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theromanticrationalist · 2 months

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More of My Thoughts on Young Sheldon Season 7 . . .

I absolutely love seeing Sheldon's signature style blossoming! HE'S SO CUTE OMG.

"So, you condone cheating?" "Yeah. . . but with a wink." "I don't like winking either!" "What is wrong with winking?" "At the end of the day it leaves you with an uneven number of blinks per eye!"

Sheldon is the sweetest, purest boy in the entire world! He must be protected at all costs! 😩 I am absolutely enjoying watching Sheldon come of age and go through the awkward stage of puberty! Sheldon is already awkward as a baseline, but to see him in his teenage stage is like super cringe AND I LOVE EVERY MOMENT OF IT. From his disobeying his Momma to ride throughout Germany on a train, getting chased throughout the countryside by a tiny dog, having weird social encounters with his peers, creating sentient algorithms - well maybe this is just a day in the life of Sheldon Cooper, but it is makes it so much funnier with him all legs and limbs from his growth spurt, and his not-a-boy-not-quite-a-man vibes going on. I think it is so freak'in adorable, and I am SO UPSET that this season is going to be really short!

I just have to get this out or else I will just keep harping on it Sheldon Cooper style, but it is really upsetting that we didn't get a few more seasons of this show. I really wanted more of Sheldon in Germany (criminal how little we got of his stay there!) and I just need more Sheldon in general! There are too many storylines happening at once which is taking from the show's main focus - ahem! 🤨 My baby string bean! Instead all of these storylines could have been fleshed out with an even pace while we still being able to journey with Sheldon through his experiences. THIS SHOW IS CALLED YOUNG SHELDON I SHOULD BE GETTING SO MUCH MORE SHELDON CONTENT THAN THIS. *ahem* Anyway! Now that is out of my system, I do want to highlight one point of the story so far. I am not exactly sure where the end of this season will leave our Sheldon. I am noticing, though, that there does seem to be a separation happening between Sheldon and the rest of his family. Is this intentional? This could just be the result of all the colliding storylines, but if it is intentional... 😯 With the kids growing up, Meemaw losing her home, CeeCee, the wedding, and all the changes going on, Sheldon is no longer the center of his family's attention. Considering this whole show has emphasized how the family household has revolved and made their decisions around Sheldon and how this fact has effected both Missy and Georgie growing up, I don't see how this can't be a significant development. "I returned home from Germany with a family that no longer cherished me," Sheldon bemoans through his narration. This leads him back to his college dorm, where he unexpectedly meets what's-his-name and develops a little circle of computer science pals. (Why does Sheldon have better chemistry and endearing bonding moments with literally every other person in his life except Leonard??) Then when Sheldon and his friends create a trading algorithm that starts to develop independent actions, the comparison is made to Frankenstein's monster to which Sheldon indicates that that is actually a positive comparison. "You were on the Monster's side??" his new friend asks incredulously. "Unfairly hounded for being different? You betcha!" This ostracization that Sheldon feels is such a fundamental aspect of his life, and considering what is about to happen and that it will catapult him to Caltech, I can't help but see this as an indication of the catalyst forming. It breaks my heart to have to see Sheldon go through this, and makes me concerned for how they will resolve this in the show. The story is going to be ending on the lowest part of Sheldon's life. He loses his father, leaves to California all by himself (Tam doesn't come with him), he's estranged from his brother, and he is alone for many years before he meets his friends. The bond of family is such a profound piece of Young Sheldon, I just don't see how they are going resolve this schism that is between Sheldon and his family. And I don't know how they are going to do it in 8 episodes. 😕 I guess we will find out!

Random Thoughts: - I wonder if Meemaw's situation with Dale is morphing into her coming to her senses and she and John Sturgis will get back together! I would be so upset if there is no resolution to John Sturgis' storyline! - I kind of ship Missy and Billy! 🥰 I think they are both really cute together! - I really like Pastor Jeff this season! He seems a little edgier as a character, much more fun! Although, I still think he needed to seriously apologize for what he did to Mary, though, how he (and the church) treated her regarding Georgie and Mandy's situation. 😒 - I do really enjoy how American evangelicalism and religious culture has been handled in this show, though. It is both truthful and hilarious commentary, even while treating the characters as real people and not caricatures to ridicule. Of course my favorite aspect of this show is the relationship of Mary Cooper and Sheldon, and how their worldviews both clash and shape one another, so I was already impressed on their handling of Christian characters. This season has been so funny, though! The whole Baptists vs Catholic feud over CeeCee's baptism was so on point! OMG. 😄👌

My Favorite Sheldon Cooper Quotes: German Police Officer: "It is okay, young man, we can speak English." Sheldon: "Not as well as my German, so stay with me!" *continues ranting in German* (Damn, Iain Armitage killed it with the German dialogue in this episode! I always love it when Sheldon speaks other languages with ease!) "Well, that was Chernobyl adjacent."

Cheater Guy: "Oh, so what is the girl situation here?" Sheldon: "Oh! I don't do that either." Cheater Guy: "You into guys?" Sheldon: "I'm into science! Everything else is a distraction." (That's my boy!!) Mary: "Shelly, everything okay?" Sheldon: "No, it is not! Both my computer and my trust have been betrayed!" George: "Well, okay. We are with company now so you can fill us in later." Sheldon: "I won't ruin your dinner with the suspense! Evan updated my computer!" Georgie: "Let me ask you a question. Can you un-baptize somebody?" Sheldon: "Since it is a magical ceremony that doesn't mean anything, then sure why not? In the name of science and reason I unbaptize you!" *makes the sign of the Cross* Georgie: "No! Not me! Put it back!" Sheldon: "Oh, okay! Control C, you're baptized." (This cracked me up so much! I think it is my ultimate favorite Georgie/Sheldon moment now! THESE BOYS ARE SUCH DWEEBS I LOVE THEM!)

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sunshinegirlsstuff · 4 years

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FBI 2x17

“Broken Promises” – When the team is called to the scene of a murder, they quickly suspect political motivation, but when another murder occurs, they work to uncover a common thread before more bodies pile up. Also, Maggie contemplates a decision that could affect her entire career, on FBI, Tuesday, March 10th.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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written in the stars

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: jus (lots of) making out

summary: using your newly acquired knowledge of astrology, you test your compatibility with tom

a/n: i was planning on making this a little blurb for y’all but then i got really into it and here we are lmfhfksjks i promise you don’t have to know anything about astrology or birth charts to enjoy cuz i broke it all down + it’s not the main focus of the fic anyways! this is mostly a day in the life with tommy boy and i hope you like it as much as i do :,) also some of this might be wrong.. i’m not an expert so yeah

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“right, so how does this work again?” tom watches your laptop screen with curious eyes.

you’ve been getting into astrology lately, and whatever you care about, so does he. that’s why you’re currently laid across your bed in sweats while you teach him everything you know. but first, you’ll need to do his birth chart. it’s the pinnacle of everything.

“you just have to tell me what time you were born, then it does the rest for me,” you grin, typing in the name of the website. you’d had to do some research to find a reliable one. “that’s it? you don’t need, like, my birthday or something?” tom quirks an eyebrow at the chart generator.

“i already know your birthday, babes.” you laugh softly and let your head fall onto his shoulder. “you crazy gemini.” “‘m not crazy.” he smiles despite himself, leaning his head on yours. “just got a big personality, innit? charming, clever, lots of energy,” he lists off the characteristics of his sign, which you just taught him. that lights up your whole face.

“definitely not cocky,” you deadpan, tom scrunching his nose in response. “look at you, remembering all that. you really are clever.” “well, it’s interesting.” he drapes an arm around you, fingers running up and down your side. “i quite like the idea of the universe knowing me so well.”

tapping your fingers on the keys, you hum. “you’ll love your birth chart, then. tell me when you were born.” tom grimaces and squeezes at your waist. “i don’t actually know.” “how do you not know?” you flick his back playfully, making him flinch. he pokes you so you’re even. “i’ve never thought to ask. guess i’m not that clever after all.”

those are teasing words, but you press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. he gladly accepts it and gives you one on the side of your neck.

“no, your head’s gigantic. there’s gotta be something up there.” you knock on his skull for emphasis, your hand tangling in his hair. tom lets out a breathy chuckle. “hot air,” he explains as your fingers run through the messy locks. “you’re so...” you don’t even have the words. tom does. “hilarious? witty? amusing?” he tries to finish, tilting his head back to look at you.

“yeah, all of the above,” you confer and bring your hand back down to the keyboard. your lips curve into a smirk when tom whines. he’s the biggest baby, and he makes no attempt to hide it. “why don’t you text your mom and ask for your time of birth?” you suggest, tom pursing his lips in agreement. “sure, i’ll give mum a ring. i bet she loves this stuff, too.”

you roll over to lay on your back, tom still on his stomach. he pulls his phone from his pocket and opens imessage. “ah, nikki’s an astrogirl?” you wonder. tom makes a funny face at the term. “is that what you call yourselves?” “not really. well, not officially.” giggling, you loop your fingers around his wrist. “you can be an astroboy, if you want. or girl.”

tom sighs and leans over so his face hovers above yours. “god, you’re adorable. how are you so cute?” he gently pecks your lips. you’re about to kiss back, then he moves off to your cheek. after that is your forehead, chin, and finally down the bridge of your nose. it leaves you out of breath from laughter and with warm skin.

“i can’t answer that if you’re gonna launch a kiss attack on me-“

tom’s lips capture yours in a proper kiss, which you now get the chance to reciprocate. you hold him in place with your hands on his cheeks. his eyes instantly flutter closed and lashes tickle your face. the feeling draws another giggle out of you, and right into his mouth.

“absolutely gorgeous,” tom mutters against your lips. “anyone ever tell you that?” “you do, tommy. all the time.” your voice comes out gravelly, breathless, a grin painting your face. it transfers to tom. “mm, that’s right. my pretty baby.” he’s beaming down at you. he moves on top of you swiftly, his weight held up by his elbows on your sides.

you pull apart so you can go back in harder, hands situating in his curls again. tom grabs at your hips while the kiss deepens. your legs wrap around his waist clad in joggers and allow your bodies to be even closer together. the less space between you two, the needier you both get. “love,” tom parts his lips for you. “can i get a little more?” “course you can, tommy.” your fingers tug at his curls, mouth opening slightly.

his tongue skims its way across your lower lip, asking for access. you give his hair another pull to grant it. tom lets his tongue slip into your mouth, searching for your own as his hands continue to roam your body. he’s gone from gently peppering you in kisses to fully eating your face. no complaints, though. a quiet whimper escapes you when your tongues clash.

tom starts to push up your t-shirt, eyes opening to meet yours for approval. they’re completely darkened. you nod because you can’t answer with words. your tongue is preoccupied, intertwined with his. he sets his hands on your bare stomach, your nails scratching at tom’s scalp in a way that elicits a low groan.

“feels good?” your words come out muffled, barely audible. tom still understands them. “so good,” he rasps, calloused fingers dragging along your skin. they start to move up your body as you brush your lips against his. the kiss is light, and tom’s lips feel swollen as they move. his hands are nearing your chest, your legs tightening around his waist.

it earns another sinful noise from him. you want to see just how much he’s enjoying himself, so you peek up at him. what a sight that is. his faced twisted up as he focuses on kissing you, strands of hair stuck to his forehead from your playing with it. he’s so beautiful, and deserves to know. before you can tell him, you see his phone light up from the corner of your eye.

“tom,” you mumble his name. he’s too distracted by searching for your bra hook to hear. “tommy?” you’re louder this time, his mouth moving off of yours. “what is it, love?” tom exhales, hot breath hitting your face. “i think your mom texted back.” you offer a smile and run your thumb over his plumped lips. he only squints at you.

“about your time of birth,” you clarify. “for your birth chart.” “oh, that.” he kisses your thumb, nodding to himself. “forgot we were doing that.” tom tends to get a bit carried away with anything you related. making out can go on for hours and down many different paths, but it’s not the only thing. he’s a man in love, and the woman he shares that with gets all his attention at any given time. you’re so lucky to receive it.

you nod back and feel his racing heart as it beats against yours. “if you still want to, yeah.” “i definitely do. wanna hear you say more nice things about me,” tom jokes, a smug grin pulling at his lips. your eyes narrow. “who says they’ll be nice?” you challenge and earn a snicker from him.

“alright, missy. can you hand me my phone please?” he drops his head onto your chest, big brown eyes gazing up at you. “yes, sir.” you pat his cheek and grab his phone from next to you. tom’s contact name for nikki is set as ‘Ma x’, which brings a toothy smile to your face. “here you go.” you dangle his phone above his head. tom takes it from you promptly. “thanks.”

after leaving a couple of kisses on your clothed chest, he rolls to lay next to you. “let’s see, let’s see,” he murmurs, reading his mom’s messages. you scoot closer so you can look. “ooh, lots of crying emojis,” tom remarks. “i think you made her kinda nostalgic.” you pout at the screen. copying your face, he clicks on a picture nikki attached.

“she even pulled out the birth certificate.” he shows you his phone, and you zoom in to see when he was born. “big stuff here,” you say while you read. tom takes the time to get comfortable, resting his chin on your shoulder. “looks like you popped out in the middle of the night,” you conclude, giving him his phone back. he clicks his tongue at you.

“don’t say popped out.” feigning innocence, you glance over at him. “too late.” tom types out a reply thanking his mom before tossing his phone aside. “middle of the night makes sense, though.” he bites the inside of his cheek. “i’ve always been a party animal, haven’t i?” you turn onto your side and put a hand on his chest.

“it’s in your gemini nature. or really, your tom nature.” tom does an over exaggerated wink. “i like the sound of that.” he chuckles when you hit at his chest. “bring the laptop. let’s get this thing going.” you huff as you reach over him to grab it. you’ve switched positions so you’re laying horizontally on your stomach and over his legs, your laptop in front of you.

“if we find out there’s any scorpio in you...” you shutter. “hm? what’s wrong with scorpios?” tom wonders, watching you plug his birth time into the generator. “they’re literally insane, tom. like, serial killer insane. there’s statistics.” your eyes go wide as you hit enter. he leans his head back on his arms with a wince. “never mind, then.”

a small gasp leaves your lips, you squeezing tom’s knee. “it’s done.” “what does it say? share with the audience,” tom requests so you do your thing. you’re eager to get to it, turning the laptop to show him his birth chart. “ok, so.” you point at a box a few places down. “this is your rising sign, which is basically how other people see you.”

tom reads the chart, moving his own finger along the screen. “it says i’m a... taurus. what are those like?” “in one word? boring,” you summarize, tom only frowning. “kidding, kidding.” his frown fades into a small smile at that. “they’re known for being super nice and chill... also stubborn,” you tell him and prop your head in your hand.

“so, that makes no sense. those are complete opposites,” tom comments, slipping out from under you. he settles by your side. “i don’t get how i can be a gemini and a taurus, either.” “weird, right?” you sigh in content as his hand comes to stay on the small of your back. “very strange. do you think it could be wrong?”

“are you questioning the universe’s plan?” you tease, tom drumming his fingers on you. “yes, i am.” “see, you’re stubborn! taurus things.” you scroll down to his moon sign before he can protest. tom sticks out his tongue and tries to lick your cheek, which you stop by putting your hand in his face. “next is your moon sign,” you laugh out, ignoring his boyish behavior.

“that controls your emotions and private thoughts,” you elaborate and look presently surprised when you see what tom’s is. “yours is sagittarius. that’s a cool one.” “is it? how come?” tom sneaks a few kisses down the shell of your ear. “you guys are really open-minded and into things that challenge you.” he nods, signaling for you to go on. you turn onto your back so you’re looking up at him.

“you’re all about your freedom, though. it’s hard to hold you down for too long.” grinning, tom brings his face into your line of vision. “that must mean you’re a real force because i’m not going anywhere.” he nudges your nose with his, lips ghosting over yours. you return the smile and meet him halfway for your lips to connect. “anytime soon,” tom adds on in a whisper, kissing back easily.

this one doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t need to. it’s just one of those kisses that makes you feel each other’s love, no matter how you go about it. they’re essentially your own made up love language.

you’re still smiling when your lips detach, fingers combing through tom’s tussled locks. “now that we’ve done the big three...” you preface. “androids, aliens, and wizards?” tom jokes, you breathing out a laugh. you’d thought he had a soft spot for sam and bucky. your suspicions were correct.

“cute, but no. your sun sign, moon sign, and rising sign,” you explain to him. “sure, sure. what about them?” tom toys with the hem of your shirt while you think. a mischievous glint in your eyes, you suddenly sit up. “since you know yours, and i know mine, how about we test our compatibility?”

tom is well aware of what that means, and he isn’t so sure he’d like to do it. he’s someone who believes in cliches like soulmates and fate, so he’ll take your results seriously. after the lessons on astrology you gave him, especially.

his heart will always hold a special place for you and you only. nothing will change that. but, what if the universe says you can’t be together? where do you go from there?

“um,” tom presses his lips into an uncertain line. you’re already getting your laptop. “i mean, do we want to know? what if we’re not...” you come back over to him with both eyebrows furrowed. “compatible?” “yeah” he hesitates before answering, which tells you he’s nervous.

“it’s just for fun, tommy,” you assure him and press a quick kiss to his lips. “besides, if anyone could defy the odds, it would be us.” tom perks up a bit, sitting up next to you. “you think we’re that strong, huh?” “absolutely. do you?” you’re already sure what he’s going to say. he pulls you into his lap, kissing at your hair and letting it linger. “one hundred percent. i’ll do it.”

you put your laptop in your own lap with a grin. tom’s arms hold you by your middle. “ok, here we go,” you mutter, searching for a good compatibility calculator. it doesn’t take long to find one. “remember, this all a bunch of theories. our love goes beyond what a stupid website tells us, okay?” you remind him, his arms tightening around you.

