all of his to Quinn as compensation for literally abandoning her 😭😭)
ALSO ALSO!! Super funny little detail I wanted to mention, but when Quinn and Timm were announced as divorced, both of their respective families CELEBRATED (Quinn's parents had what was essentially a birthday party styled divorce celebration, complete with pinatas and goodie bags) (And Timm's family partied like there was no tomorrow) Quinn's family thought Timm was an idiot who wanted to marry Quinn to steal her money, and Timm's family thought Quinn was some mean and cruel woman who was going to isolate Timm away from them (You can tell how upset the families will be when Quimm gets back together 👀)
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Park Jimin as the hot professor who finds his goodie too shoes of a student in a strip club. It's safe to say that the classes after the encounter will be interesting.....
Ahaha! Perfect timing! I just came down with a really bad cold so I've got nothing better to do than to just sit in my reading chair and let my groggy, drugged imagination run wild LOL
This doesn't really make a lot of sense with the grant talk and stuff but IT'S A FANFIC, NONE OF IT IS REAL.
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Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Pairings: College Professor!Jimin x Student!Reader
Warnings: Angst. Sexual content, foul language, 18+
Summary: You had asked your Psych professor for his signature in signing off your volunteer hours. Only a few weeks later, you two are caught at the same club.
Strip club to be exact.
Where you work, to be exact.
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Find part 2 of this - here
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The clock's rotating tick echoes through the hushed, crowded room. Pages flip, textbooks slam, and the sound of pencils scratching against the papers could only be heard. The professor's hands clap, as he explains.
"Let's go over the basics for this class." His hand follows up the path of the beautifully sketched cortex of the brain, showing his students their materials.
"What is this?" He asks, turning his body towards the class. A few laughs and mocks enter, as he keeps his professional stance. He chuckles, shaking his head.
"This is called the brain. Many of you seem to not have one, apparently."
They all 'ooo' at his comment, as the chalk clacks against the blackboard. His hands draw a new image, as a smile tugs your lips. This had been your favorite subject for psychology.
"Mental disorders, such as Anti-social personality disorder and Borderline personality disorder are in the category of.. ?"
The class goes silent. He sighs, flicking his chocolate irises towards you. A smile peaks his expression. "Miss Choi?" You take a stand, making your way to the blackboard as he hands you the little piece of white chalk. You raise the chalk to the board, starting to explain out loud.
"Anti-social Personality Disorder and Borderline personality disorder is in the name. Personality disorders. Therefore, they would be categorized under personality Disorders." You finish filling in the blanks, as you continue.
"Mood personality disorders are far more common. Such as the notorious; Depression. While other disorders such as anxiety and PTSD, would be filed in Anxiety Disorders." You set the chalk down, turning to the class as you noticed some had rolled their eyes.
"Indeed, Miss Choi." He flashes you a smile. He watches as you return to your desk, sneaking a peak at the way your hips sway in your stroll. He clears his throat before continuing.
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The classroom bell rings, signaling for the rest of the bunch to hurry onto their next class for the day. You're quick to rush as well, throwing the ton of your things carelessly into your bag. You hear the clicks of shoes, eyes glancing to catch sight of someone's expensive Dr. Martens.
"Leaving so soon, Miss Choi?" His voice was smooth like skates gliding on ice. The mixture of new-shoe-smell and his orange blossom cologne had almost stopped your senses. You straighten your back, flashing him a smile.
"I've got study group today." He hums, as you watch the sole of his expensive-looking shoes tap on the hardwood. He takes in a deep breath, admiring the peace and quiet. "Well, get home safely." He's about to return to his desk to clean up his workspace, as he turns around, sending you a little smile as he adds;
"Wouldn't want anything happening to my favorite student."
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The beat had boomed through the darkened walls. The red and gold lights stream all around the expensive looking establishment. Your feet stride to the bar, greeting your favorite co-worker. "Well if it isn't miss priss" She comments, sending you a wink. You chuckle, taking a sip from your sparkling water she'd slid to you. "Do you really have to use that name when I'm off the clock?"
She chuckles, flipping the hand towel over her shoulder. "Do you really have to look like the mother mary when you come in here to clock-in?" You giggle, taking another sip from your bubbly water as you shrug. She smiles, sliding over your new outfit. "Kim's changed the theme. Tonight it's mystery and masks." You nod, taking the little pieces of cloth before making your way over to the changing rooms.
You take a step back, admiring the seam work on your expensive looking attire. The golden, sparkling jeweled piece cups the curves of your breasts, blue butterflies clasp in the front to give a little peak to your cleavage. The matching sparkles trail down the front of your torso, meeting to clasp with the golden jeweled undergarments that barely covered anything. You sigh, slipping the final touch on before making your way out of the changing rooms.
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Loud music echoed through the place. Jimin's head turns to the side, looking to find an empty seat. His chocolate irises flick off-beat to the music pounding in the area. A soft female voice calls out, as his head cranes to the sound. "First time?"
He chuckles, nodding softly. She smiles, cleaning the inside of the shot glass. He watches, eyes narrowing on the way her breasts peak out to give him a little taste. His tongue unconciously comes out to lick the pad of his lips. She smirks, sliding the filled glass over his way. "I'm not part of the show, you know." He's quickly pulled from his trance, nodding before bowing slightly. "Sorry.."
She nods, a smirk tugging her lips. "Anybody catch your eye yet? Well, besides me." He takes a look around, watching the women take a spin around the metal and golden hued poles, legs coming out to give hint to everything they hadn't even tried to hide. He internally cringes at the sight. Spinning his chair back around, he shakes his head.
The bartender hums, before a wide smirk paints her darkened features. The red and gold lights bounce off her powdered face. "I've got just the girl."
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His eyes take a second to adjust to the dimmed lighting, as the large framed man had lead him to a narrow hallway before opening the door to a large room. The walls decorated with splashes of reds and golds, with a hint of black to draw some in. "Here?" Jimin asks, as the large man had nodded, before shutting the door. He takes in a deep breath before walking over to sit on the red leather seats. He leans back, legs spreading apart just a bit to seem a little more experienced.
He's never actually been to a strip club you see.
Of course, this might've been obvious already..
He actually had to Wikihow how to act a strip club. Of course he knew the basic rules, but was he allowed to converse with them? No talking? How much would it cost? Even though money hadn't been an issue but still..
He didn't want to upset any of the.. uhh.. dancers.
The price wasn't bad at all. He had no idea what the hell he just paid for though..
This all seems confusing.
Don't worry.
He's just as fucking lost.
The music starts to fade in, a familiar song echoes through the empty room. His eyes trail up, watching as a fit, young looking women had appeared on stage. Her body decorated in revealing gold and black laced jewels, her hips sway to the music beat, as she's now standing right infront of him. He clears his throat, shifting in his seat. His eyes glance up to meet hers, but she's quick to dismiss the contact. Instead, her legs swing over, as she straddles his lap. He swallows the lump in his throat, as her fingers come to toy with the clasps of his white button up, her manicured nails scrape his adam's apple gently. Her body slides down before returning to the pole. The red lipstick that had been plumping her lips had smeared just a bit, giving her a more sultry expression.
He watches the way her legs wrap around the pole, watching as her body gracefully spins around the golden pole. Her soft moves reminded him of someone he knew. The way her head follows the beat of her own rymth, eyes peaking through the golden mask that had hidden her features, adorned with a innocence he felt too familiar with. The bottom of his lip pulls in, biting on the flesh as his mind wanders around her body movements and language. She was excellent at hiding what she had truly been feeling. Yet, he saw something he'd seen too many times before.
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The school bell had rung once more, another day complete. Jimin's eyes lay upon the only body left in his class, as she strides over, settling some papers onto his desk. "Can I help you?" Her smile beams with confidence, as she taps her finger against the papers she'd laid down. "I'd like to apply for being your assistant." He chuckles at her cute expression. It had been filled with so much confidence and determination. "I don't really have a need for a class assistant." She takes a seat in front of him, a pleading look plasters her features.
"Mister Park, I know it's too early in the semester right now, but this is for a very good cause." He leans back, hand coming to run through his blonde locks before questioning her. "Is that so? What's this cause." His fingers come up to quote her urgency. She nods, sliding the papers closer to him.
"The mental institute that I'm applying for is wanting me to have more volenteer hours. I've already tried with the community service department, but they said they only take juveniles."
He hums, pondering her proposition. Her eyes burns his own with passion. He saw how much she wanted this.
"What about your other classes?" She shakes her head. "Miss Lee already had an assistant."
"Aren't you in humanitarians as well?" She nods. "Mister Im was quite upset at the request.." Jimin silently chuckles to himself at her formal language. He sits up in his chair, nodding.
"Alright."
Her face lights up as she watches him skim over the papers. "Really!?" She stands, excitement bursts in her veins. He nods, standing to settle her down.
"You can start today, actually." She nods, her smile being brighter than the sun. He packs the rest of his things, flashing her a quick smile.
"Start by organizing the class's extra supplies." She nods, as her hand reaches out to his.
His hand comes to meet his, watching as her sleeve lifts to reveal a small, magnolia shaped flower wrist tattoo.
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Fuck. Oh fucking shit.
Everything hits him at once. The small tattoo the performer had, had matched Y/n's perfectly. The lump in his throat growing twice in size.
What does he do?
He can't just pause this session and say 'Oh by the way, I'm your psych professor.'
Shit.
If he knows it's her and she's wearing a mask, and he's not..
Does she recognize him??
Her walks strides close to him, her body standing tall between his legs. Her body sinks down, knees resting between the space of his thighs. Fingers trail along the zipper of his trousers before her head rises up to meet his. She watches the way his blonde locks fall to the front of his face, head tilting to the side. She leans up, whispering into his ear softly.