“okay. i love you,” tom speaks into your hair. “you’re so good at saying exactly what i need to hear. how do you do it?” “i love you too, and that’s a secret i’ll never tell.” you take one of his hands and bring it to your lips. tom’s leg bounces while you plug your three signs and his into the calculator. before hitting the calculate option, you look at him over your shoulder.

“ready?” your finger hovers over the cursor. you know how much these things mean to him, so you want to be positive that he is. “can we do it together?” tom asks shyly, which is highly uncharacteristic of him. “sure, baby. on the count of three.” you wait for him to place his hand over yours. he grips it tight, then you start to count. “one... two... three.”

the two of you click calculate at the same time, your results taking a few seconds to load. “love, i’m so nervous. i can’t look.” tom dips his head down so yours is blocking his view. you lightheartedly roll your eyes. “it’s fine, tom. i’m sure we’ll-“ the screen changes to display your compatibility rating, you cutting yourself off. he slowly creeps out from behind you.

“oh, god. are they in? what’s it say?” tom grabs onto your waist, feeling vibrations from you giggling. you shake your head at the website. “it’s really good... almost a perfect match. told you we’re meant to be.” he joins in your laughter, an endless amount of kisses going down the side of your head. “now, it’s written in the stars. we’re untouchable!”

he’s flipping you over so he lays above you, lips colliding messily with yours for the millionth time today. you don’t mind, though. you could do this a million more. “a power couple,” you continue for him between another peck of his lips. “always have been,” tom corrects and shuts you up again with his mouth on yours.

your hand reaches up for him, but doesn’t make it as the passionate kiss he’s giving you takes your breath away. he locks your fingers together instead, whispering one last thing.

“always will be.”

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concentrateandpush · 3 years

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Just like Charles had promised, he barely let me stay not pregnant. Baby is only 11 months old and I’m 40 weeks pregnant, which is unheard of with twins. I’ve been up all night with the little one and she’s at that point where EVERYTHING is interesting, fingers in plugs, stuffing bread into where it doesn’t belong.. we’ve gone through 3 iPhones because they just done belong in the bath. But, she’s beautiful and eagerly awaiting the arrival of her little play mates.

“Sweetheart, are you going to have nap time? Then when you wake up, Daddy’s going to be home?” I smile, trying to entice her into the idea. She shakes her head and just runs wild, it’s not that I don’t want to play with her and keep her entertained, it’s that I physically can’t at this point. “Up! Up!!” She smiles to me and I just can’t resist her face and so I get up letting her pull me to where ever she wants. “Ake! Ake!” She smiles, anything but fucking baking “Oh angel.. Mommy’s really tired” I sigh and kneel down “what about drawing? Or even.. even swimming?” I offer and her eyes light up.

Luckily, we have a pool in our garden, a decent sized one. “Okay, come on” I nod and get her changed before getting myself into a one piece. Once we’re in, she’s loving life, she’s like a sea creature, she’s always been great in the water. I look down at my stomach and give a gently brush over the top “we’re ready for you babies” I whisper. As if by magic, I start to feel an all too familiar pain. Biting my lip and just observing, I watch my stomach as it tightens slightly. I had already gotten my mucus plug, so I knew it was coming, but it takes me by surprise.

I ride through a few easy contractions and then decide it’s time to get out “Okay, sweetheart, time to get out” I smile and laboriously grunt as I pick her up and climb out. She senses something isn’t quite right, I know this because there was no nagging to stay in there. I check the time and sigh seeing that it’s still a while before Charles comes home. I settle her down and get her on the couch in a big towel and wrap one around myself, just trying to ease the pains as they come in and let out.

A while goes by and I check the time again, he’s late, baby is passed out on the couch with some kids show playing in the background and I can’t carry her up to bed at this point. Things are getting harder and I find myself squatting as I hold onto the kitchen counter, panting and trying to not wake her. I reach for my phone and call him, letting it ring and ring until he picks up “Babe? Im so sorry, work was crazy” he explains and I cut across “I need you here, I’ve gone into labor” I explain. “Shit, okay.. I’ll have Mom come and pick her up” he says fast and I shake my head “no you know she won’t let us do this alone” I sigh. “Okay, okay.. I’ll.. what about Juno?” He offers and I nod “yeah, just.. just get her here” I say as I clearly get closer to another contraction.

With in minutes, Juno comes in and looks around, I’m still on my knees in the kitchen. “Juno! She’s asleep there, she should sleep through, please just.. don’t tell them that they’re coming yeah?” I ask and she nods “I’ve got you, I won’t say a thing.. I trust you won’t say a thing in a few months when it’s my turn” she smiles softly and I beam at her “you’re kidding me?!” I ask as I get up and go to her, wrapping my arms around her “that’s amazing, I.. I’m so happy for you” I giggle. “Thank you, I’m ten weeks” she blushes. I knew that her and her girlfriend wanted a baby, but I didn’t expect her to do it at 17 and I have no idea who the dad is, but her face.. she’s so happy. “I’m so proud of you” I smile and tuck some hair back behind her ear.

“Babe?! Lena!?” Charles shouts and Juno shakes her head as if to say not to tell him. “I’ve got you” I whisper and rub her back before shouting “kitchen!”. “It’s our secret” I nod to her and squeal excitedly before he comes through. “Hey Juju” he smiles and rubs her back “hey bro, I’m going, I just came for Missy” she smiles and gets her bag and heads on out, leaving us alone.

“So you’re okay?” He checks and I nod “they’re still pretty far apart” I explain and drop the towel, letting him see my belly through the tight suit. I watch his face and see his nose flare “fuck” he whispers. I can’t help but smile as I lead to the couch “coming?” I ask and he nods, following as I go. I lay down and open my legs “I guess I need to make room right?” I ask shyly and bite my lip “I mean.. the head is going to be huge at forty weeks and I’m so tight..” I sigh, watching him get all hot and bothered.

“I..” he starts and I laugh a little “we have time, I’m not feeling movement or anything.. want to stretch me?” I offer and he swallows thickly. “There are some objects over there.. I want to push before I have to push” I say softly and he just gets up and goes for them. I go to take my swimsuit off and he shakes his head “I want that on.. I want you to struggle” he says calmly and I nod “as you please sir”.

He comes back with an inflatable ball, looking at me and I nod “you need to put it in.. how can I push it out otherwise?” I say innocently. He nods and picks up some lube, rubbing it all over me. He slides his fingers in and I groan a little before he pushes the ball in and starts to inflate it. I feel it expanding inside of me, I wouldn’t be able to play for long before baby works their way down. He starts pumping, I usually do two, maybe three. “You need to feel like you can’t do it.. practice” he smirks and I swallow thickly.

Once it’s in, I start to get a contraction and I look at him, immediately zoning out and needing to focus properly. “Come on.. this is the time to push” he tells me and my eyes widen. I pull both legs back, which is already uncomfortable, and I push a little but it scares me “babe, no, I can’t.. deflate it” I demand and he shakes his head “you need to push” he says dead pan and I start to panic, I get on my knees and look at him as I push again, cupping myself as I try to get it out. “Come out!” I groan, the contraction is not helping as I pant and wriggle through the pain. “Babe! Get it out!” I panic and he smooths my belly “it’s okay, you can do it”

“You don’t-“ I cry before pushing a finger around it “you don’t understand, I can’t get it out!” I sob and start to grunt, pushing as hard as I can. “Get it out! Get it out!” I scream “Purple! Charles, purple!!” I scream. Our codeword. “Fuck- fuck baby, I.. hold on” he says as he deflates it, pulling it out and tossing it aside, holding me and pulling me into him “baby, babe I’m so sorry, I thought-“ he starts and I shake my head “it hurt too much” I cry and just sob into him. He holds me, rocking me gently until I fall asleep. I need sleep so bad and he knows that.

I wake up about 3/4 hours later with an excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. “Mmm.. Charlie..” I grumble and rub my belly “Charlie?!” I shout seeing he’s not there. I immediately fall into a birthing breathing pattern, slowly trying to get on top of the pain until I feel a stabbing down below. “Unghh” I groan and reach to hold it “babe?!” I shout before starting to whimper through the pain. “Okay, I’m here, I’m here.. easy, babe, easy” he coaches me and I bite my lip, opening my legs again.

“Okay, we need to break these waters” he sighs and I nod, still working hard through the contraction. I’m opening up already, whether it’s just swelling or the baby, I don’t know. He pushes two fingers inside me and then nods “you’re so close” he smiles “about an eight, but we need to do this” he says softly as he puts on some gloves and a mask. “Ms Lovell” he winks and I laugh a little, the pain wearing down. “I’m just going to feel around and try to break your waters” he smirks.

“Yes doctor” I nod and lay back a little, watching him. The baby is filling me, it’s so hard but he has to have his fun. With in seconds the next contraction arrives, they are on top of eachother. “I need to hold your hand” I grumble and reach out feeling for him. He keeps his fingers inside me and then gives me his other hand. I feel his thumb on my clit, it’s all so much. “Nghh” I grunt “ahh! Baby!” I cry out as he starts to rub my clit so fast that it hurts “p-please!” I ask before he dives in and starts to suck on it “f-fuck” I mutter, the pain, the pleasure.

He starts to finger fuck me as he does all this and I just shake my head holding onto the pillow “Charlie!” I shout “Charlie! Charlie, Charlie!” I scream, partly in pain, mostly in pleasure. That’s when I feel it, the bag of waters explode inside me and flush out. I grip my thigh tightly and look to Charles “fucking hell” I mutter as I look down at the puddle in between my thighs.

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jihyuncompass · 3 years

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I saw your post about being low on inspo. This is a nsfw idea so I'm giving a heads up lol.

Sub Marius calling MC mistress/master in a needy voice to atone for his past teasings (cue missy) is a concept that drives me crazy from the day I downloaded the game.

Ohoho this idea. This idea. My god.

An Eye for an Eye

Marius x MC

Word Count: 3.2k

NSFW. Only read if 18+. Details under the cut.

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, Dom/Sub dynamics, mastrubation, blowjob, AFAB reader

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He could have seen this coming, he should have seen this coming. Marius’s eyes followed her as she approached him. She had that look in her eyes, the one that never failed to send his mind into overdrive. He tried not to let his excitement show, he didn’t want to spoil the fun.

Shifting in his seat Marius leaned against the back of the plush chair. His heart rate was starting to pick up, anticipation building up in his body. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to keep it together.

“Marius.” She said in a sweet and low tone. She leaned over him, lifting his chin up with her fingers. Forcing him to meet her darkening gaze, sending a thrill down his spine. Marius leaned forward a bit, trying to get closer to her.

“Yes missy?” He responded, voice matching her’s. He kept his focus on her.

She got closer to him, heat radiating off of her body. “You know you’ve been quite the troublemaker today.”

“Have I?” Marius said.

She hummed and let the light grip on his hair tighten. Without thinking Marius moved closer to her. “You have. Your teasing has been particularly incessant today.” She explained to him. Marius let a small smirk slip by.

“Aw, but missy.” Marius started. “Sometimes I can’t help myself.” He explained.

His teasing today had been purposeful as usual. He enjoyed watching her get so flustered. Watching her face turn red and leave her huffing at him. Maybe it was silly and childish. Like a boy tugging on a girl’s pigtails because he likes her. There was just something about the attention that made him excited.

There was of course another benefit to this behavior. A benefit he had a feeling he was going to see soon enough.

“You can’t help yourself?” She brought his head closer to her. “You really have so little self control?” He smiled again and tried to reach for her hips, purposefully brushing his fingers against the hem of her top.

“Maybe I don’t.” Marius said, trying to get closer to her. He stared into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts. He knew what he wanted from this, he searched in her eyes, hopefully she wanted the same thing too.

He reached forward and kissed her, he lifted one hand to rest on her shoulder. She kissed him back. The hand in his hair moved down to cup his cheek. Being this close to her, getting to feel her lips against the warmth and closeness of her body. It was turning his mind to mush, all he could think of was her.

As she pulled away from the kiss she met his eyes again. He smiled at her, trying to pull her back in. Still she kept herself just a few inches away from his face.

She straightened her back and stood up straight. Marius stared at her silently as she looked down at him, down to where he was already starting to strain against his pants.

“What’s got you so excited Marius?” She teased. Redness bloomed across his cheeks, he averted his gaze. She gently grabbed her chin and turned it so he’d meet her eyes again. “Is there something you want?”

Yes. He wanted to say, he wanted to beg her for what he wanted. Still he held himself together, holding onto his resolve. He leaned forward to get closer to her, resting his hands on her hips, trying to bring her closer.

Her hand moved from his chin to cup his cheek. Her thumb brushed against the flush, quickly spreading across his face. “Use your words sweetheart.” She told him.

“You know what I want.” He said. Making sure his tone got across exactly what was on his mind. She brushed her thumb across his cheek again, her smile sweet against her dark gaze.

“Do you really think I’m going to reward you after all your teasing today?” She said. Marius got himself off of the chair and got down onto his knees in front of her, eyes looking up at her, wide and begging.

“Please.” He started, letting his teasing and bratty facade slip away. Letting the vulnerable neediness show through in his face. “Please mistress.” The words slipped through his lips without much of a thought. Her eyes briefly widened in shock as she took a sharp breath.

After another moment the shock disappeared from her face, being replaced with a teasing gaze that seemed almost eerily similar to his own. “I guess I could give you a little something.” She said, using one hand to push his hair away from his eyes. Lightly pulling on the strands as she did. Letting go of his hair she walked past him, taking a seat in the chair Marius had previously been sitting in. On his knees he turned to face her again.

She made herself comfortable, eyes never leaving him. Resting her chin on her hand she gave him his first instruction.

“Take your clothes off for me.” She told him. He nodded, quickly shedding his jacket and throwing it away from himself, he continued with his shirt, tossing it right next to his jacket. Leaving his chest completely bare for her. The way she was smiling at him gave him the encouragement he needed to reach down and unbuckle his belt, pushing the rest of his clothing down past his thighs and after some maneuvering off of his body.

Completely exposed, she took him all in. The redness in his face that was quickly spreading down his neck, his once neat hair now wild from her hands in it. In his eyes she saw that needy intensity he always seemed to get during times like this. Her eyes trailed down his chest and abdomen, finally stopping to admire his fully erect cock. Already red with precum glistening at the tip.

Letting a smile slip through she lifted her gaze back to his face. “Now, are you going to be good for me?” She asked him, raising her brow at him. Marius nodded, stopping when her gaze towards him turned sharper.

“Yes.” He said.

“Yes what?”

Marius’s face burned but he looked into her eyes as he spoke again. “Yes mistress.” She didn’t fight the smile on her face. He looked so beautiful like this, she wished she had his painting skills so she could capture this moment. Instead she tried to take a mental image of him like this, trying to take in every detail.

“Good boy.” She said. “Touch yourself for me, that way you like it.”

Marius didn’t need to be told twice. He swiftly wrapped his fingers around his shaft, and started to stroke himself. Using his thumb to spread the accumulated precum down his shaft to make the motion. A shaky breath escaped his throat, his eyes closed as he focused on the feeling quickly spreading through his body. Even without looking at her he could feel her eyes on him, watching his every move and every heavy breath.

With each jerk of his wrist another wave of pleasure went through his body. Steadily taking over his body and making his mind hazy. He couldn’t have even cared if he was being loud or if his knees ached from his position on the floor. All he could care about right now was how good it felt.

His breaths were heavy with moans, the occasional whine escaping in between. That sound was like the sweetest music to her ears. Trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs she never let her eyes leave him. A small voice in her head was saying she should take over for him, let her be the one to do the work.

Later. She told herself, this image was far too enjoyable for right now. Without him even speaking a word she could see how close he was getting, how ragged his breaths and moans were becoming, how fast his hand moved as he stroked himself. He was getting close, so close, it could be any second now.

“Stop.” She instructed. Her voice broke him out of his haze, his hand stopped. His chest heaved as he opened his eyes to glance up at her. Smiling down at him with a sweetly sadistic smile.

“Why-” She cut him off before he could even finish the word. Grabbing a handful of hair she pulled his hair to make him look up at her.

“I never said this was a reward.” She said. Marius opened his mouth to speak again but the tighter grip on his hair stopped him before he could even make a sound. “You don’t interrupt your mistress.” She chastised.

His face fell into a pout. He tried to give her the best begging eyes he could, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

“I’m sorry mistress.” He said. She released her grip on his hair, gently rubbing the spot to soothe the aching strands.

“That’s right.” Her hand travelled down to cup his cheek, letting him lean into her hand. “You know Marius, you can behave so well when you choose to.” She admired how he sought out her touch, how desperately he wanted her.

She lingered for a few moments longer before pulling away her hand. Marius looked calmer, which is what she had been aiming for. As her hand pulled away his eyes went back up towards her. Awaiting her next words like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“You can touch yourself again, harder this time.” She told him. He smiled and nodded.

“Yes mistress, thank you mistress.” He said. He returned his attention to his throbbing erection, only needing a few quick strokes to get back to that state of pleasure he’d been in before. Mind filled with nothing but heat and intense sensation. Doing it just as she said he made sure his movements were faster and more intense. Each second made him lose control a little bit more than before.

“Does that feel good, baby?” She asked him, her hand tracing patterns into his shoulder. He nodded furiously. “You’re doing a very good job.” Even with his eyes squeezed closed he felt the way she was watching him still.

Each motion was getting more intense, he could feel that familiar pressure starting to build up. Just a little more like this, just a little bit more, just a little-

“Stop.” She said. He cried out as he let go of himself, looking up at her again. The pressure inside him already starting to decrease. “You were close weren’t you?” He nodded but she didn’t find that answer satisfactory. “Remember baby, use your words.”

Swallowing a lump in his throat he struggled to speak above a whisper. “Yes, I was close.”

This was all on purpose, Marius knew that. She was going to force him to edge himself until she determined when he could finish. She could do this for hours if she so wished. The very thought of that brought tears to his eyes. His cock was already throbbing painfully, his whole body shaking with need.