"Are you nervous?" Her voice sounded like smooth honey. One he'd heard too many times before. Usually, just asking if he needed help filing the class's test sheets. He gulps, feeling the way her body turns around, giving him a beautiful view of her backside. Her torso rolls to the beat, hands coming down to hold herself in place as she grinds against his hardening cock. He groans, hands fisting at the sight. His head lulls back, trying to think of himself anywhere but here;
Where his best student is giving him a lap dance.
He couldn't do this.
He's quick to gently push her off, rising to make his way to the exit.
You pause, scoffing.
"What's his problem?"
Your eyes glance down, taking notice of a little ring settled in the crease of the club's leather couch. You reach down, admiring the expensive looking band.
___
He takes in a deep breath before walking into his empty classroom. He smiles at the emptiness, setting down his Prada briefcase. Just as he's about to start writing the lesson down on the board for the day, a voice calls out to him.
"Mister Park!" She smiles, running over to his desk, setting her pink and blue backpack onto his desk. His jaw tightens, ignoring her. She pouts, standing in front of his body.
"Mister Park, I've completed the spreadsheets for this year's schedule." She smiles, taking a few steps back to stand at his side. Explaining her ideas, while he's writing today's lesson on the board.
"I've also come up with a new item list for all the students to follow so they can pass your class with flying colors! Here-" He turns away, checking his sheet of paper summary on his desk before continuing to jot down the lesson. Her eyebrows knit together in questioning.
"Mister Park..? Is something the matter?"
He finally turns to meet her frown features. Body slouched and mimics one like a puppy getting kicked by it's owner. He internally breaks at her pout.
"Miss Choi, this is my class. You have no say in how I run it."
"Yeah but I was thinki-"
"That's the thing! You don't think. You're here to clean up the gum from under the desks, and maybe sharpen a few extra pencils. The only reason I let you be my assistant was because it was for your resume so you could look like a perfect little straight A student." She backs away, a hurt expression paints her features.
"I- I was just trying to help.." He scoffs, pointing at her desk.
"Take your seat, Miss Choi."
___
You knew you shouldn't have gotten too friendly with your professor. You just thought that he'd be a lot less stressed if he had a schedule for his classes. A few new pencils in line, and an organizer you'd bought him for secret santa a few months ago before winter break. You'd been in this class for almost two years, and he'd always been so kind and friendly towards you. You thought that returning those gestures would be the right thing to do.
Apparently, he actually hated you.
Your eyes screw at his words, the feeling in your chest tightening, remembering his cold tone.
'Little straight A student..'
You sigh, slamming your laptop shut. You couldn't get his harsh tone out of your head.
___
Jimin lets out a deep breath, pinching the space between the bridge of his nose in frustration. Maybe he'd been a little too harsh on you. You'd just been trying to help.,
Hell, maybe you didn't even recognize him that night.
He groans, plopping down onto the comfort of his bed, a hand coming to shield the light from his eyes. The room had gone quiet, as his mind gripes at him for ever saying those harsh things to you. The more he replayed the scene in his head, the more of a dick he felt like. He sighs, sitting up, reaching over to grab at the TV remote. Once he's settled in, he flips through the daytime channels that had been playing some stupid rom or sit coms. Just as his eyes were about to lull asleep, the ding from his phone jolts his body awake.
___
His leg eagerly taps against the marbled floor's flat. His eyes flicker around the restaurant, as he takes in a few deep breaths. The moment he'd gotten that text a few hours ago, he'd been nothing but a nervous wreak. He'd gotten a random text from an unknown number, asking for him to meet up at a nearby place to give his ring back.
Stupid fucking idea to have your name emblemed on his ring.
He mentally groans at the thought, taking another sip from his drink. The ding of the restaurant makes his heart drop, as his eyes set on you. Your mini-skirt that revealed your tight-covered legs had made him more drunk than fifteen beers ever could. Your black turtleneck had wrapped around your neck, a golden, small necklace decorated your neck gracefully. You're quick to take a glance around, before stopping on him. You smile, making your way over to his table. You slide in the booth, flashing him a professional smile.
"I assume you're aware of why I asked you here." He tries to keep the atmosphere light and short. He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. She smiles, straightening her back. "You seem to be in a better mood." She comments, as the waitress takes her order.
"I was feeling a little sick this morning." He watches the way her eyebrows knit together in concern, hands coming to clasp on the table. "Are you feeling better?" He nods.
"I went home to take a quick nap, but then you texted. How'd you even get my number, by the way?" She smiles, leaning down to quiet her voice. "That's a secret, Park." He chuckles at her cute expression. Your light rosy cheeks and lips had been stained by the winter's harsh blows. The tip of your nose had resembled Rudolph's. That made him melt inside faster than Olaf.
"So." She starts once more, sliding a small folder over the table top. He takes a silent gulp.
"This was what I was trying to explain earlier this morning. This schedule has everything for this semester. You've always complained of struggling with organization, so I thought this might better with that. It contains contexts, a glossary, an index, cards, empty spaces for students to write their own thoughts, a feedback page so students can also make any comments about how well they're understanding the materials. What would need to be improved about it, and what you could do to possibly help them through the semester so they can do more than just just skim by."
He'd been all ears with your suggestions, until from the corner of his eyes, a familiar gold and black band wrapped around her index finger. He pauses, taking notice of the diamond placed right in the center of the ring.
His ring.
"So, what do you think?" He's pulled out of his thoughts by your voice. His throat clears as he takes a few glances around. You frown, leaning closer.
"You can just say you hate it, you know. No reason to avoid me.." He shakes his head, eyes glancing back to you.
"No, I'm not ignoring you, Y/n." You chuckle at his words.
"Loosing formalities, Mister Park?"
He chuckles, trying to hide the nervous tone in his voice. You watch as his eyes take a glance to your hand.
"That's a nice ring." You nod, trying to be non-chalant about the story as possible.
"Yep, got it from work. Someone left it in one of the booths.."
"I thought you said you worked at an animal shelter." Your eyes go wide at the realization.
Fuck.
"I.. quit a while back. I work in a restaurant outside of town now." He hums, taking a sip from his glass. "You don't think it's owner is missing it?"
You shake your head. "Like I said. No lost and found, so my boss says we can keep anything we find." You watch as he raises as eyebrow. "That's odd. I used to work as a waiter as well, but we never got to keep anything we found. Seems like rules more fit for a club of some sorts." You choke on your water, turning away as to not cough in his face.
He chuckles, setting his drink down to hand you a napkin. "Like a golf club of some sorts." You laugh along, trying to cover the absolute terrified tone in your voice.
"You.. caught me. Hah.." You chuckle nervously. He smiles, taking a bite of his salad before continuing.
"Funny, Y/n. There's not a golf club around here for miles."
You pause, trying to think of an excuse. "My.. father owns one. We go every Saturday." You watch as he raises an eyebrow. "Your dad makes you work at his golf club?" You nod.
"Well- I volunteer. Been doing it since I was 14." He nods, downing the rest of his glass.
"Does the ring have any writing? You might be able to return it to it's owner. Who knows," He takes a look at your folder, continuing.
"Might even get something bigger in return."
___
You sigh, spinning the circular golden jewelry piece around your index finger. His words ring in your mind, as guilt sets in. Even though it had been fair game, you still felt bad for taking the ring. It's not like you were going to sell it on the market or anything. You'd really loved the designs, especially the clear diamond set in the middle. It had reminded you of flowers for some reason. You loved it..
But it wasn't yours.
So now here you were, sitting at the bar, waiting for your brain to make a decision. On one hand, you knew how important something can be to someone, and how it must feel horrible to loose such a precious item. On the other, you knew the ton of the men that come in and out of the club had been filthy rich, and probably could buy a million of these silly rings.
Taking in a deep breath, you spin around to scan the club. You tried to remember what the man had been wearing. Something of a white button up and black trousers.
Well this won't be difficult at all.
You make your way around the club for a few hours, pushing past the crowded groups of horndogs and co-workers who are giving lazy lap dances. After a while passes, you groan, taking a seat away from all of the crowded groups. You sigh, toying with the little golden and black band that wraps around your finger. The diamond shines through the dark atmosphere, glimmering even in the darkest of places of the club. Your eyes catch on a pair of black shoes stand right in front of you. Your eyes glance up, noticing the same sandy blonde hair illuminating more than the red lights. His hand reaches out, face being concealed with aid from the dark area.
"Care to dance?"
Honestly, you denied.
At first.
Hey man, listen.
... *insert cricket noises here*
Okay there was nothing to explain it.
You just wanted to have some fun, okay? You're off the clock anwyays. What's a little dance?
His hands come to gently trail up your sides, as your hips sway side to side along with the deep beat of the music. His lips come to tease the skin of your ear, as you felt his large arms wrap around your torso. Your body had been perfectly slotted between his chest and forearms, as he guides you through the songs. You felt high. You'd only ever watched from above, seeing all the crazy people going at it on the dance floor. You'd always scoffed at it, wondering why people just couldn't keep it in their pants but now..
Now you knew.
"So what brought you here?" His voice is drowned a bit by the blaring music. Yet, you can still make out what he says. You tilt your head, giving him more access to the side of your neck, yet; he doesn't go for it.
"I'm here with a few friends." You're quick to lie, reaching back to try and guide his lips to your neck. Yet, he stays right where he is. It felt more like a loving embrace than a quick grind on the floor.
"Friends abandoned you I'm guessing?" You nod, turning around in his arms, but he keeps you still. Something about this felt off.
"Who brought you?" You question, pressing your ass into his crotch. His hips move away, as you groan at his deny. He chuckles, a hand coming up to pet the crown of your hair gently.
"Myself."
You really weren't in a loving mood right now. You wanted to get fucked, and that's it. Yet, this asshole had the decency to keep his hands to himself.