Running her hands over his shoulders and rubbing his back she soothed him, but with every one of his nerves lit up even the smallest of touches was making him ache. He rested his head against her leg. Burying his face against her thigh.

“You know what’s happening sweetheart.” She said. “You’ve teased me all day with your jokes and comments. So now I’m teasing you.”

He didn’t see how the two could even be equivalent, but he didn’t question her. He did want to finish at some point after all, and any smart remark would earn him another failed finish.

Pushing his sweat soaked hair away from his eyes she made sure that he met her eyes. As sweet as her face was, her eyes were filled with her own pleasure seeing him like this. So needy and begging.

“Can you keep going?” She asked him softly. Breaking out of the sweet but sadistic tone she’d been using before. “Are you okay Marius?”

Taking a breath to pull himself together he nodded. “I’m okay. I wanna keep going.”

She nodded back. Leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then returning to her previous posture. “Sit up straight baby, keep your eyes on me.”

Although he moved slowly he straightened his back and repositioned his knees on the floor. He was probably going to have bruises there by the end of this, she thought. She’d make sure to take care of that later.

“You know what I’m going to tell you don’t you?” She asked. He nodded, she smiled at his understanding. “Very good. You’ve been listening well.” Marius blushed at her compliment, somehow becoming even redder than he already was. “Go ahead, you have my permission to get back to it.”

Just like the two times before he held his shaft in his hand, he was getting so sensitive now. Even just the act of wrapping his fingers around himself sent a shiver throughout his whole body. Still he moved his hand up and down, just as before.

The cycle continued again. He’d stroke himself to the point of near completion before she’d tell him to stop before letting him continue again once he’d come down from the edge. With each cycle the time it would take for him to get close to finishing was getting shorter and shorter.

She kept a mentally tally in her head of how many times she’d made him do this. This wasn’t the first time she’d edged him, but this was the first time he’d managed to go so many cycles. In the past she’d managed maybe two or three rounds at most before he’d beg for her to let him be done. This time he had already broken his previous record. Despite that though, he was getting close to the end of his rope.

“Stop.” She told him after another round. Marius cried out, tears filling his eyes, she could see how his body was starting to shake with oversensitivity. Marius leaned forward to rest against her knee, eyes closed with a growing exhaustion. She wiped one of the tears from his eyes, her other hand massaging his back and shoulders to help him relax.

In this state he was so far from the Marius she’d seen this morning. How he’d teased her with a confident air around him, a smirk on his lips that made her question if she should punch him or kiss him. Now he was on his knees, holding her leg for support, completely at her mercy.

“Good boy Marius.” She said. “You’ve been so good.” He weakly lifted his head to look at her. She smiled at him, all sweetness this time. “I think you’ve atoned for your teasing earlier today.” His head perked up, was she saying what he thought she was saying?

His voice was getting weak but he spoke nonetheless. “Yes mistress.”

“I think you’ve earned your reward. Do you think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes, please mistress.” She leaned forward in her seat.

“Come up here, take my seat.” Standing up she helped him stand on his weak knees. Collapsing into the chair Marius watched her as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. The same position he’d been in just moments earlier.

Her hand trailed up his thigh, her fingers gently taking hold of the base of his shaft. He breathed out a moan. Despite his own work her hand always felt a million times better than his could ever.

After a few strokes she opened her mouth to push his tip between her lips. The instant warmth made him moan loudly. Her tongue swirled around the tip, spending a long moment to focus on it before moving her head down to take more of him in. The warm softness of her mouth sent waves of white hot pleasure through him.

Hollowing out her cheeks she took as much of him as she could. Using her hand to hold the rest of his cock she couldn’t quite fit. Just as quickly as she took him in she started to bob her head up and down. Humming as she went down on him, the vibrations sending even more pleasure straight through him.

“Ah-” He gasped. “That’s so good.” He reached down to hold the back of her head, encouraging her to keep going. One of her hands gripped his thigh, her eyes closed in deep concentration.

His mind was growing fuzzy again. There was nothing he could focus on besides the intense pleasure he was feeling. His breaths were labored as he sat there, his moans growing louder and higher in pitch as she forced herself to take more of him.

That overwhelmingly familiar pressure was building again, this time he didn’t try and keep it away. He forced his eyes open to look at her, to focus on her, her lips were getting swollen already, spit and precum making them glisten.

“I’m-” He started, another moan cutting him off. “I’m going to finish mistress I need to I-” He gasped as he felt the pressure inside him explode, his vision went white as he cried loudly. His hold on her head tightened and held her there as he felt himself finish inside her mouth, the way she quietly groaned sending another shock through him.

Removing his hands from her head he pushed his hair out of his face. His entire body was left a weak shaking mess. His chest heaved as he looked down at her. She released his softening cock from her mouth with a wet pop.

She stood up and leaned close to him, making sure he saw some of his cumt that lingered on her lips. Despite his shaking body he leaned forward to kiss her. He didn’t even care that he could taste the bitter fluid. He just needed to kiss her, he needed that more than anything else in the world.

Marius pulled her in to sit on his lap, wanting to keep her close. She broke away from the kiss, holding his face in her hands.

“Was that too much?” She asked him. He shook his head.

“No.” He answered as a whisper. He held her close to him.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay.” He said. She kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry for teasing you so much earlier.”

“You’re not sorry.” She joked. Marius laughed weakly.

“No, I’m not.” He sighed, smiling at her. “You’re okay too?”

“Mmhm.” She nodded. Marius kissed her again, melting against her.

After a few more gentle kisses he pulled away just a few centimeters. “Is it my turn to make you feel good missy?”

She smiled at him and smoothed down his hair. “Let’s rest a bit first. Come on, let’s go to your bedroom, lie down for a bit.” He nodded but hesitated to let go of her. “Marius?”

“Just one more moment.” He said. “Just one more.”

Pressing another kiss to his forehead she obliged. Letting him hold her like she was the whole world, and her holding him back. Like he was the whole universe.

#tears of themis #tot #not for minors #listen i was gonna make this short and simple #but this idea was far too good so i had to go all out #marius von hagen #marius x reader #lu jinghe x reader #lu jinghe #thank you anon for this gift #I had a ton of fun writing this out <3

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najatheangel · 3 years

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𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

pairing: liu yangyang x reader

now playing: foreign by trey songz

genre: very spicy and comedy.

requested by: @bigbrainenergytingz ❤️ (sorry boo this one is a little longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoyed! )

summary: badboy!yangyang crushing on the new female foreign exchange student!reader. Slowly she starts to turn him on and he demands to see her in the library to give her a piece of his mind and body.

“Class here’s our new exchange student from the Dominican Republic! She’s staying here for the 6-month program and she’s a junior. Everyone please be nice and give a big welcome to y/fn. y/ln”

You slowly walk in adjusting your boarding school uniform you received in the dorm today. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and it revealed your legs so it made your walk slightly awkward, but the class didn’t seem to care since they were already staring at you admiring how lovely you looked especially the guy in the leather jacket sitting in the very back, yangyang.

“A pleasure to meet your class, I’ll promise to work hard and do my best.” Your English accent shocked everyone and made all the girls hype you up. All the guys fell in love with you even more, but of course, you had your eye on one man only the rebel, playboy, mastermind, and leader of the Wayv Biker Club Liu Yangyang.

“Bro she’s looking dead at you. I think she wants you, man.” Lucas nudges and ruffles yanyang’s hair as you walk right in front of him and sit at the desk right in front of him. Yangyang leans back and whispers back at Lucas saying “You think so huh? I’ve never done it with a foreign exchange student before. Let’s see what she’s all about.” He gives Lucas a quick fist bump and proceeds to give his attention back to you.

The whole class time, he kept his eyes on you, biting his lip thinking how he’s going to make his first move. As his fellow friend, Mark would always say “You got to seize the opportunity.” And just that he was fired up waiting for the perfect opportunity.

As soon as the bell rang, he ran up to principal Tate begging if he could shadow you around the school just so he could find a way to get closer to you.

Principal Tate rolled her eyes as she ignored to young man pouting at his suggestion. “Listen Yangyang, the last few times I let you shadow a new female student it becomes the talk of the town that you bang them, and then I have to talk to their parents about it over and over again.”

He blocks the door preventing her from getting inside the office. He whines again “Please, she’s different! I will seriously not get her in trouble this time. Can I at least show her the bottom floor of the school and I’ll let you live?”

The principal rolls her eyes one last time and writes a demerit slip as a warning in case yangyang doesn’t follow through with his task. “Fine, only show her the cafeteria, gym, and library, but that’s it. If you take any longer than an hour, then you are in big trouble. Got it?” Yangyang gives her a soft grin thanking her. “No need to worry principal Tate you have my word, see you tomorrow for my after-school detention.”

She shakes her head as he runs after you to your locker screaming your name like an excited school girl. “Ugh, how does his mother deal with him all day every day.”

…

He leans against your locker as he notices you grabbing your packed homemade lunch. “Hey I don't know if you forgot about me, but let me introduce myself. My name is Yangyang and I’m your shadow for the 2nd half of the day.”

You looked at him clutching your lunch box nervously, but at the same time smiling interested in spending your time with him. "Well might as well, you've been staring at me all day in class. Show me around."

Yangyang clears his throat responding back by saying "Uh, was I? My bad love, it's a bad habit. You can follow me Miss Y/Ln. Yangyang walks downstairs with you offering to hold your backpack showing you the cafeteria. The cafeteria of course had served the best expensive meals for students that prefer not to cook in their dorms and also have their tables separated by cliques. Yangyang just so happened to sit in the school rebels aka trouble makers section.

His friends Lucas, CJ, Samuel, and Hendery were smacking their lips eating their pork rice bowl as they see you walking across the cafeteria together with his arm wrapped around his shoulder looking lovey-dovey.

Hendery winked at yangyang and the rest of the boys cheered the two of you on loving how the two of you walk what seems like in slow motion in front of everyone. "Okay, then my boy getting him some. Make sure you meet tonight at the garage to fix our motorcycle like you promised."

Yangyang looks to the side slightly blushing at the boy's comments but gives them a nod before sitting right next to you.

"Sorry, sometimes my friends can be such idiots. Let's eat shall we." The boys moan and make sexual jokes in the background making fun of yangyang even more until he throws an onigiri at them leaving you laughing.

"No it's alright, I never laughed this much in a long time. You guys make the perfect group." Your laugh makes him melt into a bigger puddle making him spill his miso soup all over his pants.

"Oh no! I'm very sorry. Let me clean that off for you" You panic grabbing napkins out of the napkin holder and run to sit very close to yangyang wiping his pants aggressively.

He gulps looking very close to your eyes all the way down to your lap but instantly snaps out of it trying to keep his cool. "Oh no it's getting worst, what should I do?"

The more you wipe the harder time he is having controlling his urges. What made him snap was when you slide his leather jacket off to wipe the stain off his thin white dress shirt. "Okay, that's enough. I can't do this, you're coming with me."

He gets up quickly grabbing you with him speeding towards the library.

...

Yangyang closes the door behind him before checking if anyone dares to come inside. He takes you all the way back to the library back to the romance book section where all the so-called "hook-ups" usually happen and push you against the bookshelf.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you intensely saying "Now I got you where I want you. Why do you keep teasing me? I see right through you."

You finally sigh giving up the innocent act and unleash your true flirty, freaky and confident side. "So you've finally caught me huh. Well, it's not a secret all the girls want you here. So I figured I'd give it try besides your not the innocent one either."

You play with the buttons on his shirt making it harder for him to focus. "Your gonna get me in trouble again if you keep it up, missy."

You giggle and proceed by whispering in his ear in your accent that he loved hearing since you came to the school. "Well, you're the trouble maker for a reason. It won't be bad for one more day."

"I swear to" You cut him off by pulling his shirt down and kissing him softly. "Are you sure you don't want me? I can see it all over your face. Don't deny it just give in already."

Yangyang groans and lifts you up kissing you back against the bookshelf. His kisses become more wet leaving you out of breath and begging for more. He unbuttons your shirt leaving more wet kisses down your neck making you squeal.

"Shhh quiet down. People are trying to study." He teases when clearly no one is here. You slap him lightly and bring his face against your chest letting him play with your boobs.

To make the atmosphere hotter, he starts moving closer to you, lifts your skirt up, and starts grinding against you. "Mmmph, try to keep quiet now. I'll open the door back up and let the whole school hear you scream my name." He chuckles as his movements go slightly faster.

You wrap your arms around him tighter to keep his body as close to you as possible, but that ends quickly when the lunch bell rings.

"Shit- I forgot about Trigonometry!" You panic again as you adjust your skirt and button your shirt back up. You run to grab your backpack and give him one last kiss before running out of the library.

"I'm sorry babe, but can't slip up on my first day. We can continue this later. See ya." You wave skipping out of the library.

Yangyang pouts yelling "Wait, but I didn't get to cum yet. Ugh, man I can't wait to see her again." He smirks adjusting his leather jacket but realizes he smells the leftover soup all over his uniform.

"Crap, I still gotta clean this up."

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unprofessional-bard · 3 years

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Don't Push It, Pt. 1

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Part 2 (1/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), a lot of teasing/sexual tension, implied romantic feelings.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 5.280

Author's Note: Okay y'all so I am a whore for Joel with long hair and I unintentionally made this into a fix-it au where Joel is alive. Also, the reader is going to have some OC characteristics to fit the scenario better. Finally, this fic changes POV's a lot, so I'm gonna clear that up:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with Joel's POV.

Enjoy!

gif credits: nikolai-stavrogin

"Hey, Joel," Dina called over to the man sipping coffee on his porch.

"Mornin' Dina," He replied as his daughter's girlfriend walked over to him. Her baby bump had grown a little more and it never failed to put a smile on Joel's face.

"There's a little trouble with the patrol today," She said. "Jesse won't be able to make it to patrol with (Y/N)."

Shit.

"And they're askin' me to fill in?" He sat up a little.

"Yup, Maria told me to ask you if-"

"No problem, sure, I'll do it." He spoke nonchalantly, then asked if Jesse was alright. Dina told him she wasn't sure, that it must be something important for him to miss patrol, which made Joel nod: "You told (Y/N) too, or...?"

"No, but she's gonna be there regardless. I doubt that she knows."

"Alright, thanks Dina," Joel got up and she smiled in return before walking over to Ellie's place.

It was wrong. By the lord it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were fierce, confident, determined and disciplined; qualities he came to appreciate in time, but a bit differently only when it came to you. He shouldn't want you, an unknown source in his mind kept telling himself, but he did. He didn't know why, he never found himself being attracted to a woman your age, yet you had him under your spell. Oh the things you did to him...

Worst part was, he couldn't have you, whether he liked it or not. Nevermind the fact that you were too young for him, you probably didn't want him anyways- despite the crystal clear signals he got from you. It was just how you were, though: A little physical and perhaps a little flirty, but he could just be confusing that with your confidence.

Or he could be overthinking everything.

Joel readied his backpack, but realised there was still a little more than an hour before the rendez-vous, so he decided to head over to your place to tell you about the news to kill some time. After he made it there and knocked on your door while calling your name a couple of times, which were left unanswered, your neighbour curiously looked over the fences and called over to Joel: "She left a while ago... For the gym, I think."

"Thank you," Joel smiled politely and earned a wave from the lady in return. He took his time as he walked over to the gym. After he arrived, he looked around for awhile to spot where you were, but when he found it, the sight almost made him choke.

There you were, ankles crossed as you pulled yourself up and chin over the barfix with closed eyes, a frown and a clenched jaw. Sweat laced the sides of your face and Joel's eyes wandered lower: You were wearing a sports bra and matching shorts which hugged your frame tightly and the sun was shining directly onto your muscles, which the lord himself carved out and were also sweaty, but Joel didn't care - it made you look more attractive, if anything. You let out a huff and lowered yourself down, while he tried to collect himself. He didn't want to disturb you so he decided to wait until you finished...

...but you didn't seem to be finishing any time soon. He didn't want to look like a creep as he stood there and waited, so after you did another pull up and let yourself down, he cleared his throat.

----R

"(Y/N), here you are."

Had you not been already hanging, you definitely would've fell when you heard Joel's voice reach your ears. You opened your eyes to see him slowly approach you, his stupid thumb stuck in behind his stupid belt.

You hated it: You hated finding this man attractive and you hated your guts for occasionally flirting with him - him, who probably would never look at you the way you looked at him. He liked you, of course, he enjoyed your company but not the way you wanted him to. You hated that you had a crush on this man, who became even more gorgeous as he let his hair grow over the last few years, you also hated how he neatly parted it to the left.

Patrol with him was both a treat and a curse at the same time. You got to spend time with him, which made it a treat, but when you watched him- saw him in action, how aggressive he was, heat started to pool between your thighs. He was so rough and precise as he was smart; he always knew what to do under any circumstance, so you almost never worried when you went out with him. He made you feel safe, praised you and played with your heart when he responded to your flirting and nothing came out of it.

You hated it because your little "crush" on him was pathetic, for someone as confident as you. Sure, you teased and flirted with him, but one praise as simple as you did well today and you'd be melting on spot. You even tried to get with other people to distract yourself, to no avail. They weren't Joel.

None of them could ever be Joel.

"Good morning!" You said with a high pitched voice, reflecting your struggle to keep yourself up.

"To you too," He chuckled at your state and watched as you pulled yourself up slowly. "Hey, listen. Jesse ain't gonna make it to patrol today so I'm fillin' in for him."

----B

The way you faltered a little didn't escape him: "Why? Is he okay?"

"I dunno, but I'm sure he is. Something important must've come up," Joel informed you, not wanting to worry you as you seemed to care about him. A lot. Ugh.

"Tsk," You breathed out and closed your eyes to focus on keeping your head above the metal bar.

Joel then spoke again: "Yeah, I was just here to let ya know."