Little fucker.
"So why are you here?" You ask, reaching back behind to palm over his crotch. Yet, he's as soft as a pillow. His hand takes your wrist, as he chuckles against your ear, guiding your hand up to cup his jaw.
"Why so many questions?" He smiles, twirling you softly before pulling you back into his arms. You scoff at the move. You pull away, as he lets you go.
"You came to a club to spin a girl around?"
He shrugs. "Would you rather me be a creep?"
"I'd rather you act like a normal person in a strip club." He raises an eyebrow at the comment. "How I'm acting should be the normal for any guy." You roll your eyes, walking away. He chuckles, following in your steps. You huff, spinning back around to face him.
"Listen man, this isn't the ninth-grade school dance. Either fuck me or go find a virgin mary to creep to." His eyes roll at your comment, as he folds his arms across his chest.
"So you'd rather have an asshole fuck you in the dirty alleyway of this club for maybe, what? A few minutes at most, than to have a real man take care of you like how it should be?"
You groan out, pushing at his chest a bit as you let out all of your frustration.
"I don't need a gentleman, I need a good fucking. And your little goodie two shoes self ain't what I'm looking for." He chuckles at the name.
"Thought you'd have the most experience with being a 'goodie two shoes', Y/n."
You're quick to back away, but stand nowhere near as strong as he had. His arm comes out to catch your wrist, pulling you back into his sight of vision. Your eyes flash up to meet his, the professional aura had slipped with each passing second. The internal clock inside your head telling you to hurry up was ticking with cold blood.
A smirk plasters his face, as he takes a look around the place. "So this is your father's golf club?" Your throat goes dry at his sentence.
"Obviously not.."
He chuckles, nudging your body forward before letting you go. His eyes take a glance back down to your hand, admiring the ring decorating your left index.
"Got a reason for my ring being on your hand?"
"Obviously I didn't know that it was your ring.." Your face lights up with idea to turn the tables. Your arms cross over your chest, finally finding your confidence his aura had drained of you. "Got any reason for being at a strip club?"
"I was just about to ask you the same thing."
Even though the music was blasting louder than a rock concert, the silence between you two had been deadly. His eyes matched the same, fierce and confident look you'd been trying to give off.
"You grinded with one of your students." He chuckles at the accusation.
"Actually, I danced. You were the one trying to grab my dick, were you not?" Your mouth screws at that.
Fuck.
He was right.
"Well you were the one to ask."
"didn't recognize you at first." He bites back.
"At first?" Hah. You've caught him.
His smirk screws tight on his face, the red and black strobes illuminate his aura even more. "I didn't want to be rude."
"So you knew that I was one of your students? Yet, you still asked me to dance."
"To dance. Once again, you were the one trying to implement more."
You huff, tightening your arms in frustration. "Because I didn't think my professor would be at a strip club!"
He chuckles, voice lowering to a deep tone. "You don't think I have needs?" Your heart drops to your stomach. His smirk only urks him on even more. He leans forward, leaning against the bar's surface, sporting a relaxed position.
"Wants?"
His lips brush past your cheek, tickling the shell of your ear as you hear the husk in his tone.
"Desires?"
You shake your head, pushing him away quickly. "Well if you knew it was me, why'd you continue?"
He chuckles, tilting his head to ask the bartender -your best friend- for whiskey sour. His head cranes back to you, smirking. She could obviously sense the tension between the two of you, but she had her own problems to deal with right now.
His finger lifts, pointing around the room before contuining; "Does it look like we're at school right now?"
You scoff. "You're a pervert."
"Oh really? How so? I was just here, wanting to take a beautiful woman dancing, and she kept trying to grope me like a drunkie." He takes a sip from his glass, before settling it back down on the bar.
"If anything my dear, you're the pervert."
He chuckles, taking the extra lemon between his lips, watching as you swallow at the action.
"I mean really, who's that desperate for a fucking that they just go at it with the first guy they see? That's how you get kidnaped." He shakes the lemon, acting as if he's giving you a lesson in morals.
"For a psych major, Miss Choi, you're not very smart." Your hands fist at your sides. His pride swells a little too much in his chest.
"Why are you acting like such an asshole!?" His eyes flick to yours, scoffing.
"Why are you acting like such a brat?" You uncross your arms to hit his side. He's quick to catch your throw, eyes baring into yours.
"Not very professional of you, Y/n. What would the club think of their employee hitting a customer?"
Your eyes blow wide. You can see his cocky smile from miles away. He takes another sip, watching as your forehead peaks a little vein at the top, your face completely red.
"If you tell anyone I'll-"
"You'll what, Miss Choi? I'm the only psych professor on campus, and no other college will accept you so late into this semester." Your teeth grind at his words.
"You're stuck with me, My dear."
"Fuck. You."
He sucks in a breath, before laughing at your anger. "Seems like that was your plan, wasn't?"
You sigh, giving up. You had to suck it up to this asshole, at least for the remainder of the year. Your eyes shift from fierce and vexed, to soft and calm.
At least you tried to give that off.
He takes notice, laughing at the quick change. "Are you seriously worried THAT much about me telling someone?" His demeanor switches to one that mirrors yours as well.
"Who would I tell, huh? I've got no grudge against you, Y/n. You're my best student." You take in a deep breath, kind of agreeing silently to his words. He pats the barstool parallel to his, motioning for you to join him. You take a seat, sipping on the sparkling water you'd ordered previously.
"It's just.. I don't come from a rich background like the other students on campus. There only reason I got in was because of my GPA and SAT scores that were through the roof. I had a three-thousand dollar grant along with the hope scholarship but.." You laugh at the reasoning for your job.
"But?" He questions, leaning in to give you his full attention.
You lift the can to your lips, taking a swig before continuing. "Tuition was fucking expensive.. I can't afford things like-" You take a glance down before motioning to his black suede Louis Vuitton suit.
"that."
He glances down, chuckling at your pout. "I have noticed your style to be a bit.. diverse than the other students."
Your eyes roll in your head at his choice of words. Of course your walmart plaid skirt and clearance section white button up from the men's department you tailored yourself was unusual. It didn't look like the other students Armani and Gucci outfits..
"Thanks for that." You laugh sarcastically. He taps on the counter as Milana sends him another whiskey sour quickly.
"Do you really have a passion for this?" He motions for you to take a glance around, watching as your co-workers dance on the laps of men who looked like they could already be considered for retirement settlements.
"Oh of course. I just live for twearking on old geizers laps for a few bucks. Who fucking wouldn't." Your hand reaches out to ask Milana for another bubbly water but she hands you a shot glass instead.
"Trust me girly, you look like you need it." She pours the dark, syrupy liquid into your glass as your hand hesitates to pick it up.
"Well did you run out of time for applying for more grants?" He questions, watching your hesitation towards your drink.
"No. When I tried applying for the five-hundred grant, they denied."
His eyebrow raises at this. "Well, how many did you apply for?"
Your voice goes silent. He takes that as a challenge to question it.
"Ten?"
You shake your head. He continues.
"Twenty?"
You take in a breath, laying your chin on the bar's surface. "Try.. fourty-two?"
His eyes widen like cartoons at that. "Fourty-two grants?! Holy shit- You must have the money for sure now though, right?"
You shake your head. "Have to live on campus for at-least two years, remember? That's an extra eleven-thousand I didn't have."
He scoffs, getting annoyed by your situation as well. His eyes soften, laying his head down to match your own. "I didn't know it had costed you this much, Y/n."
You nod, straightening your back before shaking your head. "No matter. It's just life, you know? Gotta do the shitty stuff to make your future bright.. or whatever the fucking board says." He chuckles, before nodding in agreeance.
"You know if you were to ask, you'd been doing such an amazing job at being my assistant, I would've paid you for it." You let out a short laugh, shaking your head.
"Wouldn't be considered volunteer work then, would it?" He sighs, nodding. "You're right."
He takes another sip from his refill, teasing the cherry stem between his teeth. "There's has to be a better way than just being these asshole's wet dream."
You shrug. "It's not really something my professor should be worrying about anyways."
He takes in a deep breath, glancing around the room before an idea pops into his mind.
"I can just write it off as volunteer work. You only need my signature as confirmation, right?" You nod at his question.
"Wouldn't they be suspicious of it?"
"They've got too many things on their plates than worrying if a teacher is paying his student to help out in his classroom."
Your voice lowers, only really wanting the idea to be heard by you.
"Sounds like the beginning of a porno.."
He however, is quick to catch on, chuckling.
"dirty way to put it, I would say." Your cheeks go red at his tone. His eyes glance up to yours, lips wrapped around the edge of his glass, giving you a teasing 'what?' look.
He sets his glass down, holding his hand out to reach yours.
"So, deal?"
You extend your to meet his, giving a firm shake.
"Deal."
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Taking in a breath, his smile radiates confidence and joy as he walks through the halls of the corridor where his classroom is. Students crowd around the halls, splitting down the middle as he makes his way through.
He greets them all with smiles and hellos before reaching his classroom. He takes his keys out to unlock the door, walking in, his eyes set upon your little figure fitting up under the empty space of his desk. He chuckles to himself, walking over to set hi briefcase on top. He bends down, tilting his head at your knelt position.
"Cleaning included?"
"Ow!"
You're quick to jump, which makes your head bump on the desk's underside. You whine, scooting out from up under before rising to meet his level. "A screw was loose under here. I thought I could tighten it with my hand." A greasy smile spreads his face.
"Now that sounds like the beginning of a porno."
You scoff, turning your body away to place the stacks of paper in front of him. He glances down with a confused look.
"These are the index and glossary portions of the guides I talked to about at the resturant." He nods, flipping quickly through the pages before taking a look up to meet your eyes.
"Very.. thick." He awnsers, scanning over bits of the papers. Leaning back in his chair, his legs spread wide a bit, carding a hand through his blonde locks. "Did you have breakfast?"
He watches as your eyes glance down quickly to his lap before switching back up to meet his own. Your cheek sinks in a bit at his physic as you shake your head.
"I don't usually eat breakfast."
He hums, leaning up to push his metal bento box to your side of his desk. You shake your head in denial.
"Come on, breakfast is the most important meal. Here," He sits up, extending his arm to hand you his sterile chopsticks. His eyes narrow in annoyance at your stubborness. He leans forward, picking up a small bite of rice and spam before holding it up to your mouth. "Eat."
"I'm not hungry."
He scoffs lightly, scooting his chair closer to yours. "Bite."
"I said I'm not hungry-"
"Open."
It took you a few minutes to realize his knee was slotted between yours, body propped up, barely being a few inches from yours. He's sat on the edge of his chair, as you take notice in how large he actually was compared to you.
"I-..I'm not hungry.."
"Did I ask?"
You're quiet.
He takes it as a notion to edge you on even more. "It's not polite to ignore your superior, Miss Choi. Once again; did I ask?"
Your throat dries at his words. He's seemed to keep his professional tone, yet there's something else lurking behind it's superiority.
"N.. No."
"Then open."
Your mouth slowly falls wide just before the bell starts to ring, as students start flooding classrooms. You're quick to rise from the chair, returning to your desk. Jimin sighs, closing the lid on his bento box before standing to write the lesson of the day.
___
Your stomach starts grumbling quickly as soon as class had started. Students starting pouring in like fish as the seats had been quickly filled. You groan silently, hand holding your stomach in agony. Usually, you'd be fine right now. But ever since you got a whiff of his ham and rice meal, your stomach could not shut up about it. Your vision had even started going wonky only a few minutes in.
"Young-il's mother has been suffering from hysteria, paranoid ideation, and hallucinations. Which of these could Young-il's mother be diagnosed with?" His voice is drowned out by your gurgling stomach. Your eyes wince in pain, tapping your leg on the floor as a vice to gain some relief.
"Miss Choi?"
Fuck you were hungry.
"Miss Choi?"
If only you had taken that damn bite when he offered!
"Miss Choi.. ?"
"Fuck!" You whine, watching as all of the student's attention flashes straight to you.
Oh shit..
"Are you feeling alright, Miss Choi?" Your eyes glance up, as he watches you wince in pain. He notices your hand clenching your stomach.
"U-huh." Your eyes switch to the board, squinting to try and figure out what the fuck he was explaining.
"Uhm- I think his mother's diagnosis would be stimulant p-psychosis." He nods hesitantly before returning to his board.
"Correct. The usual symptoms for stimulant psychosis are paranoia, disorganized thinking, hysteria, hallucinations, and many more. Very good, Miss Choi." You nod silently, patiently waiting for the bell to ring so you can get some food in your stomach.
Having prayers anwsered, the bell comes quickly after as the students clear out as quickly as they had flooded in. You stand up in a hurry, packing your thinks before making your way towards the exit. His voice catches your attention before you're able to leave.
"Are you alright? You look a little pale-" You turn around, nodding.
"Lunch time." You hurry towards the door before turning around. "Are you not coming?"
He shakes his head, motioning to his bento box. "Cafeteria's too loud a lot of the times. I just sit in here and grade papers." You nod before rushing to the lunch room.
He chuckles, watching as you run for the exit, taking a bite of his lunch.
_____
"Thank you." You bow before taking your tray of goodies, quickly making your way back to class. After you had a few bites of the rice, you felt a lot better. Your hand reaches for the knob, before you heard a giggle coming from inside of his classroom. You move away from the glass so that you're not seen.
"I just wanted to thank you for last night. Those papers never would've been graded on time if it wasn't for you, Jimin."
"No problem. I had a little extra time on my hands anyways." Your eyes peak through the glass, gasping silently, watching the way the woman's legs swing back and forth on the front of his desk. Her hand reaching down to tug at his loose button up, manicured nails trailing along the prominent line of his jaw.
"You know, I've always loved pyschology as well." His eyebrow quirks, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "Really? You seemed more like a sorority type of girl." She smiles, flashing her pearly white teeth, brushing his shoulder. "Ah, you're so funny! So what, am I like a sexy cheerleader or something?"
He thinks for a second before replying. "No, more like the girl from Legally Blonde." She straightens at the comment. "Oh, so the sexy lawyer?"
He shakes his head. "Nope, just look like you belong in a sorority. You know, with all the glitter and stuff." She chuckles before pulling on his collar to straddle his lap. Her hands drape down to grab at his, to steady her by the waist.
His eyes widen at the sudden move, eyes flicking to the classroom door. "Uhm Miss Kim I don't think is a good ti-"
Her finger comes to press against his lips as her head lowers down to his waist. "Think of it as a 'thank you'. You know, for helping me with the papers?"
He clears his throat, as his body goes stiff at her touch.
"It's lunch period right now and I have another set of students to te- oh fuck.." His hands grip the arm rests, head lulling back as her lips wrap around the tip of his cock. She moans, coiling her hand around the rest of his length before moving it up and down.
His hand comes to tug at her loose bun, carding through her black locks. His head falls back against his chair, mouth parting to let a certain name slip from his lips.
"Fuck.. Y/n.."
Miss Kim's too deep into her own thoughts to notice the slip up.
"Mmm how dirty of you, Jimin. Getting blown in your classroom.. what if a student was to walk i-"
At that, your body flies forward, the door slamming open as your figure hits the floor. Your lunch tray spilling all over the cold flat as the two stumble to fix their clothes.
"Oh fuck!" He yelps, pushing the teacher off to fix himself. Your jaw drops at the scene.
"I..I-" You're frozen in a pile of cold wheat noodles, kimchi and rice. Miss Kim is quick to adjust herself before trying to shoo you out. Mister Park just sits there with eyes just as wide as yours.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Get out!" She yells, stomping her expensive high heel on the floor.
You stutter, trying to pick up your things as your mumble a string of sorries.
Once you've got to you're feet, you rush out slamming into a few people on the way.
____
The following few days were a nightmare. You'd been extremely silent, and honestly? Jimin didn't blame you.
You watched your professor get blown by another teacher.
He groans stuffing his face into the palms of his hands, wanting to crawl in a hole and die.
He watches from his desk as you bend down to scrape the last bits of gum from up under the tables. He'd been pretending to grade more papers for the last hour and he had enough. He quickly stands, packing the rest of his things into the pockets of his briefcase.
___
Once he's gone, you bang your head onto the floor, not caring if it was goin to leave marks in the morning.
Stupid.
Fucking
Stupid.
You groan, standing to finish the rest of your duties. You're just about finished wiping down his desk before your hip bumps into the corner.
"Fuck.." You whine, rubbing at the raw skin before taking notice of the little crack that had appeared. Your eyes squint some more, seeing a little shiny thing hidden away from sight. Looking around the room for any witnesses, you let curiosity get the better of you.
Your hand wraps around the metal handle, popping the drawer open easily.
"Y/n?" You jump from your spot, quickly shutting the drawer to back away from his desk. Your eyes flash up, seeing his large frame sling his briefcase onto his shoulder. A concerned look paints his expression. "Why were you in my desk?"
"I- Uh.." Your eyes trail around, trying to find anything to back up your story.
Truth is, you didn't even know why you were going through his drawers.
You'd never been one to snoop around other people's belongings..
His arms cross his chest, eyebrow quirking at your stuttering self. "You..?"
Think, Y/n!
"I was looking for a pen!"
He quirks, walking over to his desk to shake the pen cup in the corner. "You were saying?"
Your hands comes to clasp in the front, head bowing from shame as you avoid eye contact.
"I.. don't know why I was going through your things.."
He hums, leaning down to catch your eyes, bringing your gaze to follow his back up. "You don't know why you invaded my privacy?"
You huff, biting the inside of your cheek from frustration. "It was her fault! She should've locked the fucking door at least!" His eyes widen at your tone. "You mean Miss Kim?"
You nod, not even realizing that's why you were snooping in the first place.
"That doesn't explain why you're going through my stuff, Y/n." Your hands clench into balls at the thought. "I don't know, okay!? I hit my fucking side on your damn desk and it popped open! When I tried to go and fix it, it opened even more and I saw-" You stop, not really remembering what you had seen.
Until some remembered what was next to his desk.
"You saw... ?"
"I saw my papers." Your eyes glance up to his, your blood starting to boil. "I saw my papers.. in your trash can."
He quickly leans over, seeing your once neatly folded and organized ideas for the classroom thrown carelessly into garbage. His eyes widen, reaching down to pull the folders out. His eyes take a quick glance back to you before continuing. "I didn't throw these away, Y/n. You remember when I said how much I loved your ideas."
Your head shakes, tears starting to well in your eyes. You worked for hours on end trying to perfect those. You wanted to do good in his class, and maybe he'd even give you some extra credit points for having such a high work ethic.
"You never said how much you loved them.."
"What? Of course I did."
You sniff, drying your cheek with the puff of your sleeve. "In the restaurant.. Before class.. You kept changing the topic." He shakes his head, trying to catch your gaze once more.
"Y/n, I loved your ideas."
Your cheeks flush red, finally looking into his eyes. Yours, being glassy and watery. "Why did you keep avoiding them, then?"
He reaches over, handing you a tissue. "They're thick folders, Y/n. I've had three classes today, I just haven't had the time." You wince from his words, replying.
"I gave them to you over a week ago.."
His eyes widen, mouth dropping to the floor as he tries to find something to stop your crying. "Y/n- I- I'm sorry.."