"Okay, well-" You exhaled audibly and suddenly let yourself go. The force of the action sent you flying a little and it almost made you bump into him: "Woah, oh, sorry-"

"Woah there," You both chuckled at the same time. Joel held you by your elbows to help you balance yourself and your heart rate picked up pace when you realised how close your face was to his chest a moment ago - the chest you wanted to get your hands on: How muscular was he? How many scars did he have there? How would it feel to run your fingers through the hair as you ro-

"Uhm, yeah, as I was saying," You snapped yourself back to reality and took a small step back, disappointed by the way his fingers let go of your arms: "I'm done here, just need to do a couple of stretches, then head back and take shower."

"Right. Well, I'll see you at the gate, then?"

"Uh, sure, yeah."

You didn't know what else to say other than stay. You wanted him near you and around you, you wanted to show off to him and you wanted his attention, so you had to think quick.

Joel didn't want to leave either, even though you were going to spend the whole day together. He still nodded and turned around to leave. It was then, when a brilliant idea crossed your mind: "Actually, Joel?" He turned around, gave you a soft look that made you want to run up to him and kiss all over his face. "Could you help me with my stretches?"

If he'd been drinking or eating anything, he most definitely would've choked: "Help you?"

"Yeah," You flashed a smile at him. "It's simple, you just gotta press me down and keep me in place." The widening of his eyes, puzzled face and his tense posture made you shy. "Eh- Normally, Jesse helped me with them."

True. Some stretches required someone to push your body to its limits - when you worked out alone, you stuck to simpler stretches, but right now, you needed a reason to have him by your side.

Joel was torn between leaving, like a responsible person who knew when to walk away would. He was responsible, yes, but his moral compass was thrown out of the window whenever you joined the picture. So far, he wanted to think he was handling his emotions well- by not acting on them and not talking about them.

Now, however, it was as if he was facing the last straw. He had a few boundaries left to cross, and this was one of them.

"Plus, I'm a bit tired to do them. Will you help me?"

Lies. All lies.

You'd been doing these stretches for long enough, even though you'd worked hard, you weren't tired at all. Joel thought this to be the case, so he tried to go around it: "You sure? I mean, how're you tired?"

"I've been training like hell this morning," You settled on the mat. "I don't wanna do these stretches, but I have to. I'm not in the mood to pull a muscle today."

That was good enough for him really: "'Kay," He sighed. "What do you need me to do?"

Your eyes glowed in excitement before you faced forward and explained: "Im gonna lean forward, like this-" You extended your legs forward and lowered yourself down. "All you gotta do is press on my back and stop me from moving away for a few seconds."

A few seconds which felt like five minutes, truth be told.

As soon as he touched your bare back, you sighed, then forced it into a hiss. He immediately retreated his hands, thinking he hurt you, pushing the ludicrous idea that you might have moaned away immediately.

His hands were big and a little cold comparing to your skin which was on fire after the workout, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do that on purpose. You straightened up and looked at him with an innocent smile: "Your hands are cold."

Not cold enough to make you react like that, obviously.

Joel offered an awkward chuckle from the back of his throat: "You're gonna have to deal with it, missy."

And deal with it you did- barely. Christ, that was a bad idea, your worst one yet. To have his hands on your bare skin, pressing you down made your cheeks burn and mouth hang open as he kept you in place. You almost didn't hear him when he spoke, too busy trying to comprehend the size of his hands and how they'd feel around your throa-

"How many of these do you gotta do?"

"Uh, dunno," You blurted out. "Not too many."

Joel was partly glad, it felt so wrong yet it was just a simple act of help you could've asked from anyone. After 20 seconds of staying like that, you straightened. You went into a head-to-knee position and gave him an okay to press you down again.

You switched to the other leg after half a minute, but you were running out of ideas. There weren't any positions left that you could use his help with, so you played one last card to ruin him: "More."

"W-What?"

Good riddance.

"Press a little harder," You pretended to focus and tried your best not to smirk, knowing you had him where you wanted.

"Oh- hm," He cleared his throat and pressed a little more down on your back. If your plan hadn't backfired and made you almost moan through your teeth, everything was going accordingly.

Joel went to pull back, but stopped when you added: "It's been a while since I did these..."

Christ.

"That enough?" He slowly retreated his hands and stood up, watching you lean up where you sat.

"Yup, that'll be it," You smiled and blinked a couple of times. If Joel had known better, he would've thought you were making him do that, then being all cute on purpose-

It was going to be a long day.

----R

Patrol with the older Miller went as normally as it always was. Part one usually went like this: Meet up at the gate, get your rifles and horses, ride out, reach checkpoint one and sign your names. The road to checkpoint one didn't have any trouble, it usually never did. It was more quiet between you two than usual though. Had you gone too far?

"So, uh," You said once the two of you mounted your horses again. "You coming to the dance tonight?"

"What?" He snapped his head in your direction, looking clueless. "What dance?"

"Well, not a dance exactly but- you know what I mean?" You started riding. "The adults only event?"

He looked really distracted, a bit tense even: "Oh, right. You know those ain't my thing."

"I know," You nodded with a soft smile. "But I haven't seen you in any event ever since you decked Seth."

"Decked?" Joel chuckled bitterly at the memory.

"He deserved it, and more, that prick," You rolled your eyes, making him chortle.

"And nobody managed to shut up about it for the whole month," He sighed with a gorgeous yet tired smile on his face which you managed to see just in time. "So, no thanks. I'll pass."

"Aw, come on," You whined. "You can't avoid coming to these events forever. Please?"

He gave you a confused look, his smile slowly disappearing but not in a bad way: "Why?"

A good question. Oh, no reason, just wanna try and make a move on you, quite possibly jump your bones if it all goes well.

"I wanna make sure you haven't lost your ability to socialise." You offered.

"Really? Why, you're my momma now?"

"Ew, no," You both laughed. "Can't I be sure my friend is alive and well occasionally?"

----J

Friend.

A word that made Joel stop and think.

You saw him as a friend, huh? Two people, with clear sexual tension and an obvious age gap between them- Friends was an awkward description for him, but it was better than nothing.

He opened his mouth to reply, to insist that he was indeed alive and well, but you stopped him: "You know what I mean."

The conversation was making him a little distracted, he noticed, so he decided to keep his mouth shut until you reached checkpoint two. You didn't press him on, which was also a delight. That's another thing he liked about you: You knew your bounds- in patrol anyways. Or maybe it was because you got to know him well over the time, knew what he liked or not.

Part two went quieter too- infected and conversation wise. Not even a single runner was on sight as you swept through the small cabins and houses. Except for the occasional clear's and nothing here's, you didn't say anything else. Joel itched to talk to you, about anything to break the silence, but he was too lost in thought.

When you finally made it back to Jackson, you finally spoke up: "So? You coming?" He chuckled, mostly out of relief, then you added: "I found a new outfit, I wanna know what you think."

That caught Joel's attention. With a curious smile, after handing over your horses, he asked: "What outfit?"

"You'll see... If you come." You smirked, your close proximity making Joel's heart race.

"Don't get your hopes up," He sighed with a small grin and tucked his thumb behind his belt, the other one gripping the strap of his rifle.

"You're the worst," You punched his shoulder with mock upset, making him chortle and stumble a little to the right. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then."

Joel remained quiet, then you walked away with a soft smile gracing your lips. The words sunk deeper than he would've liked, a sudden wave of guilt soaking his guts with regret, even though you didn't sound disappointed or upset. Lips pursed, he watched you hand your rifle to Peter and sign off, then leave; his steps coming to a halt as you did.

He just might check out what was up at the dance tonight, if he could successfully move himself out of his comfort zone in the following few hours.

----R

"Well well, look who it is," Tommy grinned when you approached the doors of the pub. The night had settled across the sky by the time you stepped outside your place. The sound of music and chatter of the people from inside filled your ears.

"Yours truly," You smirked. "It's crowded in there huh?"

"It sure is," Tommy said as he turned around to lead you inside. "Adults only events tend to attract more people, as y'can guess. Don't you look pretty today."

"Why thank you." You smiled playfully: "For no one, but myself, at that."

You lied through your teeth. You had dressed up in the silly hope that Joel would actually show up. You had been planning on it ever since you came across the item wrapped around your hips in an abandoned clothes shop a few weeks ago, and this event was the perfect excuse for you to wear it. For him.

"I ain't sayin' nothing!" Tommy raised his hands up in defense. "Figured that much, haven't seen anyone catch your interest in a long time."

Ha. Nice.

The atmosphere was lively and the air was warm, full of energy. Chatter and dancing went about the packs of people scattered across the space, but you couldn't see Joel, much to your disappointment - you weren't surprised though. What surprised you was Jesse suddenly showing up.

"Where's Ellie and Dina?" You asked after a while of teasing him about missing patrol.

"They decided to stay behind, I guess." He shrugged.

"What can I get y'all?" Tommy smiled, suddenly appearing behind the counter. Without waiting for an answer, he filled two glasses and pushed them towards you. You and Jesse looked at each other for a brief moment, before knocking it back at one go. "Woah there..."

A round of laughter later, you felt someone's presence behind you, then they tapped you on the shoulder: "Hey, (Y/N)!"

Much to your disappointment, once more, it was a boy named Mark. He was a year older than you, had no features whatsoever matching Joel's prettier ones and he took an obvious liking to you, which in truth you didn't appreciate, even though he wasn't weird about it or anything. You faked a smile and turned to him a little: "Hi."

"Good to see you," Sure. "How, uh, how are you?"

"Busy, actually," You pointed at the glass Tommy was refilling for you.

"Mind if I join?" He made himself comfortable on the stool next to you.

"Yeah. I do." Your smile never faded but your words were laced with poison.

He looked between you, Tommy and Jesse, mortified at your answer: "W- Heh, well, would you wanna dance later, then-?"

"No, I don't." You spoke calmly and turned to face Jesse again, only for him to move to tap you on the shoulder, which Tommy stopped from happening.

"Why don't you go home, huh?" He grabbed his wrist firmly, but not hard enough to leave a bruise of course. "The lack of oxygen in your brain's clearly stoppin' you from understandin' a word as simple as no."

You looked over at the younger Miller, a stern look on his face which seemed to make Mark piss himself. Suddenly, an even deeper voice was heard behind the boy: "I advise you to listen to him, son."

You turned completely in your seat to see Joel grabbing Mark by the shoulders, making him jump, then remove him from the seat carefully. Mark's legs were quick to oblige, making him walk towards the exit, but Joel held him in place: "A-ah, what do you say to the lady?"

"I'm s-sorry, (Y/N)," He nodded quickly. "I'll never disturb you again, I promise."

"Good boy," Joel patted him on the back, which sent him running to the door. Your cheeks were suddenly burning and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Tsk, what a jackass," Tommy nodded disapprovingly as Joel took the now empty space next to you.

"You decided to show then, huh?" You smirked at Joel.

"Yeah, figured you'd break someone's wrists and make 'em eat it," He chuckled, tipping his head at his brother in a greeting -God he looked so handsome, was that a new shirt?- before he continued: "Decided it'd be a shame to miss it."

You giggled and lightly pushed at his arm, almost immediately feeling the muscles underneath the rolled up sleeve of his blue shirt: "I'll take that as a I came because you asked and I listened for once." The exchange, obviously, didn't go unnoticed by his brother and Jesse, which made you sit upright suddenly: "Tommy was the one who was gonna break his wrist anyways..."

"Nobody gets to disturb anyone here, especially right in front of me," He said and slid a glass to his brother.

Jesse joined in: "I doubt it, but should he ever-"

"Aw, you guys are spoiling me," You grinned and waved your hand down, pressing the other onto your chest.

----J

You looked beautiful. You were wearing a plain, dark green, mid-thigh, flare skirt; which could pass as a miniskirt, but Joel was no fashion expert. You always did come up with the rarest clothing items (like your sports set that morning), so he wasn't surprised that you happened across the skirt. You also had a simple, white, v-neck t-shirt on- which all in all was the reason you left Joel speechless: You could be wearing something as simple as these, but you'd still look so damn pretty.

A few minutes later, after Jesse and Tommy disappeared in different directions and you were finally left alone, Joel spoke up: "Is this the-"

"What made you-" You gave each other a brief look before chuckling: "You go first."

"Ah, I was gonna ask if this was the outfit you wanted me to see," He said, briefly looking down to point at your skirt.

He watched you run a hand through your hair and bite your bottom lip before answering: "Yeah..." You got up and stuffed your hands in your pockets, which made Joel's heart sizzle. "What do you think?"

He gave you a genuine smile: "I think you look beautiful."

The shock on your face made Joel panick a little, but when you offered a shy little smile, he relaxed: "You- Really?"

He gave you a single, slow nod in acknowledgement, his smile grew bigger when you beamed at him and offered him a quiet thank you, then sat back. You were staring hard at your glass, clearly avoiding his gaze and he found it rather cute, but didn't comment on it.

He was looking forward to chat with you, after all, you were the reason why he showed up, but you were unfortunately dragged away by a couple of friends, Jesse included...

To dance.

An upbeat song he didn't recognise started playing, putting you and another boy, Mick, to action. Everyone backed away to give you two space, then started off with what seemed to be something you'd been practicing for a while. You mirrored each other's moves, it was similar to some folk dance he'd watched way before the outbreak, but it most definitely wasn't a folk dance. Your arms linked occasionally, hands on your hips as you crossed each other's legs with fast movements and other types of moves Joel couldn't name if he tried, but it was organised and fun to watch. It wasn't intimate, too, just a silly little dance as you called it minutes later when you finished and walked to the bar for a drink. You didn't stay long, though, just downed your drink, winked at him and went back to the stage where you and Mick (but mostly you) stole the show.

It went on for two more rounds, to the point your t-shirts were absolutely soaked and your legs couldn't take it anymore. Joel had a particularly hard time in his seat, watching your skirt float around your thighs made him feel embarrassed with himself. Tommy even went as far as to tease him about his constant squirming, but a glare from his older brother was enough to shut him up.

The last dance finished off with you in Mick's arms, leaning back in his hold and closing your eyes with laughter. Everyone clapped you both, which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Mick- which you returned. Joel's jaw clenched unintentionally, even though you and him didn't appear to be more than friends.

Stop. Stop it, you idiot.

He couldn't care less about these types of things, drama about who's dating who and whatnot, but when it came to you he naturally grew curious.

He watched you, eyelids struggling to keep themselves open as Jesse led you and helped you onto the stool, next to Joel once more. You huffed and giggled, eyes closed with sweat droplets on your forehead. He couldn't help it when his smile grew wider at your tipsy state.

What he didn't see coming was the sudden hand on his thigh and your back against his arm, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you let out a brief laugh: "Never let me dance and drink at the same time again."

Joel didn't know what to say, he quickly looked around for Jesse only to find him already gone and a couple of people staring at the both of you. With a rush of panic, he responded: "I don't think I'm the one you should say that to, darlin'."

Your hand and the rest of your body immediately retreated when you jumped at his voice: "Joel?!" You looked a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but smirk. "Uh, where's Jesse?"

The question almost made him scrunch up his face, but he patiently waited until the end of the conversation, which was after you've walked away to find the boy in question and he was alone with his own thoughts... Jealousies...

"He dropped you off and went over there, I think." Joel nodded to the direction he thought Jesse went off to - he didn't see though, he was too busy focusing on you when your fingertips had brushed somewhere dangerously near his crotch.

"Huh," You stared around to find him, but Joel figured you were too intoxicated to actually see that far. "You need to stop wearing the same clothes."

He raised a brow at that: "You tell him that."

"Oh I will," You grinned mischievously and suddenly grabbed Joel's glass of whiskey from his hand, then downed it at one go before he could intervene.

"Hey!" He tried to grab the glass from you but you leaned back. "I think you've had enough for the night."

"Says who-?" You pouted and at the very same time, lost your balance, realising that you leaned a little too back. However, Joel caught you; one hand on your arm, the other on your waist and he pulled you back - he didn't know if you did it purposefully, but you practically fell into his body: "Oh! I'm sorry-" You laughed, not looking sorry at all. "Thanks, Joel," You purred, extending the 's' and the 'l' at the end of each word as you grabbed onto his biceps. "You saved me."

"Pfft," Joel couldn't help but let his hand linger on your waist as he made sure you stood in place. Your eyes met when you lifted your head from his chest - the meaning behind his hazel gaze and your own was similar and it lasted for what felt like a whole minute, while in reality it was no longer than a few seconds.

You finally let his arms go and he took it as his cue to remove his hand from your waist (which, for a moment, felt like it had been glued there): "So... You enjoying yourself, old man?"

Joel sighed through his nose, amused at how the alcohol in your system was slowing your speech, then went back to how he had been sitting before you came. Just when you asked, the smooth, familiar tune of Ain't No Sunshine started playing. After all the excitement, a slower music felt nice: "Sure. You?"

"Oh I sure am," You nodded and leaned back against the counter with something of a triumphant smile.

"I can tell," Joel replied, then without turning his head, side eyed you. His stare later on moved down to your skirt. "Why'd you get all dressed up for, really?"

"Huh?" You blinked, not processing if he was asking what you thought he was.

"I, uh- just never took you for the skirt type."

"Is that so?" You asked, eyes widening. "Well, just trying on a new outfit..." You looked down and bit your lower lip, making Joel's heart skip a beat. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving right then and there and continuing to talk to you: "There's actually another reason."

"Hm?"

"There's this guy," You turned towards him, placed your arm paralleled across his on the counter and leaned forward a little, pretending to look around. His fingertips scratched against the wooden surface of the counter at the mention of this guy in question. "I don't know his name, but maybe you do?"

He just raised a brow when you looked at him innocently: "He's a bit old, around this tall," Your hand went back and forth in the air as you tried to size the man's height in your mind. "Has pretty, long, graying hair with an also graying beard... A little scar on his nose," You looked at him and leaned in a little more, invading his personal space but not touching him, then pointed at the exact spot on your nose and it was then, Joel realised, that you were indeed describing himself. "He's wearing this blue shirt and, honestly, it would look better on him if he opened another button or two."

I know, I know

Hey I oughta leave young thing alone

But ain't no sunshine when she's gone

He wanted to counter, tease you back, lean down and taste your lips, then place a kiss or two on your neck and bite it softly just to hear you moan quietly into his ear- he also needed to get his shit together, as much as he wanted to do all of that.

He couldn't quite believe his self control when he leaned away from you, especially since the tip of your noses almost touched and he felt your hot breath on his lips. He cleared his throat and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking- no one had seen the rather intimate interaction so he spoke: "I don't know who that is."

The disappointment on your features was like a knife twisting up in his guts. You blinked a couple of times, but didn't lean back: "S- Sure you do..."

"I don't," Joel insisted, his voice stern. "Maybe you should look for someone else."

Your disappointment turned into embarrassment and anger, making you frown and lean back: "Excuse me."

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't no home

Anytime she goes away

And with that, you got up and stormed away, leaving Joel wanting, aching and ashamed.

Anytime she goes away

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Alexei (Part 2) Lemon

Rating: Mature Relationships: Female Human/Male Satyr Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Satyr, Arranged Marriage, Fake Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Reader Insert, Illness Words: 6143

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You left the next morning before Alexei woke, as usual, but the walk to the bathhouse, which was only across the street, was more difficult than it had been before. Within an hour, you felt exhausted and weak, as if there were steel bands constricting your chest, preventing you from taking a full breath. There was a sharp pain in your side every time you breathed in.

“You don’t sound well,” Your work neighbor, Ellie, said. “There’s a nasty whistle when you take a breath. Are you alright, lovie?”

“Yes, I’m alright,” You lied. “Don’t worry about me, I can carry on.”

“If you say so.”

At some point during the day, you were called out of the laundry room.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked the matron.

“No, dearie,” The matron said, looking concerned. “We went and called on your husband to take you home. You’ve looked like you’re going to fall into the tubs all day.”

“I can work, Madam, I’m fine,” You protested.

“Nonsense,” She said. “Let your husband take you home. The last thing I need is a corpse on my working floor, you got me, missy?”

“Yes, Madam,” You said.

Alexei stood up from where he was sitting in the front room. As soon as he saw you, his face pinched in concern.

“You’re terribly pale,” Alexei said, coming close. “What’s happened?”

“Nothing,” You gasped. “I just have a little cold or something, it’s nothing to worry about.” It was unfortunate that at that moment, your feet decided to trip over themselves and you stumbled into him.

“Oy, oy,” He said, helping you right yourself. He put a hand to your head. “My word, you are boiling, pet! Let’s get you back home and lay you down. Madam, thank you for sending for me. Will you need compensation for the time she’s not working?”

“We’ll figure that out later. Get that child in a bed.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Alexei managed to drag you back to your room and helped you out of your short cloak and shoes. He steered you toward your bedroll and lay you down in it. As soon as your body hit the blankets, it gave out and you lost consciousness.

When you woke, it was dark. You had a wet rag on your forehead, your body feeling as though you’d been trampled by horses. Though you were bundled up, you felt like you were going to freeze. Breathing was like being stabbed with knives. As you inhaled and exhaled, there was a gravelly rasp that you could feel in your lungs. You made a sound of discomfort, and suddenly Alexei’s face came into your field of vision.

“You’re awake,” He said, taking the rag from your head. “Can you sit up? You need to drink.”

“Help me,” You croaked. He wedged his arm under your shoulders and lifted you. Your body screamed in agony and you gave a pained cry. “I can’t breathe,” You told him. “I feel like I’m drowning.”

“I know,” He said, his face scrunching in sympathy. “The physician has been ‘round to see you. You have pneumonia, he says.”

“Pneumonia?” You repeated.

“Yes,” He said, tipping a cup of water for you to drink. “He doesn’t think you’re infectious, since no one you’ve been around has developed symptoms. He left me some medicine to give you, powdered willow bark and peppermint.”

“That must have been expensive,” You wheezed. “How much did it cost you?”

“Let me worry about the expense,” He said, urging you to drink more. “Just concentrate on getting better.”

“But my job…” You protested. “I’ll be sacked...”

“Stop fussing,” He admonished. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of everything. Just rest.”

“I’m cold,” You said piteously, beginning to cry.

“I know,” He said again, stroking a strand of your hair from your forehead. “It’s the fever. I can’t make you warmer or you could die.”

“It hurts,” You said. “Let me die.”

“Don’t say that. You’ll be alright,” He soothed, laying you carefully back on the bedroll. “Let me get your medicine.”

Every day, Alexei woke you four times a day for your breathing treatment, which consisted of steeping the peppermint leaves in boiling water and having you inhale the vapor, and to take some fluids, usually water, tea, or broth. He stuck to this schedule without fail, and while it irritated you, you knew somewhere in your subconscious that he was saving your life. The peppermint vapor helped ease your breathing some and the willow bark prevented the fever from becoming dangerous, but it still felt as though you were dying.

Five days in, he woke you for your treatments.

“No, I can’t,” You cried weakly.

“Yes, you can,” He said patiently. “But I want to show you something first. Let’s sit you up, pet.” He lifted you up gingerly and sat behind you so that you were resting with your back to his front and your head on his shoulder. “Can you open your eyes?”

Your eyes felt glued together, but you managed to pry them open. “What do you want to show me?”

“Look,” He said, pointing at the wall where the fireplace was. “Can you see?”

It took a moment for your eyes to focus, but when it did, you saw flowers. Hundreds, thousands of tiny flowers painted on the wall. It was a field, a meadow, and a sweet little cottage sat in the middle next to a small pond. Every color you could think of waved in the painted breeze. It was dusk, and the sky was pink-gold with fluffy clouds of silver floating along it. Little ducks, chickens, and baby goats gathered around the steps to the cottage, and there, a woman who looked much like you stood scattering seeds from a basket on her arm. She wore a crown of flowers on her head.

“Oh,” You breathed, a tear rolling down your cheek as your body trembled weakly against his. “It’s beautiful.”

He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “I’m glad you like it. I worked on it while you were sleeping. I was going to just paint a small piece of wood with flowers and fruit for you to carry in your pocket, but… it didn’t feel good enough.”

“I would have loved that, too,” You said. “Won’t you get in trouble with the landlord for this?”

“I asked permission,” He said softly into your hair.

You began to sob. “It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I just wish I weren’t dying so I could enjoy it properly.”

“You’re not going to die, love,” He said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rocking you gently side-to-side. “I won’t let you. You have a fiance to piss off; you can’t die before then. I’m looking forward to the day when I can watch you tell him to stick that contract where the sun don’t shine.”

You laughed through your tears. “Why couldn’t I haven’t been promised to you instead?”

He laughed, too. “You’re too independent and headstrong for me, love. I like women who can’t fend for themselves. They don’t realize what I twat I am.”

You chuckled. You spent a few minutes in silence, staring at the lovely gift Alexei had made for you. And then it was time for tea and treatments before he let you rest again, all the while he stroked your hair and hummed a soft tune under his breath.

It took eight days for the fever to break. Thankfully, you were unconscious for most of it, since consciousness was nothing short of torture. You couldn’t eat and could barely swallow. Every breath was like your lungs were catching fire over and over again.

Once the fever broke and you were able to stand up, Alexei paid a substantial amount to rent you a private bathing room with soaps, shampoos, fruit, cheese, and wine. Every luxury had been seen to and Alexei had spared no expense. When you offered to pay him back, he simply ruffled your hair and told you not to worry about it, saying that you’d earned a nice day for yourself.

He asked your coworker, Ellie, to help you wash up and to watch over you, since you were still weak and had a terrible cough. It was nice to have another friend sitting with you to talk; you hadn’t really had a girl-friend before.

Thanks to Alexei, you didn’t end up dying, but recovery was painfully slow. By the time the six months of the marriage was up, you’d only just started to feel like your old self again, but you still tired easily and couldn’t push yourself for too long.

The two of you packed your room to travel back to Red Landing, selling the furniture you’d purchased when first arriving in Dunmountain.

“Are you ready to go back?” Alexei asked as he helped you up into the driver’s box.

“Not really,” You said. “I’m not looking forward to facing my parents. Or Gregory. Just because I know he’ll be utterly obnoxious about it.”

“Well, don’t worry about a thing, pet,” He said. “If the bastard tries to make off with you like a prowler in the night, I’ll be there to stop him.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you. I’m glad to have you as a friend, Alexei. I’m sorry if I ever insinuated that you weren’t.”

“Water under the bridge, my pet,” He said, patting your hand before trotting around the mule and hopping up to sit next to you. “Shall we?”

“Eh?” You said with a noncommittal shrug. Laughing, he took that as a yes and snapped the mule to movement.

The trip back was comfortable, despite your nerves, and took far less time than the trip to Dunmountain had, since you were walking for half of that one. The two of you either slept in the vardo or rented a room at an inn. After six months of sharing a space, sleeping in the same room was second nature by now, so there was no reason to rent two rooms.

When you reached the boundaries of Red Landing, you wrapped your arms around yourself and took a large breath.

“You’ll be alright, pet,” Alexei said. “If things get too badly out of hand, I have no qualms about loading us back up and doing a legger.”

You smiled. “That’s good to know, I’ll keep it in mind.” You pointed at the crossroads. “Take a left at this fork.”

He nudged the mule left, and it took you out of the marketplace and down the residential track.

“Here. We’re here.”

He stopped the wagon in front of a modestly built wooden house with shuttered windows open in the breeze; your mother had always said that glass was an unnecessary luxury and not worth the cost. There was a simple garden and an apple tree planted next to the walkway up to the front door surrounded by a low stone wall and a wooden gate, which was open.

“That’s odd,” You said as Alexei helped you down. “The gate is never left open.”

“Could they be expecting someone?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” You replied. “All of the windows are open, too. That’s unusual.”

“It’s a nice day,” Alexei said. “They could just be enjoying the fresh air.”

You shook your head. “No, this isn’t like them.”

“Do you think something could be wrong?” He asked, taking you by the forearm and stopping you cautiously.

Before you could respond, your mother appeared at one of the windows, crying out.

“Oh!” She said, her hands to her mouth. “You came back! John, she’s back!”

She disappeared from the window and a few seconds later, the door flew open. She launched herself out of it and into your arms, brushing past Alexei to do so.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you!” She cried into your shoulder. “I didn’t know if you’d ever return.”

Your father, a gruff looking man with a short beard, came out too. He was less talkative than your mother, but he gathered you up in his arms and held you tight for a moment, releasing you with nary a word, though a small tear fell down his cheek and disappeared into his whiskers.

“Hi, Papa,” You said. “Hi, Mama.”

“Oh, darling, we were hoping you’d come back! We left the windows open, so we could hear you coming. They’ve been open every day since you disappeared.”

You sighed, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry I vanished on you without saying anything. But you understand why I had to do that, don’t you?”

You mother regarded you warily. “Darling… you know how important the investment is for us. We had so many plans.”

“Mother,” You said sternly. “I’m not marrying that man.”

“Be reasonable,” She pleaded. “We can do so much once our business gets off the ground. For you, as well.”

“I don’t think there’s anything unreasonable about wanting to be treated like a human being and not a possession to be sold,” You said, your voice raised. “What happened to you two? What happened to working for what you want? What happened to never trusting a gift? Do I mean so little to you that you’d make a deal with the devil so that you don’t have to work anymore?”

“I can’t believe how ungrateful you are!” Your mother replied, scowling. “Do you know how long we had to wait for this? Do you know what we sacrificed for you?”

“I never asked you to sacrifice anything for me!”

Your mother slapped you. “Don’t raise your voice to your mother!”

Suddenly you were yanked back. Alexei had pulled you behind him and stood between you and your parents.

“I understand family matters can get heated,” He said evenly. “But I must insist that you not strike my wife. She’s still recovering from being quite ill.”

“Wife?” Your father repeated, the first thing he’s said since you returned. “What’s this about a wife? Who are you?”

You heard that but not that I was ill? You thought bitterly.

“My name is Alexei,” He said, his voice deep and imposing. “I’m your daughter’s husband.”

There was an awkward silence as your parents took that information in.

“Why don’t you come in and we can… discuss this,” Your father said, motioning for your mother to follow him inside.

Before you could follow after them, Alexei stopped you. He touched your chin and tilted your head, examining the cheek where your mother had struck you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You replied. “Let’s get this over with. It’s going to be painful, either way.”

He grimaced and opened his mouth to say something, but thought the better of it and shut it again, stepping aside to let you pass.

Inside, your mother was setting out tea. Your father sat in his usual chair with his arms folded, looking at Alexei unfavorably. You frowned at him. It’s a little late to be playing the concerned father, isn’t it, Papa?

Your mother sat down next to your father across the table from you. You took the marriage license from your bag as she set out the teacups and unfolded it showing them.

“You can inspect it and send a letter to the magistrate, if you wish.”

Your mother cleared her throat, not looking at the document. “So… how did the two of you… meet?”

You tried to answer, but you felt your mouth dry up.

“She took shelter from the rain in my carriage one night, actually,” Alexei said, laughing a little. “I didn’t even notice her until the next day halfway through my journey. But when I did, it was love at first sight. I did everything I could from that moment on to woo her.”

“How soon after you met did you marry?”

“Three days.”

Both your mother and father’s eyes shot to you suspiciously. You felt the weight of their scrutiny, but didn’t flinch.

“What is it about our daughter you fell in love with?”

You were slightly concerned that Alexei wouldn’t be able to come up with anything, but to your surprise, he answered without hesitation.

“She’s a self-starter, fiercely independent, and has an amazing work ethic, which I imagine is thanks to you.” He gestured at your parents. “She’s headstrong and funny and makes faces when I tease her and is genuinely fun to be around. Not a dull day since I met her.” He turned to look at you fondly. “She’s spent all of our marriage taking very good care of me. Better care than anyone ever has. She’s the only family I’ve ever had, and that means more to me than I can ever express. I count myself blessed to have met her, and doubly blessed to be her husband.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly. He sounded so sincere.

“What about you, dear?” Your mother asked, still looking unmoved. “What is it about Alexei you fell in love with?”

You sat and thought. “I’ll admit, when first the idea of marrying Alexei was presented, I didn’t want to do it.” You didn’t mention that it was you who brought it up. “But Alexei has never been anything but kind to me. He’s silly and talented and he laughs a lot and is never bothered by anything. Not until…”

You stared at your hands, trying to recall the time you’d been ill. “I got sick. Very sick. I almost died, I think. He took care of me. It took a long time for me to get better, and he was there the entire time. He painted an entire wall with flowers and ducks and pretty things for me to look at, just because I’d said I wanted a little painting to brighten up our room. He spend a lot of money for several months on medicine to help me get better. He never got mad at me, never impatient, never frustrated. He didn’t give up on me even when I wanted to die so that the pain would stop. He’s my husband, but he’s also my best friend, and I’m lucky to have him as both.”

That was a hell of a revelation to come to sitting right in front of your parents being interrogated about your fake marriage. Without looking at each other, Alexei flipped his hand and reached for yours, and you took it. He squeezed your fingers firmly. Don’t worry, He seemed to say. Just say the word and we can run.

“So, are you a man of means, Alexei?” You mother asked. “Can you take care of our daughter financially?”

“She’s more than capable of doing that herself, you know,” He said levelly. “But yes. I’m a fairly well known painter and I have a decent nest egg set aside to build a home. If the underlying question is, ‘am I going to give you money in exchange for your daughter as if she were goods to be bartered for,’ the answer is no.”

Your father got red in the face and your mother sputtered. You didn’t even try to hide your smug smile.

“Darling,” Your mother said, turning to you and pleading. “It’s not too late to fix this. You can still annul the marriage and marry Gregory. He’ll straighten up after he’s married, most men do!”

You sighed and rubbed your temples in frustration. “Look,” You said, pulling out your coin purse. “This is all the money I took, plus a little more. Since money seems to be the only thing you care about, take this. I don’t owe you anything anymore.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to us,” Your mother said angrily, shoving the license back across the table. “After everything we’ve done for you.”

“What? What have you done for me, Mother? You did what you were supposed to do when people have children? Had a child and then raised that child? You don’t get a reward for doing what you’re supposed to do; you taught me that, for God’s sake!”

Your father slammed his hand down on the table and you jumped, letting out a startled squeak. He stood up, his eyes dark.

“Perhaps…” He said slowly. “It’s best if you leave.”

You felt stung. “Happily,” You said, snatching the license from the table and stuffing it in your bag. “I have a feeling that I won’t be back this time.”

“Are we off, then, my pet?” Alexei asked casually, standing and reaching to take your bag.

“Yes,” You said through your teeth. “For good.”

“As you wish, pet,” He replied, taking your hand and wrapping it around his arm. “There’s a lovely tavern a little east of here we might stay. It’s less…” He turned back and looked your parents up and down pointedly. “Money-hungry.”

You asked Alexei if you could ride in the vardo and he was agreeable. As soon as Alexei snapped the reins and the mule lurched forward, you began to sob. You knew he could hear you, because the window near the driver’s box was open. He whistled loudly as the cart rolled, perhaps to disguise or drown out your weeping so you felt less awkward about crying noisily on a crowded street. You appreciated it.

The vardo stopped, you assumed in front of the tavern Alexei spoke of, though he didn’t hop down right away, simply sat in the driver’s box and continued to whistle as you cried. After a time, you pulled yourself together and forced yourself to stuff down the rest of your tears.

“Alexei, I’m alright now,” You said faintly.

He stopped whistling. “I’ll give you some coin. Would you mind getting us a room while I see to the mule and wagon?”

“Sure,” You said tonelessly. You climbed out of the vardo as he came around and held out your hand. Before he handed you the money, he took your chin and tilted your head up, looking at you in concern.

“Are you sure you’re alright, pet?”

You nodded but you didn’t meet his eye.

“I’ll see you inside. Wait for me downstairs and I’ll buy us dinner, alright?”