Your face burns as your voice amplifies. "I worked forever on those! The estimated reading time was only about an hour!"
He chuckles. "Estimated reading time? I didn't know you put so much effort into them-"
"Of course I did! I wanted you to be proud of me!" That makes him pause. His hands suddenly felt heavy, as everything in the room had felt like it was more noticable than before.
"Y.. You wanted me to be proud of you?" He watches as you sniff, teary and glassy eyes delve into his. His voice felt faded and nearly gone. He searched for any words, but nothing came to mouth.
You take a deep breath, wiping the rest of your tears away before finishing. "Guess it doesn't matter anymore."
You reach down, slinging your backpack over your shoulder about to make your way to the door before his wrist catches yours, pulling you into his chest. Arms coiled tightly around your frame, as his chin rested atop of your head.
"I am proud of you, Y/n. You're my favorite student, you know that." You half-heartly laugh at his words. Eyes glancing up to meet his.
"Do I? You seemed pretty occupied with Eun-ji."
His eyes bare into yours. "You mean Miss Kim?" He chuckles, loosening his grip on you. "She's your superior, Y/n. We don't use informal with teachers."
Your arms reach around to clasp his waist, pulling your body flushed against his. "Really? What will happen if I do, Jimin."
His throat swallow a large gulp at your words. Your grip doesn't faulter on his body.
"Y/n I don't thi-"
"No. Don't you fucking tell me about formalities when you're supposed to be calling me by my last name as well." He's frozen.
Because you're right.
He's let it slip one too many times.
Fuck.
He watches your frown slip into more of a smile-smirk at his silence. "Teachers don't pay their students. Teachers don't hug their students. And teacher for sure don't moan their student's name. Do they?"
Your grip loosens to snag his tie, pulling his body closer to yours. He groans as you rub your thigh against the tent of his suit pants.
"Fuck.." He chuckles, running a hand through his hair before giving you a smirk. "You were watching me?"
You lean back, planting your ass on the flat of his desk, pulling him between the space of your thighs, guiding him like a puppy by his tie. "How could I not? You could practically hear her from the other side of campus."
His hands comes to caress your waist, leaning his head further down to meet your level. "How dirty of you."
"Mmm, taking dirty talk from her?" You bite back, watching as his jaw tightens at the catch. His head lowers, nose brushing the side of your neck, inhaling your flowery scent.
"Don't like it?" He quirks, leaning back a bit to watch your expression darken.
"I want you to use your own words."
A smirk tugs the corner of his lips.
"Alright."
His hand comes to trail and back of your spine before reaching inside to quickly pop your bra apart. You gasp at the sudden movement, his hand coming to kneed your outer thigh. His breath trails along your cheek, brushing the shell of your ear.
"On one hand, I want to stay true to my promise and take you on a date, eat out at a nice restaurant, and take you back to your place like the gentleman I am."
You scoff, caressing the side of his cheek, whispering. "And the other hand?"
His voice lowers to where not even an echo can pick it up. "I want to put you in your place for ever using informalities with me."
You smirk, rubbing the inside of your thigh against his outer thigh. "So I'm not allowed to use your name?"
He chuckles, pressing you further into the surface of his desk, whispering into your ear. "Only when you're moaning it."
"Fucking fine by me." A light slap to your out thigh makes you jump. "Another thing. It's not very ladylike of you to curse like that, now is it?"
"Oh? So you don't want, Oh Jimin! Oh fuck, Jimin! Oh my God." Your faked moans make a little deep growl emit from his chest.
"Brat."
Your tongue comes out to lick at your lips, sucking on your bottom one. "Yes?~"
He chuckles at that, shaking his head. "Dirty girl. Was this your little plan all along?"
You shrug, innocent look peaks your expression. "Maybe, maybe not."
"Volenteer service?"
"Oh, that's real. I've got 82 hours left."
He hums, watching as your eyes flash a little with your cute demeanor once more. "And the money situation?"
"Broke as shattered glass."
He chuckles at the joke. "Cute."
You pout, wrapping your legs around his waist tighter. "Not sexy, stunning, gorgeous?"
He shakes his head. "More than appearance, my dear. Body language?"
You scoff, loosening your grip from his neck. "Yeah? What does my body language say?"
He quicks a smirk before tugging on your white button up collar, face flush to his. "Needy."
You whine, hips unconsciously grinding up against his own. He chuckles at the motion.
"Submissive."
His hand comes to trail along the skin of your neck, using his other hand to support your back.
"Aroused."
You whine out, pulling at his neck to bring your body closer to his. -if that was even fucking possible-
"You take too long."
He laughs, watching you fidget in his arms. "And you're too impatient."
"You know, I think Eun-ji tried doming you." He chuckles, pulling you up with his body a bit to get more comfortable.
"Still naughty of you to be watching."
You shrug, contuingng. "Just saying. I think she was like a domnatrix or something." His eyes roll playfully.
"Why? Jealous?"
"Of you? hell yeah. I mean she's pretty hot teacher, not gonna lie. I mean I'm sure some of the other students have thought the same-"
He scoffs, pulling away. "Then go fuck her."
You pout, playing with the fabric of his tie. "I'm not gay, dude."
His eyes narrow, gripping your wrists to pin on each side of you. "Call me dude again and I'll make your ass redder than santa's fucking sleigh."
You smirk, wrapping your arms back around his neck to catch his anger. "Oh so it's fine for you to cuss? Yeah, cause that's fair."
"I'm older."
"Psh, by a few years."
"six years."
your eyes roll at his words. "Psh, ain't nothing."
His hands slam onto the desk, reminding you of how trapped you actually were. "You know what?"
He backs away, leaving you frustrated on the desk. He starts buttoning his shirt once more, fixing his tie before picking his briefcase he'd thrown down for a hot minute.
"Hey wait where are you going-" He smirks, walking over to the door, acting like he's about to walk out before you yell out.
"Hey! You! Come back here and fuck me like a man!"
He turns around before sending you a wink.
"I'm good."
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Haha. Oneshots are the easiest AND hardest things to write. This took about three days I think? I've lost count with all of my works.
For the person who requested this, you can ask for a part two if you want. (AKA lots of smut lol)
I hope you enjoyed!
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BG3 Holiday Fluffle 2023 Drabble One- Twinkling Lights, featuring Dammon!
Presenting the first of my offerings for the fluffle. Link to AO3 above, or if you prefer, find the whole thing below! Suitable for all audiences <3
As the days grow shorter, and the winds grow cooler, you’ve found that your house feels… dark. There’s an almost empty feeling to it, me that not even a roaring fire seems to fix.
At least it’s not a hardship you have to live through alone; not with Dammon by your side.
That man could brighten up the most dingy of hovels with his smile, or break through a gloom with those beautiful eyes of his. Living with him, after all the hardships you’ve been through, is the happy ending you never thought you’d get. It’s everything, and it means that even your dark house feels like the grandest of homes.
However, that doesn’t mean you’re not going to do anything about the state of your home. That’s why you’ve been out today to buy up as many candles as you can, planning to fight off the gloom with them. You’ve bought your new light sources not a moment too soon, either; the sun had set long before your shopping trip concluded.
So, with your pack laden with waxen goodies, you let yourself into your shared abode, your eyes slow to adjust to the darkness. ‘Dammon?’ The chances of him being home when the fire hasn’t even been lit are slim, but that doesn’t stop you from hoping; after a busy day out in the cold, you long for his warm embrace.
A soft voice calls out to you, coming from your balcony. ‘Up here, love.’ One advantage of your fame- and the wealth you’d accrued through your journey- is that you’d been able to buy a house in one of the nicer parts of the city, which has served not only the purpose of getting Dammon better paying clients, but also granted you the closest thing to a garden anyone can hope for in the city; a balcony, large enough to set a small table and chair upon.
Yet as you make your way upstairs, and dump your belongings onto your bed, you notice that said furniture is now inside the house, rather than outside. No sooner have you processed this do you see your lover sitting alone on the balcony, a checkered blanket layed down upon the hard floor.
As you slide open the door, Dammon looks up at you, his teeth gleaming slightly in the dim light of evening. ‘There you are, love. I was worried about you. Come and sit with me a while. I made us dinner.’ He gestures to a wicker basket behind him as you take a seat next to him, looking above the balcony’s bannister and into the night sky. Even in the city, the stars still shine, like precious jewels sewn into the fabric of the night itself.
Looking down at your dinner, you can see Dammon has been busy. Sandwiches, cakes, mini pies… he’s really gone all out tonight. You aren’t quite sure why though, since there is no anniversary to be observed tonight, unless he’s decided that there’s an occasion worthy of celebration.
Dammon finishes laying out your food, only to produce a few candles from the bag, carefully placing them around your blanket before lighting them with a match. ‘Not that I don’t appreciate the surprise, but what gives? You’ve never done anything like this before.’ Not that he isn’t a romantic- far from it. You’ve just never come home to a sight like this before. Some days, you’re lucky if he finishes up at his forge in time for dinner.
The tips of Dammon’s ears grow darker, though you’re not sure if that’s from embarrassment or cold. ‘I just wanted to surprise you, that’s all. Besides, I think spending an evening with the woman I love is occasion enough. We just need the wine-‘ He looks behind him then, only to look back at you with a frown. ‘That I left in the kitchen. Shit…’ You notice he’s not in his work apron, a rare sight indeed. Still, you’d be lying if you said it was a bad surprise; you love the way his tunic clings to his well-honed muscles, a delightful benefit to him having such a demanding craft.