You nodded again and walked off wordlessly.

Inside, you paid for the room and bought two mugs of ale. Alexei came in after a few minutes and bent down.

“Anything you want specifically?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You replied flatly.

He walked off, and after several minutes he came back, picked up his mug and took your hand, pulling you to your feet.

“Come on, pet,” He said. “I’m having it sent up to our room. You look like you need rest. It’s been a long… trying day, and you’re still not well yet.”

You didn’t argue and allowed yourself to be led upstairs. Once inside, he put your mugs on the provided table while you sat down on the very small bed. You pulled the license back out and stared at it.

“I suppose we should find a magistrate in the morning,” You said. “Six months is up. You held up your end of the bargain. We can have this annulled as early as tomorrow afternoon and be on your way.”

He sat next to you. “Is this a conversation we should have now?”

“There’s no reason not to. I have to think about where I’m going to go.”

“Go?” He echoed.

“I’m not going home, clearly,” You said. “I have an aunt up north, but I don’t know if she’d be any more interested in taking me in than my parents were at listening to me.”

“You could always stay with me,” He said. “Annulling the marriage doesn’t mean we stop being friends.”

“It’s improper for a man and a woman to live together if they’re not married.”

“Who cares what’s improper? We’re adults, we can do what we like.”

“It’s alright, Alexei, I’ll figure something out. I’m resourceful, you know that.”

“I do know that,” He said, reaching over and taking the license, inspecting it. “What if…” He said slowly. “What if we didn’t annul the marriage? What if we stayed married?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked looking up at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was saved from answering by a knock at the door.

“That’s our dinner, I expect.” He stood up and opened the door, taking a tray from whoever delivered it and closing the door again, putting the tray down on the table.

“Alexei,” You said, standing up. “What do you mean, stay married?”

“Well…” He said, not looking at you and bending over the table, busying himself with placing the food out. “It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. And we’re good friends, we take care of each other. I can’t think of a single good reason not to stay together.”

“Well, I mean…” You started. “It’s not like we love each other, right?”

He didn’t answer, just continued fussing with the food. You stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him upright.

“Right?” You asked again.

He met your gaze, his face a little sad and anxious, and took a big breath.

“When we first got married,” He began slowly. “It was a laugh, something funny and silly to occupy my time. Teasing you was amusing, and I got someone to cook and clean for me as a bonus. I figured that at the end of the six months, I’d just walk away with the money having done my part and never have to see you again. I’d be one step closer to my goal of building a house for myself. I didn’t expect to end up as friends.” He dropped his eyes and took one of your hands in his. “I grew up alone. I expected to live my life alone, and I was happy with that. But when you got sick…”

“Alexei, it’s okay,” You said softly, squeezing his hand.

He shook his head, grimacing as if in pain. “When you got sick, I know I kept telling you to keep your chin up and that you’d be fine, but deep down I was panicking. I wasn’t sure if you’d make it and I was terrified…” His voice shook. “…that I was going to lose the only family I’d ever had. I didn’t sleep at night and watched you all the time to make sure you were still breathing. Whenever I’d try to rouse you to drink and you wouldn’t wake, my heart would stop. I was willing to spend every penny I’d ever earned to fix it. I didn’t want to be alone anymore, and I wanted more than anything for you to live. I wanted you to stay with me. I still do.” He looked up at you again, and there were unshed tears in his eyes. “So stay with me.”

Stunned and moved to silence, you nodded slowly.

He swallowed hard, leaned in, and kissed you. He seemed jumpy, as if he worried you might slap him and he’d need to hop back quickly, but you didn’t slap him. You stepped closer and put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you. He sighed in relief and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush with his. He was only slightly shorter than you, so you had to tilt your head down a little to kiss him, but it was nice. It was comfortable.

Ignoring the food now, he took you to the bed, shedding his vest, tunic, and undershirt. He’d worn his best clothes to meet your family, but now they were left in a pile with your dress on the floor. He unstrung your bodice and you slid it off, pulling your chemise off after it. God, why did being a woman come with so many damn layers?

Finally, you were both undressed and crawled into the bed together, your limbs tangling together. He laid you down on the threadbare blanket and kissed you deeply, touching your body and spreading your legs with his knees. After a moment, though, he stopped and popped up in his hands, peering down at you.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked, looking concerned. “I may have been a little overeager when you didn’t push me away, but are you well enough to… do this… with me? Are you feeling tired or sick?”

You giggled softly, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “I feel incredible,” You said. “Better than I have in a long time. It’s alright, Alexei. I want this. We never had a wedding night, after all.”

He laughed. “I think you’d have thrown a pan at my head if I tried.”

“You’re right,” You replied, pulling him down for another kiss.

He took his time exploring your body, touching and kissing and sucking. He nipped at your skin as he made his way down your belly, tickling your sides to make you giggle and squirm.

“I wish I’d known how soft your body was,” He murmured. “And how warm. I’d have confessed my feelings sooner if I could’ve just curled up next to you at night.”

“Flatterer,” You said, smirking down at him.

“Honest,” He said, kissing your hipbones. “To think, so many cold nights with this beautiful body lying mere feet away. It’s enough to chill a man’s heart.”

“Or something else,” You snickered.

“Speaking of which,” He replied, spreading your legs and kissing lower. His lips touched your… lips… and you inhaled at the new sensation. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just strange since you’d never felt it before. You looked down at him as he teased you, and he looked back up at you. You bit your lip and watched him as he finally pressed his tongue to your pearl, and he watched your flushed, thrilled reaction with fascinated intensity.

Shivers rippled through your body and you let your head fall back onto the pillow as he went to work pleasuring you, gripping your inner thighs tightly to keep your legs wide open. His beard tickled the sensitive skin as he pressed his face firmly into the hollow, pushing his tongue deeply inside you and wiggling it up and down. You moaned and tilted your hips so that he could get even deeper.

“Alexei, please,” You rasped, pulling his hair.

He raised back up, wiping his beard and reaching between his own legs to gently stroke himself. He kissed his way back up your body and braced on one hand as he pressed his cock to your entrance, pushing inside you. Your body opened to his eagerly, taking him in to the hilt. He moved slowly at first as he kissed you over and over, making a loose fist in your hair, but when you wrapped your legs around his and thrust your hips up to meet him, he began to speed up.

His lips never left your skin and neither did his hands. It was as if he couldn’t touch you enough, couldn’t get enough of how your skin tasted, and gripped you as if you’d evaporate if he let go. There was a strange, anxious tension in his body that you could feel in his muscles as he slammed into you over and over.

You were getting closer to the peak of your pleasure, you could tell he was, too, because he buried his head in the crook of your neck and clung to you as if he were drowning. His movements were precise and rigorous. His grunting grew louder and faster, joining with your moans and gasps. You gripped his back and dug your nails into his skin, whimpering “yes! yes!” over and over.

He suddenly popped up on his hands, thrusting frenetically before giving a shout and going completely rigid, his forehead pressed against yours. You cried out right afterward, grinding your clit against his body and riding out your orgasm as he released inside you.

The two of you were locked in place, gasping for air. He finally collapsed sideways, sliding wetly out of you, and drew in deep breaths. When the two of you had cooled down and caught your breath, he pulled you into his body, your back to his front, and locked his arms around you.

“Pet?” He said softly.

“Hmm?”

“In case I hadn’t made it clear, I do love you,” He said.

You laughed. “You couldn’t have done much more to make it plain short of shouting it out the window.”

“Do you want me to? Because I will!” He made to release you and reach up to open the window, and you grabbed him back, giggling.

“You silly thing!” You told him, rolling over to look at his face. “In case you were wondering, I love you, too.”

“Oh, that’s good,” He said with a smile, stroking your hair. “Was a little worried.”

“Well, don’t be.” You went in for a soft kiss, and then another, and another. “I’ll stay. Wherever you go, I’ll be with you. Because I want to be.”

He cuddled you in and the two of you slept.

A short few hours travel brought you to a meadow with a small pond. The field was full of flowers of all sizes and colors.

“I know this place!” You said as Alexei helped you down off of the driver’s box. “This is from the painting!”

“Very perceptive, my love,” He said, grinning. “I’ve owned this little stretch of land for a while. I think I finally have enough money to build our home. We might be sleeping in the vardo for awhile until it’s finished, though.”

“I don’t mind,” You said, turning and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I love it here. I wouldn’t even care if we slept in a tent as long as we could live here.”

He chuckled and kissed your temple. “I think we can do better than that, Pet,” He said. “Welcome home.”

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Catching Feelings

Pairings: Marcus Moreno x nanny!reader

Warnings: Smut +18, fluff, angst, mutual pining.

Summary: After your sex filled dream about your new boss, your about to meet his daughter. This isn’t going to be awkward at all, right?!

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Chapter 2:

The evening arrived sooner than anticipated. As the car that Marcus had sent round for you pulled into the drive, you find yourself gaping at the beautiful rustic home. You get out of the car and make your way to the front door, your nervous, which isn't helped by the fact you had illicit thoughts about Marcus last night. Oh god! Those hands and the thought of them slipping between your legs. No! Focus. You ring the door bell. Your lost in thought when a voice startles you

"Oh thank god your here, come in quick. Can you cook?"

"Uh.....yeah I'm not bad at it. I make a mean chicken alfredo"!

"Fuck.....sorry sorry.....Missy I didn't just say that."

“Is everything ok?”I say looking towards the kitchen. Missy grabs me by the hand and pulls along. I’m greeted to the sight of pure chaos. Marcus is hunched over the sink, seemingly in defeat and I can’t help myself I let out a laugh. He turns around with lightening speed, his hand goes to scratch the back of his head. Something he must do when he’s nervous. I catch a tinge of pink on his face.

“He’s a disaster in the kitchen, seriously you should see what he does to eggs.” I turn to Missy

“Ok, here’s the plan. How about me and you clean up this mess and then you can help me cook something up?” Shrugging her shoulders she says “sure.”

“Uh.. I will just..”

I turn to Marcus “ you….will go relax and we will call when foods ready.”

“Are you sure, I feel bad.”

“Dad just go.”

Holding his hands up in defeat “ ok ok, I know where I’m not wanted.” With Marcus gone Missy turns to you “ok let’s get to it.”

***

With the kitchen clean you fish out the ingredients to do your chicken Alfredo, explaining each step to Missy as you go.

“Is it always this chaotic at dinner or was that just for my benefit you say with humour in your voice. Missy let’s out a snort.

“Oh no that’s pretty much how it around here. My mom. Used to do the coming and since she’s gone dad tries his best but… I don’t know. My abuela normally cooks.” You see she is getting sad talking about her mom so you change the subject.

“Ok looks ready, give your dad a shout”

You all sat together around the table. “This is delicious, you are amazing.”

“Oh …thank you”

“Missy is right, this is the best meal I’ve had in a long time, really thank you. Also maybe don’t tell my mom I just said that.” You laugh at the fact that this grown man, and a heroic no less is still afraid of mom. Catching his eyes, his gaze is searing into you, you look away quickly trying to distract yourself . Standing you go to clear the table but are stopped with a hand on your wrist. Looking up you meet those warm brown eyes again. “No, you’ve done more than enough tonight. Leave all the cleaning to me and Missy.You can go sit in my study and I’ll bring you a glass of wine. Oh it’s just down the end of the hall.”

“Um… ok thank you.” Once you arrive into his study you can’t help but notice all the pictures he has. One in particular catches your eye. It’s one of Marcus kissing his wife the day Missy was born.

“I love that picture.” You jump slightly having not expected him to be there. “ I’m sorry I wasn’t snooping I just..”

“It’s ok, if your going to be living here you should know about our family.” You look up at him surprised “does that mean I got the job?”

“You we’re amazing tonight” he says moving closer, so close you can feel the warmth coming off his body. “Plus you have the Missy deal of approval, which really is the most important thing.” It’s as if she knew her name has been mentioned. She came bustling down the stairs all kitted out for bed. She comes up to you and without eating wraps you in a hug.

“I’m so happy your going to be living here with us, and thank you again for the nice food.” With that she ran back up the stairs to bed. Marcus gestures for you to sit.

“You have a beautiful home” you say looking around the room.

“It is…beautiful.” Clearing his throat he takes a seat beside you, leaving a comfortable amount of space between you. Your not sure if your relieved or disappointed. You make conversation by asking him about his wife. He takes a sip of wine before he speaks.

“It’s been four years since she passed. It was a car accident, drunk driver, she died instantly. He suddenly go quiet and stares at the floor like it’s the most fascinating thing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned her.” “It’s ok, it’s only fair you know these things. Enough about me, tell me what makes you thick?”

“Me, oh gosh. I suppose family really. It’s why I jumped at this opportunity, I love children. It’s probably why I want a big family of my own one day.” He’s looking at you that way again. There’s something behind his eyes, you think it’s admiration.

“ I feel the exact same way. Everything that I do, it’s for Missy. Nothing else matters.”

“She’s a wonderful kid, you should be really proud.”

“Thank you.” Your suddenly aware that you both have somehow moved closer and your breath catches when you look into those brown eyes. A bolt of confidence course through you and you lean towards him. Marcus mimics your actions. As you inch closer you close your eyes. He whispers your name and you can’t tell if it’s a promise or a warning. Your still dreaming when he spills his wine all over you. “I’m so sorry here let me get something to dry that up” he’s says as he leaves the rooms be arrives back with a towel, and a change of clothes. “ I’m afraid this is all I have.” You look down to the clothes he has and notice there his own, a t shirt.

“No, thank you these are perfect.” With that he leaves you to change while he goes and refills the wine. When he walks back in he almost drops the glasses. His eyes rake over your body and he feels himself getting hard his thick cock straining in his pants. Seeing you there in his clothes is doing things to him. It’s making him almost feral. He wants to posses you. He is brought out of his thought when you move to take the glass from him.

***

You spend hours chatting getting to know each other when you look at his clock. “Oh god, I better go, I didn’t realise the time”. You go to stand.

“You can stay, I mean here, in the spare room, if you want?” Thinking it over for just a moment “that would be great actually.”

“Ok I can show you where to go.” As you enter the room you see a large king size bed, and the images from your dream flood your mind.

“I want you to ride me baby.”

“Y/N?”

“Sorry did you say something?” “ I said you can start moving your stuff in whenever you like.”

“Brilliant.”

Your unconsciously biting your lip and when you meet his gaze you notice his eyes are fixed on your mouth. You run your tongue along the bottom lip,knowing he is watching you. He clears his throat “ok uh…I guess I’ll let you get settled for the night”. He makes to leave when you say

“You could stay here too!” He stops suddenly turning to look at you. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. Afraid you have ruined everything you say “I’m so sorry, forget I said anything, thank you again…” Your rambling is cut short as his presses his lips to your hungrily. His hands trace the curve of your body, slipping under your top to grab your breast. You let out a moan. Suddenly he pulls away and rests his head to yours. “Are you sure you want this, I won’t be able to stop once we start.” “I’ve thought of nothing else since we met yesterday. Please Marcus, I need you to fuck me.”

He wastes no time and pushes you onto the bed removing the sweatpants he lent you earlier along with the t-shirt. Your laying on the bed in nothing but your underwear and he can’t take his eyes off you. “Your gorgeous.” “Marcus you have too many clothes on” you say with a slight pout. Stripping himself so he is completely bare before you,you gulp as you take in his thick cock. Will that even fit! He crawls on top of you and you moan when his obvious desire for your comes in contact with your core. You rock against him. He rolls onto his back pulling you with him so you are now straddling him. His hands run up and down your spine sending sparks of electricity through you. He moves to unclasp your bra “you won’t be needing this anymore.” Your nipples grow hard as they meet the cool air and you let out a gasp as he runs his tongue over its peak. Your growing inpatient now so you quickly remove your thong and line him up at your entrance. Slowly you sink down on him and his head pushes back into the pillow as he groans in pleasure. “Jesus, your so fucking tight.” You pick up your pace as you ride him letting out a loud moan. He puts a hand over your mouth “you gotta be…quiet…don’t….want…Missy..to…hear us” He look down to where your joined watching as his cock moves in and out of you “this pussy was made for me, isn’t that right baby?” Your unable to speak as your body is thrown into ecstasy. Without warning he flips you over and begins pounding into. He can feel his balls tighten as he nears his release. “Where…do ..you want..me?” “Inside, I’m clean and on the pill.” With that he fills you up, you can feel his release dripping out of you. He moves off you and makes his way into the bathroom. Arriving back with a cloth to clean you up. He gets back into bed beside you and wraps his arm around your waist. “That is not how I pictured tonight going at all.” You laugh “me either.” “You should get some sleep” he says and you feel your eyes getting heavy as you give in to the tiredness.

The next morning you wake to sunlight shining on your face. As you turn over you realise your alone. You put your hand on the side Marcus was and it’s cold, meaning he’s gone a while. You flop back onto the bed and put your hand on your forehead. Oh god what have I done.

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writingsnmusings · 3 years

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Fluffy A-Z Headcanons

pairing: marcus moreno x reader

summary: title gives it away :)

a/n: here’s my pedro masterlist

Affection - What are those little things they do to show you that they love you?

Marcus’ love language is definitely acts of service. He thrives off of making your life easier/better in any way possible. It’s the little things like having your cup of coffee ready in the morning to making sure to buy your favorite snacks at the grocery store. You never feel unloved in your relationship.

Birthday - What do they do to celebrate your birthday? What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts?

Him and Missy have a little tradition of breakfast in bed so that is still in place once you become apart of the family. You’re woken up to him placing a tray of your favorite food on your lap with Missy holding a happy birthday balloon and a small bouquet of flowers.

His ideal birthday would be spending the day with his two favorite girls. You three head to his favorite breakfast spot then back home to open gifts. The day is spent doing whatever he chooses as he is the birthday boy.

Marcus is surprisingly good at gift giving. He’s a very good listener, even more so getting closer to your birthday. He’s all ears when you talk about what things you’ve been wanting.

Cuddles - Do they like to cuddle? Big spoon or little spoon?

He tends to get cuddlier at night right before bed and when he’s extremely tired. That’s not to say he won’t cuddle on the couch during movie night, he just won’t initiate it like in bed.

He’s usually the big spoon, he loves having you wrapped in his arms. There are nights though where he just needs to be held and you’re more than happy to oblige.

Dating - What are they like on the first date? And those after that?

Marcus was nervous as hell on your first date. It was just a simple dinner date at a nicer restaurant downtown. Missy likes to joke that he changed his tie about four times before leaving the house that night. He stuttered and apologized the whole first half before you laid your hand on his and told him to relax.

After your second date was when he finally let his true personality come out. The witty and charming Marcus Moreno was all you got from then on.

Evolution - How fast does your relationship evolve? Weeks, months, years?

It was slower than most of your relationships and you knew a big part of that was because he had Missy. He didn’t want to rush into it and something go wrong. It was at the three month mark when you finally met her and you didn’t officially move in with them till almost two years into your relationship.

Flirting - Do they flirt a lot?

Yes and no. When you first got together he was a bit awkward with the flirting, not wanting to cross a line and come off too aggressive. You were the one to make the first move, but once he knew you were into him, he wouldn’t stop. Touching and kissing constantly, giving you compliments every chance he could.

Generosity - When they’re with you, is it about you or them?

About you, definitely. He couldn’t care less about himself if you’re in his sight.

Honey - Do they use pet names? What’s their favorite for you and for themselves?

Pet names come so natural to him, he didn’t even realize he began calling you something other than your name.

He’s particularly fond of calling you ‘mi cariño’ (my love). You stick to the simple ‘baby’ as he blushed madly when you first called him that. He still does btw.

Isolation - How do they react when they’re away from you?

Marcus doesn’t like to think of himself as a needy type of partner, but he is. He can usually keep himself busy with Heroic stuff and Missy when you’re away, but once that’s all done he just mopes. He’ll send you a few ‘i miss you’ texts and begins asking when you’re coming home. You went on a work trip for 4 days and you had Missy texting and begging for you to go home by the second afternoon.

Jealousy - Are they the jealous type? How do they react if you’re jealous?

At the beginning of your relationship, yes. You’d gone to meet his fellow Heroics and when Miracle Guy wouldn’t stop complimenting you, Marcus had to take more than a few deep breaths to calm himself.

He’s confused at first, why are you glaring at the waitress? It’s not till said waitress lays a hand on his shoulder when passing your table that he understands your mood change. He simply reaches over and grabs your hand in his and gives you a look that relaxes you. “How unprofessional of her right?”

Kisses - Lots of them? What about the first kiss?

Yes. He’s always kissing your cheek or forehead in passing, just a little reminder of his love. He always kisses your forehead when he gets up in the morning, you’re still deep in sleep as he sets the coffee pot and starts his day.

Your first kiss was after your second date. You had to make the first move as he was still too shy at that point. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he wanted to kiss you, you just knew he wouldn’t yet. You two stood outside your apartment, talking about how good the movie was. Marcus had said goodnight and turned around, but you were quick to grab his arm and turn him back to you. Once your lips met, he was hooked.

Light up - What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood?

Dinner is usually your job as Marcus can’t crack an egg without getting shells in the mix, but when he notices the way your shoulders slump and how tired your eyes look; he’s able to whip something together. He’ll run a bath for you too, pulling out your essential oils and bubble baths, everything he knows that’ll help you lighten up.

Marcus is always stressed, whether he shows it or not. If it’s not Heroic problems, it’s something of his own mind that has him troubled. You knew when it’s gotten too much for him when he can hardly focus, you’ll have called his name three times and he’s barely glanced your way. You’ll take some time to pull him away from whatever’s got him busy and just sit down and talk. Once you get him started, he won’t stop. Sometimes he just needs to vent and get everything out.

Mommy - How do they react to parenthood?

Well he has Missy and from what you can tell, he’s done an amazing job with her. He’s brought up having more children with you and you can’t wait.

Nurse - How do they take care of you when you’re sick? How do they behave when they’re sick?

He’s had a lot of practice taking care of the sick, with Missy and all so he’s pretty good. He’s very strict though, writing down what time your meds need to be taken and making sure you don’t miss any dosages. If you’re squirmy with medication he’ll make it his mission to make it as painless and quick as possible.

He’s so stubborn. Refusing to even admit that he’s sick. He’ll be coughing, sneezing and sniffling and even running a fever and he’ll swat away your helping hands. It takes you and Missy lovingly bullying him into resting for at least a day and taking medication.

Orange - What color reminds them of their other half?

The color yellow reminds him of you. Sunshine and sunflowers; everything bright reminds him of your smile and personality.

Brown is his color to you. You say it’s because of his deep brown eyes that hold so much sincerity and warmth. He always makes you feel safe and cared for.

Partners - Are they looking for flings, one night stands, partners to be with until their last breath? What makes them fall for you?

Neither of you were looking for anything serious when you started going out. Of course you wanted more and thankfully so did he. The way you care so deeply about everything and everyone and how you’re so patient and sweet with Missy is what made him fall head over heels.

Quarrels - How is it to have a fight with them? What do they do to make you forgive them? What do you do to make them forgive you?

Fights with Marcus are far and few between, there isn’t much that you two disagree on. If it does get to that point though, the arguments are never loud or with nasty words. They're hushed, usually in the kitchen late at night or in his office. He sighs a lot and you mumble under your breath.

Marcus straight up apologizes, he hates seeing the tears in your eyes and how you keep your distance from him. You’re not so good with words so your actions speak for you. If he’s working late, you’ll keep his cup full of hot coffee and make him his favorite snack. You’ll even come up behind him and rub his shoulders, leaving kisses on his neck and cheek. The night always ends with an ‘i love you’, no matter what.

Rainy day - What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Absolutely nothing. Marcus will try to work in his home office while you clean up the house and Missy locks herself away in her room, but the soft patter of the rain and the gloomy overcast makes him lose concentration.

He’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing and make you sit outside on the porch swing with him, just watching the rain fall. He finds it very relaxing and therapeutic.

Secrets - Do they keep secrets from you and how do they react when they learn you’ve been keeping secrets from them?

No, not really. For being as shy as he was in the beginning, Marcus is kind of an open book. He talks a lot once he’s comfortable so he just spills everything to you. The man can’t keep secrets to save his life.

He’ll be hurt at first, wondering why you just didn’t tell him what you’d been keeping. He’d rack his brain, questioning if you really trust him or not. In the end, you explain why you kept the secret and he forgives you without question.

Tease - Do they like to tease you? How much humor is there in your relationship?

Absolutely. He teases you in every way he can, honestly. He is very much a kid at heart so he loves teasing you in the most innocent ways. Also, loves you teasing you in not so innocent ways.

U-turns - What can transform your relationship in a good or bad way? (What scares them off?)

Missy not liking you. That was the one thing that made or broke your relationship. She’s the most important thing in his life and you completely understood that.

Voicing - How hard is it for them to talk about their feelings? How do they tell you that they love you for the first time?

It’s a little hard. Marcus is open about a lot of things, his own emotions and feelings though, are a different story. It was obvious he was into you, there was no doubt about that. He just found it hard to move onto another woman after losing his wife. He didn’t think he was ever going to find that kind of love again and then he did with you. It’s right before he asks you to move in with him that he says the three little words.

You two are at your place for a movie night and just as you sit down next to him with a bowl of popcorn on your lap, he blurts it out. You’re a little in shock due to his poor timing, but immediately say it back once you see the panicked expression on his face.

Waking up - What's it like to wake up by their side?

Marcus is a difficult sleeper. Moving around constantly, stealing blankets, snoring, the works. It takes him a while to actually fall asleep cause his mind is always nonstop. He always wakes up before you though.

He’ll stare at you for a few, just admiring how peaceful you look before waking you up with soft kisses. You’ll feel yourself being pulled towards him and his lips on your forehead, cheek, then just next to your mouth. He is a tease after all. Waking up in your husbands arms is always amazing.

Xylophone - What's your song?

Say you won’t let go - James Arthur

“I knew i loved you then, but you’d never know cause i played it cool when i was scared of letting go. I know i needed you, but i never showed, i wanna stay with you till we’re grey and old.”

Yielding - What do you have to do to convince them to do what you want?

Just look at him. One look from you and he’s putty in your hands. It doesn’t take much honestly, Marcus can never say no to you.

Zoo - Could they have a pet with you? If so, what kind?

Yeah, probably. He never had time for a pet with being a Heroic and bustling Missy to school and extracurriculars, but now that he’s slowed down and has his little family in order it’s possible. A cat would suit your home, they’re low maintenance yet just the right type of needy.

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boxboysandotherwhump · 3 years

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The new boy in town.

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Chapter 2

CW: body-shaming/ insults, discrimination/ dehumanization of mutants, an insect gets hurt, a nearly fistfight ensues

Heat thrummed through Gideon’s bones and throbbed in unison with his building headache. His patience had shriveled up like dried fruit under the torrid summer sun while this horrible lavender scent clung to his hair, his skin, his clothes, making him dizzy.

It became stronger on the village outskirts, Gideon realized as he hurried after Director Sahin. The man ascended the crooked stone staircase effortlessly, his moss-green robe billowing behind him. His artfully decorated spear swayed with every step he took, not brushing a single leave. The only thing rustling through the underbrush was the wind and the creatures living there.

A twig caught in Gideon’s black curls, while the Director rambled on about the virtues of disciplinary work. How it encouraged the growth of one’s character, or some shit. The twig broke off with a quiet snap, painfully pulling at his scalp. Gideon’s mood dropped even lower. It was going to be a nightmare to fiddle all those shitty branches and leaves out of his hair later on.

He was seconds away from losing his barely-held composure.

The only thing keeping him from bursting at the seams was the promise he’d whispered into his brother's grave, a last farewell bedded beside a corpse.

Gideon had come to this godforsaken village to learn how to fight and survive in the forest, not to become some obedient little soldier boy! But in order to do that, he had to get cleared for training again and out of suspension.

If he had to play the director’s errand boy for a day to achieve that, so be it. He had endured worse.

“Haaah, here we are.” Director Sahin inhaled deeply, arms falling wide. “Finally. My dear friend’s farm. Tell me, young Gideon, is it not simply beautiful?”

Gideon shrugged. “‘S’ okay.”

Granted, the house did look cozy, resting encircled by giant roots with its warm brick walls, but those gigantic snails everywhere sent a shudder down his spine. If he had to touch those slimy monsters he-

The farm’s sliding doors opened before he could utter a protest, and a fine-boned, middle aged woman emerged, followed by a huge man with a greying beard. A boy, probably his own age but significantly shorter, held the door open for them.

The older woman’s lips curled into a crooked smile as she caught sight of Director Sahin, whose whole face had lit up. Dark eyes shining.

“Moira. My darling. Please do not tell me you are about to leave? Not when I looked forward to seeing your beautiful face again.”

Gideon suppressed a gag. Moira crossed her arms, smile growing sharper. Her eyes held a warm twinkle as she spoke. “Eric; charming as ever.”

The man behind her stepped closer and huffed: “M happy ‘ter see ya too, Eric.”

“Oh Ansgar you flatter me. But I must confess, I am not here solely for tea and a chat-“

The Director rattled on and Gideon’s focus wandered to the girl that had stepped out the door behind a blonde woman. A fancy grey blouse hung off her thin shoulders, nearly covering the lace trim of blue silk short. A stark contrast to the more practical attire favored by most villagers. But that wasn’t what caught Gideon’s attention, no, he had seen all sorts of fancy getups up in Berlin -in the city's upper ring that is- what drew his eyes to her, was her face.

Its left side was oddly deformed, her pale skin uneven like a creased silk sheet, drawing her left eye down and her full lips up. She mouthed something to the boy, smiling, earning a smile from him in turn.

“Ah yes may I introduce: Gideon, my newest student.”

Having lost most of the adults’ conversation Gideon tuned back in just in time, to give them a curt nod.

“I will send him to collect the salve after the feast, then,” Director Sahin announced, please as can be.

“Wonderful.” Moira clapped her hands. All back to business brusqueness. “Sahar will appreciate not having to deliver it for once. Right?”

The other boy snapped to attention, green eyes wide and fingers twitching like the hands of a pianist. A grateful smile rose to his face and he nodded.

Oh great, so Gideon had to take the trip up here twice.

They descended the stairs, lined up one after another on the narrow path. Sahar right in front of him, following the strange girl. He had avoided Gideon’s eyes as he squeezed past him, careful not to touch, probably scared off by his uniform. The school’s emblem, embroidered on his stainless white shirt, proudly declared him a scout in training. Deadly. Fearless. The little farm boy definitely did better not to mess with an insect slayer like him.

The girl came to an abrupt halt, frozen in the woodland’s shadows before it gave way to the dusty hill road. Gideon nearly collided with Sahar, when he heard it.

A primal, bone chilling hiss tore through the hot afternoon air, rattling through his very core.

Every hair on his body stood, muscles tensing, on edge just like his fraying nerves.

He knew that sound.

Even though he’d heard it only once before. On the crusade from last-stand-berlin to the village, where he had seen the beast it belonged to lurk on the riverside, watching them.

He would never forget a spider’s hiss.

And there one stood, right in front of him, its eight thorny legs towering high above its ugly head. The spider’s giant yaws worked, rubbed against each other in agitation. Its razor sharp fangs glistened in the sun.

A man sat atop its massive, hairy body, scar-faced and clad in a straw cape that was fastened to a beetle’s shell armoring his left shoulder. Shimmering in iridescent hues of blue and green. The man did not smile as he glanced down at them. A silent challenge was edged in the hard lines of his rugged face.

Tense static filled the air, an almost tangible thing that bit at Gideons fingers. It wormed its way into his bones, crawled over his scalp.

He almost, almost, flinched when Director Sahin shouldered past him, spear drawn and followed by the other man. Both planted themselves right in front of him and the others.

The intruder’s scar stretched with the rise of his eyebrows, eyes slitting in a lazy half-grin.

“Hey, there. Hold your horses. Before someone does something he regrets later.”

“That a threat?” Ansgar grunted.

Moira ducked past him, face twisted in a furious scowl as she spit. “Oh, something other than entering our village on a damn wolf-spider you mean?!”

The corded muscle in her boney arm flexed as she shook her fist at the man, unveiling a wrath behind her primly dressed form that no one would have wanted to fall victim to.

He, however, just leaned closer, smile stretching into a shark-tooth grin. “Gutsy, are we? I like that.”

Director Sahim stepped up beside her, spear held in a steady grip. “How could you make it past our InD-Units with this monstrosity?! God show you mercy if you did something to-”

“What do you think I am?!” the intruder drawled, hands raised in mock offense. “A monster?! Only reason I got past your insect defenses was this baby here.”

Gideon had to stand on his tiptoes to catch a glance of the small round device that sat embedded into the spider’s head, partly hidden by the man’s straw cape. A little red light blinked in a steady rhythm above three buttons, which the man was careful not to touch as he rapped his knuckles against it.

“Renders her absolutely obedient. All natural instinct turned off. See?”

He unsheathed a knife from a holster strapped around his leg and its steel blade shimmered in the sun before he rammed it in one of the spider’s eyes, plopping it out with a nauseating plitch. The spider endured its master’s violation in utter stillness, only its yaws twitched, creating this awful hiss in their never ceasing movement.

“She’s docile as a lamb.”

“And how exactly is that supposed to work?” the girl inquired, meeting the man’s stare with a calculated cold composure. She ignored the incredulous look the blonde woman gave her, as she mouthed: “Charlotte, what are you doing?”

The intruder's mouth twitched.

“Man, what do I know, Missy?! I’m a mutant hunter not a scientist.” He leaned closer, eyes narrowed, fixed on the girl's deformed face. Venom spiked his words, dripped from his tongue like acid. “My expertise lies in chasing down freaks.”

The condescendingly cruel way in which he spoke, wielding words like a weapon meant to pierce and twist where it hurt most, reminded Gideon oddly of his father. Anger welled up in his chest, buzzed down his legs and made them move. He planted himself right between the girl and the intruder.

How dare he compare someone to mutant scum?!

“Tsk. Mutant hunter?! You’ve ever even seen one? Or are you just talk? Threatening girls?!”

“Gideon.”, Director Sahim hissed, squeezing Gideon’s shoulder in warning as he tried to pull him back.

The man gave them a wry smile. “No no. Let’s hear him out. Have you ever seen one boy?”

“Yes.” Gideon spat, unable to reign his emotions back in. “They’re hideous monstrosities. And I’m going to find and kill every single one of them.”

The man burst into violent laughter, shoulders shaking and head thrown back, nearly losing his balance under the force of it.

“You do have guts, I give you that. But also lots to learn. Do you really think a girl can’t be a mutant? Monster’s come in all shapes and sizes, boy.” His eyes wandered back to Charlotte. “Just ugly, that’s the whole lot of them.``

The blonde woman gasped, searching for words to shoot back, but falling silent as she noticed Charlotte’s expression.

Red blotches burned on her face, rage twisting it into a vicious scowl. The afternoon sun set her copper curls on fire. Ready to spew fury and flames, she opened her mouth but Sahar was faster, his small voice piping up.

“Char- Charlotte is… is no- no mutant and and and she’s neither ugly nor weak. And and and people who talk about, talk about killing others for no- no, no reason are… They’re the- the real monsters.”

His fingers fiddled with his shorts, tapping and twisting in the dark, worn linen as he stumbled over his words. His big green eyes jumped from the rocky street to the spider’s fangs, lingered on the intruder’s face before landing on Gideon. They narrowed as he all but spat the last words in Gideon’s face.

“The hell you just said?!” Gideon’s nostrils flared. How dare this little runt run his mouth about things he didn’t know shit about!

Crossing his arms, Sahar forced himself to hold his ground against Gideon’s furious, wide eyed stare. “You you, you heard me.”