You wave off his concerns, picking up a pie. ‘We don’t need it. I’m starving, and these look delightful.’ Taking a bite of your food, you try not to wince, the taste not at all what you were expecting. For all of his talents, it seems your lover isn’t a particularly skilled baker…
Dammon doesn’t notice your discomfort, helping himself to a sandwich. ‘Even still, I wanted this evening to be perfect. Romantic. A quiet moment, just for the two of us. I know there have been precious few of those lately, and I’m sorry. I’m just trying my hardest to establish myself here, for both our sakes.’ He seems preoccupied with something, his eyes slightly unfocused as he shoves his food into his mouth.
Putting your pie down, you reach out to him, his hand still warm despite the cold air. ‘You’re doing amazing, my love, but don’t feel like you need to push yourself. I fell in love with you when all you had to your name were the clothes on your back and the hammer in your hand. You’re everything to me.’ You give him a reassuring squeeze, trying to let him know everything is okay.
Instead of looking at you, Dammon looks to the sky, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. ‘I’ve always loved how the sky looks this time of year. The darkness always makes the stars shine brighter. When Elturel fell, I feared I’d never see them again. Now, I get to share them with you.’ The candles around you flicker as the wind picks up, threatening to extinguish them.
You lean into Dammon, kissing his cheek. ‘I suppose it is the best time of year to really appreciate them. Maybe one day we could go to an astrologer, and find out what they mean?’ That could be a fun date idea, if he’s up for it. You’re certain there will be someone in Baldur’s Gate that could teach you both.
Dammon chuckles, shaking his head. ‘If it’s all the same to you, I think I’d like to come up with my own meanings. We could make the stars tell any story we wish, if you think about it.’ That’s… you’ve never really thought about it that way, but he’s right. Who’s to say that the constellations have to be followed. You should be free to connect the stars as you see fit.
Taking Dammon’s words to heart, you trace over a few of them, trying to make a heart shape. ‘I think I can see my love for you in them. What do you see?’ Knowing Dammon, he’ll probably say the day you met, or the time you were reunited, citing you as a flicker of light against the shadow curse.
Your lover doesn’t reach towards the sky, slipping his hand into his pocket instead. ‘I see the night you agreed to marry me, under the watchful gaze of the stars.’ Your eyes snap towards him just in time to see him pull a ring from his trousers, presenting it to you with a nervous smile on his face.
You don’t hesitate for a moment, wrapping your arms around your lover. ‘I accept, though it will be hard to see the stars through my tears of joy.’ Already you feel them welling in your eyes, threatening to spill over.
Dammon sighs in relief. ‘Then forget them for now, and just let me hold you.’ You’re happy to agree to that, all but crawling into his lap. The idea of spending the rest of your life with the man you love is enough to make your very soul sing with joy, your heart soaring as your mind is filled with one single certainty;
Your future with Dammon will shine brighter than any star ever could.
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Happy Together Part 2
Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader
AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU
Rating: SFW for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be NSFW.
Summary: Time for Wrecker's Date!
Word Count: 2501
Note: So this is an EVERYONE lives AU for me. See notes on my master page or part 1 of this fic.
Part 1 / Part 2
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“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Crosshair said, annoyed at Wrecker’s pacing.
“He actually can not, he possibly could wear a hole in the covering, or the pad beneath, but the durasteel beneath would take approximately …”Tech began.
“No one asked, Tech,” Wrecker snapped.
“Who broke Wrecker?” Fives poked his head into the room before entering with Echo and Hardcase behind him.
“He’s anxious about his imminent …”Tech began again.
“It’s a date,” Crosshair said,”why can’t you say Wrecker’s date,”
“It’s important to be precise,” Tech held his finger up, “he is anxious about meeting his intended partner, not about the actual event. Moreover, I …”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Wrecker moaned.
“Statistically improbable, you have vomited exactly two times after you passed infancy. Both involved viruses contracted on other planets. As we have not been off planet in two standard months, I highly doubt that is the case,” Tech pointed out.
“I think I’m going to be sick after that,” Hardcase said, staring at Tech.
“We are here as moral support,” Fives announced.
“Oh, goodie,” Crosshair drawled from his bunk, “I’m going to the range before this becomes much more… supportive” with a nod to Wrecker, he left the room.
“Heard you were nervous,”Echo said. “Thought we should come and support our vod’ika”
“You have nothing to worry about!” Fives chimed in.
“What if she doesn’t like me?” Wrecker asked, still pacing.
“Why wouldn’t someone like you, Wrecker?” Hardcase asked. “You’re fun!”
“And they are very good at what they do,” Echo said.
“They are quite thorough in their questions,” Tech added,”and their success rate is interestingly high,”
“If they can find someone for Hardcase, fairly sure they can for anyone,”Fives pointed out.
Hardcase shrugged, unconcerned.
“What if I kark it up and say something stupid?” Wrecker asked.
“I mean… Fives…”Hardcase began.
“Don’t start that,” Fives interrupted.
“Wait, you guys aren’t…” Wrecker said.
“No, Rex got Fox to make sure our patrol got changed to the same time. Something about being tired of our ‘shenanigans’” Fives said, and indeed all three were in their full kit as opposed to just pieces as they did waiting around on call.
“I'm supposed to report back to Rex with any funny business,” Hardcase said, clearly happy at being a current favorite. “Anyways, you got this. But they match based on you, don't try to do anything unnatural to try and impress,”
“Hardcase, giving good advice?” Fives asked. “What did you do with the real Hardcase?”
Wrecker threw his arm around Hardcase, “Awe, leave him alone.”
“Wrecker, if you want to arrive on time you should leave,” Tech said, engrossed in his datapad.
“Oh, see you guys later,” Wrecker said, immediately heading for the door.
“I'll walk you to the lift, vod,” Hardcase said, going along with him.
Once the door closed behind them, Echo looked over at Tech. “Mission status?”
“The test run is going smoothly as of the moment. I will update you as the night progresses,” Tech answered. “There may be some adjustments that will need made for the intended target. I am making note of them,”
he massive series of squares spread out beyond full of light, music, the scents of hundreds of different types of food, and laughter.
You sat on the bench that had been pointed out for you to meet him at, fidgeting the hem of your floral dress. Was it even the right thing to wear?
You kept fighting the long list of things that you could do wrong your thoughts as you watched the crowd. Reminding yourself if something as little as a nervous mistake now could put him off, this wouldn't work out in the long run anyways.
Just on time you saw him walking down the street towards where you were. He was smiling and greeting those he passed while scanning the people on the street looking for you.
Without thinking you were on your feet walking towards him. He was easily the largest human you had ever seen, which should have made him intimidating. Instead he seemed welcoming.
“There you are! Hello!” Wrecker called out, his smile brightening, as soon as he spotted you. You smiled and gave a little wave in return.
“Wow, you are pretty,” he said when you were closer.
Blushing you look down, “Thank you,”
“Uh, sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I'm a little nervous,”
You nod and answer, “So am I,”
Wrecker's smile returned, he held out a hand, “Maybe it won't be so bad if we are nervous together?”
You couldn't help but giggle as you took his hand, “Sounds like a good plan,”
“Great!” he answered, “How about we go see what's going on, it sounds like fun.”
“It smells delicious,too,” you answer.
“It sure does,” he agrees, as you two head for the festival lights.
Being on the taller end of average, you didn’t have the tendency to feel absolutely tiny before. But you did now. At the same time he had quickly put you at ease. You were as comfortable in his presence as if you had known him for a long time.
“Have you come to this festival before?” You ask him.
“No, didn’t have much time before” he answered. “But it sounds interesting. Like some of the Best parts of visiting a planet. Have you?”
“Every year, as many times as I can,” you answer. “Since it’s your first time, you pick what we try first”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
You nodded, “Your first time, what do you want to try first?”
Flames erupted from a grilling pit nearby, catching Wrecker’s attention.
“How about that?” He gestured in the direction of the flames.
“They weren’t here last year,” you tell him, “let’s go see!” You pull his hand a bit and he follows you over to the booth.
“Ronto Wraps, Batuu” he read. “Outer Rim?”
“You would know better than me, I’ve never been off planet,” you tell him.
“Never off planet?” He asked, surprised “we’ll have to fix that”
“That would be fun,” you smile up at him. Then to the man running the booth, “one please!”
Faster than you, Wrecker dropped the credits in the man’s hand.
“I picked, I pay,” he said before you could complain.
“Okay, next time I pick, I pay,” you respond.
“Maybe,” he grinned, but he was watching intently as they assembled the food.
Deciding to drop the subject for the moment, you take the container handed to you and he thanked the man.
Wrecker found an empty bench for you to share while you tried the food.
He looked disconcerted when you only cut a third of the wrap off for yourself.
Before he could ask you say, “if I eat much more than this, I won’t make it more than a few things. I’d like to try a bunch tonight, that’s why it’s always better to do this with someone else.”
“I have some brothers who would really love this” Wrecker agreed.
After you tasted the savory wrap you told him, “good choice! This is really good!”
“It is!” He said,”I didn’t even know food could taste different ways until we left Kamino. It was okay, just not much variety,”
“Do you like to cook?” You ask him.
“Don’t know how,” he answered. “Thought about taking classes, but haven’t done it yet,”
“I could show you, if you would like,” you offer.
“Really?” He asks, very excited.
“I’m a bit better at baking, but yeah, I could,” you smile up at his excitement. “It could be fun,”
Next you picked a drink, Dorian Passion Fruit Ice, and paid for both before Wrecker could pull the credits from his
pocket.
So he led you to the next booth where there were several Wookiees. You almost spilled your drink when he greeted them, briefly wondering if he was just making an approximation of their language. But when the Wookiees responded enthusiastically, you changed your mind.
Wrecker shook his head, responding, but made a gesture to mean a little.
A further exchange and he had a plate of barbecued trakkrrrn ribs in hand.
“Might want to grab some napkins, sweetheart,” he said, cheerfully “these can get messy. I wouldn’t want you to get any on your pretty dress,”
You grabbed a handful and followed him to a tiny table. “What was that?” You ask.
Wrecker laughed, “I can only manage a few words. It’s kinda hard, and I can’t do it too much. But I understand almost all of it. We spent some time on Kashyyyk working with the Wookiees. They are great people, also really good food,” he motioned to the plate.
Next the two of you headed towards some music, while you asked him more about Kashyyyk.
When you stopped to watch a performance of dancers from Duvun he put his arm around you and you lean into him, wondering where your anxiety has gone.
When the performance ends he looks down at you and asks, “Where to next?”
You honestly wanted to say nowhere, not wanting to move from your new found favorite spot. But, restraining yourself from jumping in too fast, you scan the booths nearby.
You see a booth of bantha burgers with interesting buns that you would like to try, but also a nearby booth of flowers.
“I was thinking the bantha burger, but do you mind if we look at the flowers first?” You ask, still leaning into him.
Wrecker squeezed you a bit closer and said,”of course not, let’s go!”
He kept his arm around you as you headed towards the booth that was overflowing with flowers.
You were admiring the blooms when he said quietly, “I’ll be right back,” with a light squeeze to your shoulder.
Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t hang around for something you were interested in, you got into a conversation with one of the owners about the varieties they carried and about the smaller potted plants they had.
Just as you had gotten the location of their permanent shop so you could get some of the potted plants without carrying them around on your date, Wrecker reappeared. He was holding a crown of flowers that matched your dress and grinning.
“For you, sweetheart,” he said, setting it on your head.
Struck speechless for a minute, you pull on his shoulder enough that he gets the idea and leans down.
You kiss him, then throw your arms around him in a hug, pressing your cheek to his. “Thank you!” You finally manage to utter.
Your feet leave the floor briefly as he hugs you tightly in return. “Will I get hugs and kisses every time I get you
flowers?” He laughed.
You kiss his cheek and answer “yes, absolutely,”
He sets you back on your feet and gives you a gentle kiss before turning his attention to the man you had been speaking to.
“Thank you, sir,” he said.
“It was my pleasure, trooper” the man grinned, as you realized he had been keeping you distracted.
Wrecker smiled back, wrapping his arm around you once again leading you towards the bantha burger booth.
Your questions about the ingredients of the roll the burger was on when purchasing inspired Wrecker to ask you more about your profession.
“My grandmother taught my cousin and I to bake when we were so small I can’t remember the first time,” you explained. “She left the two of us the bakery,”
You didn’t know whether it was him trying to keep the conversation positive, or because he didn’t relate to things like parents, but he didn’t ask about yours yet. Which you were grateful for.
“We have a few friends that work with us,” you add, “but we are one of the rare bakeries that doesn’t have droids.”
“No droids?” He asked, “why?”
“I suppose now it’s novelty for most customers,” you answer. “But I guess tradition for my family? Our main recipes are ones that have been handed down generations from before our family came to Coruscant,”
“Would you show me some of those too?” He asked.
“Of course!” You smile up at him.
You two continue through the festival, trying foods, watching performances, looking at art displays, craft booths, talking about your families and friends.
His laugh was contagious and he kept you as close as possible. Now, less tentative about putting his arm around you, hugging you randomly and giving you gentle kisses.
When the festival was ending for the night you brought him to the best overlook you had found for watching the firework display over the skyline.
“Bet you have made prettier ones,” you say as together you head for the hover tram that will bring you back to your neighborhood.
“Hmm, maybe,” he said. “Bigger, for sure! Haven’t
synchronized them to music yet. Hardcase and I have been working on a project like that. But it’s taking forever because Rex insists that someone be there to supervise us. Something about blowing up the building, but both of us know how much of what to use,”
You giggle, judging by his fairly carefree attitude and his description of one of his closest friends their elder brother was probably concerned they’d toe the line for a bigger boom. Also, he sounded protective.
Wrecker went on to describe different effects they were trying to accomplish, making it fairly easy to follow along. But it was clear that it was just surface level of the vast amount of knowledge he had on the subject.
As you neared your home you felt conflicted. You absolutely did not want him to let go of you, you couldn't remember the last time you felt so comfortable without even the background hum of anxiety. At the same time you didn't know if you were becoming attached too quickly.
It was terribly late, but you had the day off tomorrow. You also had a batch of cookies you had anxiety baked before leaving for the festival.
Wrecker noticed you being quieter. ”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, “Tired?”
“I'm good, great actually,” you tell him. “I was just thinking,”
“What about?” he asked.
You took a deep breath, looking at the ground, and unfortunately rambled, “I know we just ate all of that food at the festival and it's really late and I don't know what you have to do tomorrow, but I baked some cookies this afternoon, I thought maybe you would like to come in for some...”
Wrecker stopped walking and tilted your head up with a slight stroke of his finger under your chin. With a laugh, quieter than before, he told you, “Sweetheart, I'm never going to say no to cookies.”
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Lil fic about Petals meeting jojo for the first time,,,
It had been a few weeks since Petals had joined the invasion force. So far, things were going smoothly for her. The babies were well taken care of, and aside from a few klowns attempting to flirt, she didn't have any real complaints.
So when Jumbo stopped by the nursery with the news that Jojo wanted to speak with her, Petals was...mortified, to say the least.
She blinks a few times, processing the words in her head.
"Jojo wanted to talk to you, face to face"
Did she hear that right?
Jumbo snapped his fingers, breaking Petals out of her trance. "Petals? Did you hear me?"
Petals swallows hard, nodding her head. "Yes, I'm sorry sir- Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?"
Jumbo shakes his head. "No, he didn't sound mad when he gave me the order to tell you. Then again, you never really know with him"
That didn't help Petals at all, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she crossed her arms. "Um...do...do I have to?"
"If you don't show up, then he WILL be angry. I'd recommend going to him as soon as your shift ends"
Petals sighs, nodding her head. "I understand...thank you for letting me know..."
Jumbo pats her shoulder in an attempt at reassurance, before leaving the nursery. Petals stood there, staring at the door as thoughts ran through her head.
".....he's gonna eat me"
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The time had come; her shift had ended, and now Petals was standing in front of the entrance to the kathedral, or, Jojos throne room.
She had talked with the other klownettes before, asking for their advice-
"He's really sweet with us, don't worry! He makes sure we get lots of goodies and gifts. The other day, he got me new shoes!" Was Daisy's response.
"You'll be okay, I've never seen him have a problem with a klownette before. Just remember to show respect, okay?" Said Rosebud.
After that, Petals had tried asking the boys- though their responses weren't as reassuring.
"If you die, can I have your secret candy stash?" Shorty thought he was funny with that one.
"Before you do, wanna go out? Y'know, just in case he eats you and we never see you again" Spikey really wasn't helping at all.
"You'll be just fine, doll. Want me to escort you to him?" Slims offer was sweet, but Petals didn't wanna drag him into this in case she WAS in trouble.
Taking a deep breath, Petals entered the kathedral. It was huge, somehow bigger than the exterior of the ship. She tried not to question the physics of it.
She looked up at the large platform in the center of the room. There sat the leader himself, who was currently scolding another klown.
"You're lucky I don't crush you under my fist right here. If I hear that you've been tampering with the food supply ever again, you're dead. Do you understand?"
The poor shaky klown, who Petals didn't recognize at all, nodded before bowing and rushing out of the room.
Jojo sighed, rubbing his temple as he shook his head. "Idiot..."
Petals froze in fear. She couldn't do this. He was so big, so loud, so angry- maybe she could fake her death and change her identity and go back to their planet-
Jojo glanced over his shoulder, spotting Petals. "Ah, I see Jumbo delivered my message. Come closer, little one"
Petals took a deep breath, slowly approaching the 18 foot klown. "You...wanted to see me, sir?"
She wanted to slap herself for not bowing first, but doing so now might make her look silly- could he see how sweaty she was? This was so embarrassing.
"At ease, klownette. I'm sorry you had to see me correct that fool, the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable"
.....what?
Petals couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was like she was talking to a completely different klown. This was the terrifying, mighty klownzilla?
"I-it's okay! I understand, he must've done something bad..." Petals immediately covered her mouth, not sure if she was supposed to blurt out like that.
"Indeed. He's been messing with the cocoons as some sort of 'prank'. We can't afford to lose food like that" Jojo spoke calmly.
"Oh...that's awful, I had no idea, I'm sorry to hear that" Petals said, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
"It's quite alright. I have it handled. Now, about the reason I called you here..."
Here it comes. He's gonna scold me, Petals thinks to herself.
"I just wanted to tell you to keep up the outstanding work. I've never seen the hatchlings make such wonderful progress in such short time"
Petals stands still for a bit, her jaw slack open. She quickly composes herself, clearing her throat.
"Oh! Oh my, thank you sir! That means a lot coming from you!"
Jojo smiles. It's a small one, but it's sincere. "It's no problem. I trust that you will continue this progress, correct?"
Petals nods, smiling. "Yes sir, absolutely! They'll be entering their next stage in no time!"
"Then that is all I require from you, Petals. You're excused" with that, Jojo dismisses Petals with the wave of his hand. Petals takes the hint, bowing before leaving.
Once she's in the hall, Petals leans against the wall, sighing in relief. She spots Jumbo walking through the hall, who stops once he sees her.
"How did it go? You're still in one piece, I assume it went well"
Petals nods, smiling. "Yeah, everything went really good! I feel silly for being so scared now..."
Jumbo shrugs. "Don't be, it's understandable. He's our leader, after all. I'm glad you're on his good side"
With that, he leaves her be, as Petals makes her way to tell her fellow klownettes the good news.
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*Slides Monopoly money*
Can I have some Fattytron drabble?
(T/fp, I/dw or E/S I don't mind) Im just thirsting for a fat Mega/tron who's too full yet keeps stuffing himself to get some bot's attention (SW, Rod/dy, Mags or Op im not really picky about ships kek). But yeah, Fattytron being very full-
Never really requested drabbles before so im sorry if it's weirdly worded aaaaaa-
-not Chunkytron ☆
this is a two parter, here is part 1 ! Little bit of a slow start.
Mega/tron x Sound/wave, feeding,
The only sound emanating from the empty room was his grumbling belly. Sure, the mission to retrieve the relic was a bust, but was it really wrong of him to be angry? How hard was it to foil those pesky Auto/bots and their child counterparts? The warlord growled as he busted open a fresh box of energon goodies. He had his supper, consisting of a generous portion of food, and now it was time for dessert.
At least the snacks had been replenished. By who? He didn’t know or care; he just unwrapped the light blue round cake and took a bite. The sweetness soothed his woes, even if just for a moment. Thankfully, he had the whole box to himself.
Cake after cake was devoured, each bite bringing a smile to his lips. His tongue eagerly licked up any cream that smeared over his lips. These treats hinted at vanilla and were ever so moist; it always put Mega/tron in his happy place.
Why?
It was simple. Being stuck working in the mines with next to no pay, one could not afford such snacks. Lunch consisted of liquid energon with metal additives; while it did the job, it wasn’t anything to write home about. However, one would occasionally magically appear in his dreary lunch pail. After admiring the pretty light pink color flecked with blue geode crunches, Mega/tronus would unwrap the surprise. It smelled so lovely- he swore the little round ball just reeked of sweetness! And that first bite lit his taste sensors ablaze.
He felt as if his whole frame was lifted out of those mines and into some kind of nirvana. Each bite brought him so much joy! Sadly, like with most things in life, all good things come to an end. After licking his claws clean, there was no more to consume, and he sat there looking at the empty wrapper.
Ok, he also licked the wrapper clean, but who could blame him?
Now, all these treats were gone, making him feel just the same: sad and nothing to look forward to. The evening would be much more productive if he reviewed his battle plans instead. His rumbling belly did not agree, but there were no more of his favorite treats in stock.
You know when you just want to be alone and not bothered by anyone or anything? Yeah, this is how Mega/tron felt. So, when the door opened in this tucked away room that not many mechs used, you could imagine the annoyed look washing over his face as he gave a death glare at whoever dared to enter.
Once the door fully opened, it revealed Sound/wave's long, spindly form.
Great. Just who the Decep/ticon leader wished to catch him pigging out on sweets- it was a super-duper family-size box nonetheless. And yes, he ate them all; their empty wrappers lying around him didn’t leave any doubt about who indulged in them all.
Primus, Sound/wave better not gripe about it!
Instead, the silent warrior respectfully tipped his helm, acknowledging his leader’s presence, then walked to the pantry.
And cue a loud belly grumble. Mega/tron bent forward and curled his arm over his swelled tummy. With brows furrowed, the gray and purple mech cursed himself for not retreating to his personal quarters.
Perhaps he could just get up and leave?
Well, the sound of the other walking back to the table squashed that idea. He tried to shimmy his midsection out of view. Out of the peripheral view of his optics, Mega/tron saw Sound/wave set a large box down and then take a seat.
Couldn’t Sound/wave take a hint? Indeed, he’d not be this oblivious…
Those thin fingers made quick work of ripping the seal from the box and opening it up. His visored helm took a peek, then rubbed his servos together in what can only be imagined as glee. Then, his servos reached into the box and gently lifted out its contents.
And yes, a stupid smiley face appeared on his visor as a large cake was lifted and set on the table.
Large cake.
It was light pink with blue geode crumbles.
And very, very large!
Mega/tron couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous sight. This was the biggest of his favored treats he had ever seen! Before he knew it, he was licking his lips and reaching out a claw to help himself.
But Sound/wave slapped his hand away and wagged a finger.
How dare he! Mega/tron’s face scrunched as he growled, watching his subordinate grab a fork and stab into his favorite treat. Just how the slag could Sound/wave eat this? He had no freaking mouth!
But that fork traveled his way, and those furrowed optics grew wide in shock. What the slag was going on here? The treat stopped just short of his lips—so close that the warlord could practically taste the sweetness.
And Mega/tron just stared at the communication officer. Was he being serious? Was he wanting to feed him this cake? While the mech may have been unsure, his belly wanted the attention.
A loud, whining gurgle erupted, demanding to be fed.
And Mega/tron had a ferocious appetite!
And that chunk of cake pressed ever so teasingly against his lips. The spindly blue mech made some clicking noises and tilted his helm to the side.
Mega/tron was no dummy. He got the hint. Hearing the other’s engines purr, it was clear Sounwave wished to feed him. And the sound of the warlord's belly grumbling, he wanted to be fed.
Was there a downside to this?
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This could end as a story
Part 2
Feat - Tyler Galpin x local witch! Reader
Contains - Time gap, Wednesday Spoilers
P.s: I’m sorry for the gaps, I really wanted to end the story already so I just did this.
Tags: @sardonic-courtney @asters-abditory @raevyng @podraje
"Wait.. Let me get this clear. You want to perform some witchy-woo on me?"
"Yes." I nodded at Tyler. It's not like he's going to die or anything.
"Okay, fine. Let's just go on with this." he surrender.
I grinned and took Tyler's hand to perform this spell I saw not long ago. I closed my eyes and started chanting.
I didn't actually told Tyler what this spell was about, but this is supposed to make me his hyde's master.
Yes, about a few days ago when we started talking, I found out that he was indeed the hyde's host.
"Tyler, hey!"
He ignored me. That was a first. I followed him through the stairs and noticed that he looks different. His usual grin wasn't present and his eyes look.. dark for some reason.
Being the curious cat I am, I perform a quick invisibility spell and followed Tyler inside. There was blonde woman who's in a call and she looks destress.
Tyler went inside the restroom when the lady was pacing back and forth and rambling on the phone, I stand there in the corner, waiting for something to happen.
But what happened is just what I didn't expect to see first hand.
The hyde murdered the poor woman, it clawed her until she was torn to shreds. But then, the hyde transform to something I much more didn't expected..
Tyler
He was on top of the dead body but as soon as he realized that, he crawled far away and started crying.
I went to Tyler just as soon as my invisibility spell vanished, he didn't questioned why I was there, he just cried harder.
"Shh, its okay. Its okay." Yes, even if murdering someone is not okay, you just have to say it.
"Uh, its done. I think?" I'm still not sure if it worked or not.
Tyler looked at me weirdly but just as soon as he was about to speak, the door of my cabin flew open and a thing started blurting out nonsense.
"THING! SLOW DOWN!"
"what? expelled? Thornhill? who the hell is Thornhill? Wednesday? expelled? what did she do this time? Tyler? monster? Crackstone? as in the one who burned every witches here? what? where?" I tried my best to understand what was thing saying.
Then thing turned to Tyler and started chocking him to death to the point I needed to intervene using magic.
"Thing, its alright. Yes, he's the hyde, I know. I did something using my magic and I think I know just how to test it."
"Go find help. We're going to look for Wednesday."
Thing was a bit hesitant to go but I promised him I would be the one killing Tyler if things didn't go well for us. Which made Tyler uncomfortable.
I started doing a locator spell to find Wednesday and not soon after the map of Jericho burned, meaning I got my answer.
"Let's go."
"Go where?"
"To crackstone."
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"Wednesday!" I shouted as soon as we arrive at the crackstone.
I saw wednesday chained and the tomb of crackstone opening.
"You're a bit late, honey." The redhead woman laughed. I stared at her then at Tyler then at Wednesday who's weakly looking at us. Since the first time I met Wednesday, this is the first time I saw here vulnerable.
"Tyler, honey, why don't you make mama proud and shut her up?" The redhead smiled at Tyler but Tyler just stay still, confirming my thoughts.
"Tyler?" he looked at me, "Why don't you shut her up?" I look at the redhead woman who looks bewildered when Tyler started transforming as the hyde.
"Tyler! No" The woman shouted when the hyde start approaching her. She keeps shouting ‘no’ and ‘help’ but I couldn’t care less.
I immediately went to unchain Wednesday and successfully freed her but she was too weak to stand on her own yet when..
The tomb opened.
The very dead, corpse rotting Joseph Crackstone rose from the dead. And to say he wasn't happy to see us would be an understatement.
"Goody Addams!" He lifted Wednesday in the air using his magic stick. What an ironic way to kill someone who he insists using magic.
He went closer to me while Wednesday was still struggling to breathe in the air.
“A witch..” He was about to stab me when the hyde grab me and sprinted outside, leaving Wednesday alone.
“Tyler! No! Wednesday’s still there! We have to go back!” I shouted when Tyler started transforming back.
“You really think that would stop Wednesday? We both know her, you more than me.” He rebut.
That really made me think. Just recently, when Wednesday and I were properly introduced, I realized she was the girl who always had grand birthdays I went to. The same girl I went to camp with. The same girl who burned our camp. Nothing really stops Wednesday now that I think of it.
“Okay..” I surrender.
-
Its been weeks since the incident with Wednesday happened and they were forced to have a school break since their principal died. Things with Tyler and I had been surprisingly good.
“Hey..” I called Tyler who was snuggling with me in his couch. Were watching a movie in his house while his dad’s out again.
“Hmm?” He responded, too focus on the movie.
“I was thinking, since.. y’know. We’re both outcasts, why don’t we enroll at Nevermore?”
That made him look at me.
“You really want too?” He sincerely asked. I thought about it before and I really like to be with people like me, living normal and not excluded in life.
“Yeah” I answered.
“I’ll talk to my dad about it.” Tyler and his dad are really getting along now that his dad no longer has to hide Tyler’s identity to him.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
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