Gideon heart hammered in his throat, pumping liquefied fire through his veins. His hands twitched.

“I give you one chance to take. That. Back.”

The boy’s trembling fingers dug into his forearms, knuckles whitening as he lifted his chin.

“Never.”

A roar tore from Gideon’s throat as he leapt forward. Rage burned through him like a wildfire, ready to ignite everything his fist would come in contact with.

Beating the selfritousnes out of that stupid stammering farmboy was the only thing that mattered now. Everything else blurred to background noise. Even the stranger on his shitty spider.

In that frozen second between charge and impact, Sahar’s feet moved. His body tilted to the side. Dodged Gideon’s blow. Effortlessly. He bounced back. Landed on the first stone step and uncrossed his arms. Ready to defend himself. His fingers had stopped twitching.

That little runt had nerves!

Gideon broke into a sprint.

“You sure are good at dodging!” He swung his arm back. “Try to handle this!”

Muscles flexing Gideon readied for impact, only for his arm to be janked back. A large hand had wrapped around his wrist. Stopped him mid punch. Craning his neck, Gideon stared up into Ansgar’s stern face.

Fuck he’s fast?!

“Looks like ya still got lots t’ learn about respect ‘n self-discipline, young man.”

Director Sahin sighed, eyes still locked on the intruder, who watched the spectacle with a lazy kind of interest.

Ansgar released Gideon’s hand and turned to Sahar. His grey eyes glistened like ice shards. “Same goes for you. Ya disappointed me, Sahar.”

Sahar blinked up at the man, eyes round and full of disbelief.

“Wh-what- what, what do you, do do do do- what do you mean?”

“I haven’t trained ya to run off ‘n start mindless fights. I tried to teach ya discipline ‘n how to survive these woods.” Ansgar’s voice did not waver and every word made Sahar shrink into himself. His fingers tapped a hectic distorted rhythm over his leg

The intruder snickered, “someone’s a stuck up,” earning Moira’s venomous glare.

“But- but I didn’t- he he he he he was, he was the one who-“

“Enough,” Ansgar thundered. “Don’t argue with me. If ya want a beatin’ so bad I’ll give ya one later. And now back t’ the farm. Ya grounded for the week. No fest. No nothin’!”

Sahar crumbled under the man’s anger, head ducked between his shoulders as the first teardrop fell. It trickled down his trembling jaw, painting a glistening path on his warm skin.

Voice reduced to a shaky exhale Sahar nodded, “yes, sir.”, and stormed up the stairs.

He had just vanished between the thick bushes, when the intruder broke out into a new laughing fit.

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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Chapter Two: First Date

Chapter one

You and Gojo went to get ready.

“I’m taking over your bathroom.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase.

“Awwwwww, you mean I don’t get a show?” He said jokingly.

“Nope, not yet!” You stuck out your tongue cheekily at him as you disappeared into the bathroom.

“Not fair!” He yelled, chasing after you and almost running head first into the door you’d just slammed shut.

“He’s something else,” you chuckled to yourself as you slipped off your clothes and entered the bath. Soon you could hear nothing but the sound of water spraying down your shoulders and dripping from your hair, as you lathered soap all over yourself and allowed the misty wetness of the shower to rinse your worries temporarily away. You hadn’t felt so refreshed in a long while... it was as if you were a different person by the time you got out of the shower and made your way over to the mirror to dry your hair. You dabbed your long (H/C) locks dry and twirled them round your curling iron, taking care not to overdo it and risk ruining your hair texture. “Now time for makeup!” You were careful not to overdo your makeup, just a simple smoky eye with liner and mascara to make your beautiful (E/C) eyes pop would suffice.

Finally, it was time to put on your figure-hugging purple corset dress. Its sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage, giving you enticing curves at the front, and the skirt hugged your hips snugly to emphasize your shapely figure. You wiggled your way into the dress and tightened the ribbons to achieve the perfect hourglass shape. “Perfect!” You said to yourself admiring how beautiful you looked in the mirror and shook your hips. “Damn I’m hot!” You said with newfound confidence as you wiggled your butt, the skirt swishing upwards to show off your lace thong. You finished up at last and slipped your black stiletto pumps on. “One final check to make sure everything is perfect.” You said as you twirled around again in front of the mirror – like a princess preparing for an important ball. But you didn’t quite trust the mirror enough; just to be safe, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of yourself posing, with your head tilted back and the most dazzling smile on your face.

“(Y/N) are you ready? It’s getting late!” Satoru’s voice from the other side of the door shook you out of your trance at last. As the door swung open, you saw his eyes lighting up in awe as they traveled down your body. “Holy shit (Y/N) yo-you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said as he gazed upon you. “I think I have a new found love for corsets. God damn (Y/N)! Please tell me you own more corsets and that you brought at least one more with you.”

“Yes, I do own more corsets, but I didn’t bring any others with me….. Satoru my eyes are up here!” You snapped your fingers in his face to yank his focus away from your cleavage.

“You could knock someone out with your boobs! I never realized just how nice they really were (Y/N).” He smirked as he reached for your breasts playfully.

You rolled your eyes at Gojo as you swatted his hands away. “Behave Mister! You at least have to take me on a date before I let you do anything else.” You said sticking out your tongue.

“Keep sticking out that tongue missy and I’ll give it something to do.” He teased smugly giving you a sexual smirk as he bit his lower lip.

You inched closer to Gojo. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked narrowing your eyes as you stuck out your tongue again teasing him.

“This!” He pulled you into his arms kissing you deeply as he pushed you against the wall. He broke the kiss trailing his lips down your neck.

Instantly his intoxicating cologne invaded your nostrils making you go weak in the knees at how amazing he smelled. “F-fuck Sa-to-ru! S-stop p-pleaseeeeee.” You moaned out as he bit your neck making you tremble.

“I’m sorry I just can’t help it….” He cupped your face leaning in close. “You’re just so much fun to tease, I love the way you react to me when I touch you turning you on. Plus you smell like a cupcake…. I have an enormous sweet tooth and I just wanna eat you up!” Gojo seductively licked his lips.

“I-I'm not turned on….” You replied shifting your eyes lying horribly.

“I call bullshit! I know you’re turned on (Y/N) you’re a hot trembling mess right now in my arms.” He replied taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to look at him.

You averted Gojo's gaze.

“See! You can’t even look me in the eyes when I call you out!” He said teasing you as he grabbed your butt feeling bare skin. Gojo moved his hand up feeling the lace fabric of your thong he took his fingers and snapped it making you moan. He smirked at you. “Did you wear a thong just for me beautiful? Does this mean I'm getting lucky with you tonight?” His ocean blue orbs instantly lit up like a child on Christmas.

You gave him a smirk. “I don’t know? Let’s see where the night takes us.” You said as you ran your finger down his chest. “If you’re good maybe you’ll get lucky with me in some way.”

“Oooooooh in what way?” He asked getting excited.

“Well I’m not giving myself up completely to you yet…. You still need to work for that. So you’ll just have to wait for later and find out how far I will let you go.” You grabbed his collar pulling Gojo in tenderly kissing his lips.

“Well then let’s get going!” He eagerly held out his arm for you to take.

You stepped into his embrace instantly his arm was protectively wrapped around you.

“Are you ready for an amazing night beautiful?” He asked as you stepped out the door with him.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Yes I am Satoru.”

“Lets go wait for the Uber.”

“Everyone is staring at us Satoru! It’s making me feel uncomfortable.” You said to Gojo as your eyes darted around the room catching nasty looks from a bunch of girls. “These girls look like they wanna rip me to shreds!” You said shifting uncomfortably in the booth.

Gojo pulled you into his lap wrapping you in a comforting embrace. “They're just jealous because you have me all to yourself.” He smiled and kissed your lips trying to make you feel better.

You buried your face in his neck trying to hide yourself. “But why? I'm sure most of these girls have already gotten with you….” You mumbled into his neck. You took a deep breath in smelling Satoru's wonderful scent, instantly it calmed you down.

“It’s because of the way I am acting with you….” Started Gojo as he rested his head on top of yours. “I never show affection like this towards a girl I'm just hooking up with, but you’re different from any of the other girls. You’re special to me.” Gojo looked at you with his inhumanly beautiful galaxy blue orbs smiling at you warmly as he played with your hair, all your worries started to disappear as he comforted you.

“How?” You asked picking your head up, searching his endless ocean blue eyes.

“Because when I am with you I see something more than just a random hook up. I want to get to know you (Y/N)…. Something about you is driving me crazy, making me want you more than anything and I don’t know why, but I want to find out so damn bad…. You very well may be the girl to tame me.” He said smiling at you sweetly. “Now are you ready to go to the club and dance with me? Or would you like to skip the club and just go back to my apartment?”

“Well I have never been to a club before so I am curious to go to one, but….” You trailed off.

“But what?” He asked taking your hands in his, getting excited.

You giggled in a flirty manner as you playfully pushed Gojo. “Satoru you’re certainly eager to get me home!” You said coyly.

He gave you a goofy grin and nodded his head. “Yessssss! Yes I am!”

“Well mister eager pants you’ll just have to wait!” You smirked at Gojo. “I wanna go to the club.”

Gojo groaned in annoyance. “You just love to torture me baby girl, don’t you?” He asked teasing you as he ran his fingers down your arm making you shiver.

You gave Gojo a cheeky smile and nodded your head as you got off his lap. “Come on babe the faster we go to the club the faster you get me home.”

He looked at you shocked. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?”

“Do you not want me to?” You asked shyly as your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“No, no, no I want you to…. I'm just not used to it, you kinda caught me off guard with that one…. Baby.” He winked at you giving you a devilish grin.

You turned even redder as he called you that.

“You are so cute when you blush!” Gojo kissed your nose making you turn into a tomato.

Meanwhile the same group of girls from earlier were staring you and Gojo down.

“Absolutely disgusting!” Started one of the girls. “Just look at the way Gojo is acting with that girl!” She scoffed.

“Yeah he never acted like that with me!” Another girl chimed in. “It’s like she has him whipped or something! What is her vagina made of fucking gold or something!?”

“It’s pathetic he’s like a lovesick puppy! How unattractive!” Scoffed another girl.

The group of girls continued to stare as you made goo-goo eyes with Gojo.

He noticed the group of girls glaring at you, he rolled his eyes before kissing the top of your head. “Okay let’s get going baby!” He said loudly so the group of girls heard him.

The girls faces went from disgusted to shocked.

“D-did he just call her ‘baby’!?” One of the girls said.

Another girl shot out of her seat. “Oh my God someone was able to land Gojo as a boyfriend and it’s a fucking Freshman!?” Blurted the girl.

You and Gojo both looked at the group of girls and laughed at them.

“Is there an issue girls?” You started. “What are you jealous that a mere Freshman is the girlfriend of the hottest, most desired man on campus?”

“Why you little bitch!” Yelled one of the girls as you and Gojo turned to leave.

“Wow how unattractive to make a scene like this in such a nice place! Grow up.” Stated Gojo as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Yikes, those girls were crazy.” You said trying to avoid the fact that you just called Satoru your boyfriend as you and him walked out of the restaurant.

“So I'm your boyfriend now?” Asked Gojo smugly as he pulled you into his strong embrace, with a big grin plastered to his gorgeous face stretching from ear to ear.

“I got caught up in the moment?” You looked at him lying badly once again.

“Uh no I don’t think so missy. Would you care to try again?” He poked your nose. “Reset!” He laughed.

“I-I-I I got nothing to counter with on this one.” You sighed in defeat and held your hands up. “You caught me I surrender Satoru I'm y-.”

“Oooooooh!” Gojo interrupted you getting excited. “Wait, why are you surrendering? (Y/N) you uh kinda lost me on this. A little help please beautiful?” He said pouting.

You rolled your eyes giving him a ‘are you serious' look. “Wow really? IF YOU WOULD LET ME FINISH!” You started to laugh.

“I’m sorry I heard you say you surrendered to me and my thoughts got the better of me.”

“CAN YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER FOR FIVE MINUTES!?” You yelled getting frustrated.

“No, you know just for that you can wait or try and figure out what I was going to say on your own.” You said smugly. “If I remember when we get home from the club I'll tell you then.” You trotted away shaking your butt just enough so your skirt flew up showing off your amazing ass with that sexy lace thong.

Gojo was completely entranced, holding out his hands to grab it he ran up behind you perfectly cupping your cheeks with his giant hands as he gently clapped them together. Giggling you pushed your butt up against Satoru's crotch teasing him as you wiggled it pressing against him more before twirling around. “H-hey now! You know for someone who is a virgin you’re a naughty little girl.” He caught you mid-twirl making you face him as he rested his hands on your hips. “(Y/N) you keep teasing me like this I won’t want to go to the club.” You shook your hips dancing in Satoru's arms as you grabbed his shirt yanking him in closer kissing his lips.

“Then get me to the club I'm dying to dance! I love club music!” You grabbed his hand starting to dance with him.

The club was filled with people, music was blasting as the neon lights went to the beat of the bass. You and Gojo we’re completely lost in each other as you grinded on him to the beat of the music, he had never seen anything so hot in his entire life as he grabbed your ass pulling you in closer to him your body was is perfect sync with his as you danced. The song finally ended and you stepped off the dance floor with Gojo to get a drink, you walked up to the bar with him. “Wanna do a shot with me pretty girl?”

“Only if I can pick it!” You responded.

“Okay you’re on!” Gojo replied smugly.

“What'll it be?” Asked the bartender.

“Two alien brain hemorrhages please!” You responded.

“Coming right up!”

“What the hell is an alien brain hemorrhage?” Gojo questioned you.

“Only my favorite shot!” Was all you said as the bartender made your drinks. “Cheers!” You cheered Gojo and downed the shot.

“Hey that was pretty good!”

“I told you!” You replied confidently.

“Excuse me can we get two more rounds of this?” Gojo asked catching the bartender as he walked by.

“Sure! Coming right up!”

“We going shot for shot again Satoru-kun?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yea why not? I wanna go home drunk with you plus to be completely honest I’m not big into drinking I’m a total lightweight so a few shots will do me good and I actually like what you chose for a shot baby girl.”

You and Gojo did a few more shots, both of you started feeling nice and tipsy suddenly you heard the start of your favorite techno song, grabbing Gojo's hand you yanked him onto the dance floor. “Woah what’s the rush?” Gojo asked pulling you into his arms.

~Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“This is my favorite song!” You replied as you pushed your butt against Satoru's crotch wrapping his hands around your waist.

~Take a little bite of my eager neck~

You spun around grinding up against Satoru as you sensually bit his neck making him moan as you pulled him into you.

~Let the burning keep me in check~

He looked at you with a burning passion in his eyes as he pulled you in closer to him, his senses going haywire as you wrapped your leg around him pressing your crotch against his hand.

~Overflowing, I cant deny the lust I feel around you~

He grabbed onto your waist snapping his hips against your crotch turning both of you on even more.

~Want a feeling that I'll never forget

How about I make your appetite wet?~

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he snapped his hips into you again your head tilted back as you moaned loudly.

~Delusions about this, every night and day~

Between Satoru grinding on you and the intense bass of the music, you were getting so turned on as you grabbed his neck attacking his lips.

Satoru saw how turned on you were “I wanna make you mine.” He whispered in your ear right when the song said it making you go crazy as you moaned out.

~Just slowly trace a line right down my back, I'll feel it right in my soul!~

The bass dropped and you quickly with it as you ran your hands over Satoru's crotch feeling his growing problem, you knew he would be pulling off the dance floor at any moment.

~Love will never mean I have to think you're right~

You came back up, Satoru pulled you right in grinding against you to the beat of the music.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

His hands traveled under your skirt grabbing at your ass, snapping your thong over and over again.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru's other hand traveled towards the front in between your legs.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

Gasping at the sudden friction your hips bucked wildly as his palm rubbed against your thong.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

You looked deep into his ocean orbs moaning out as he kept his hand between your legs.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

‘Accidently' one of his fingers slipped inside you.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

That was it the feeling of your tight dripping pussy around his finger ruined Satoru.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned into Satoru's mouth as his finger went deeper inside you.

~Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! Heh, heh.” You went in perfect sync with the song pulling Satoru closer into you gently nibbling his lower lip.

~Drowning deep within this love sensation~

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore you were turning him on so much, he pulled you off the dance floor and called a Uber as you left the club.

~Getting lost in the sex vibrations

Now I'm ready for take off, brace yourself for an explosion~

You waited outside for the Uber, Satoru was standing behind you rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he pressed his growing bulge against you while kissing your neck making you lose yourself in his touch.

~For this trick, rip off your SHIRT

come on, follow me, I’ll show you thirst~

The Uber finally came, Satoru opened the door for you to get in, he got right in behind you instantly turned his attention to you as he started making out with you passionately.

Kissing him roughly you straddled his waist bucking your hips against his crotch making Satoru moan into your mouth as you ripped his shirt open.

~It’s alright, Let’s GET FLYING we’re starting~

“Hey you two! Keep it in your pants til you get home!” Yelled the driver as he glanced at the time of arrival to see how long he would have to bare the sounds of your lewd moans. “Only seven minutes thank God.”

~Don’t you worry my DARLING~

Satoru sneakily slipped his hand into your thong gently rubbing your clit. “Shhhhh keep quiet so we don’t get caught baby girl.” He whispered into your ear as he slipped his finger inside you again.

~Instead of labels can't we say we're friends~

You buried yourself into his neck to stifle your moans as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

~I'd rather take you as you are without an oath~

Faster and faster he fingered you, making it almost impossible to stay quiet. You lifted your head up hungrily attacking his lips.

~Love will never mean you have to think I'm right~

You were so drunk on Satoru your body moved on it’s own as your hips bucked again, making his finger go deeper.

~We were never gonna give marriage a try~

“HEY YOU'RE HOME!” Yelled the Uber driver bringing the two of you back to reality.

~Coz I always thought you'd find another guy~

“Thanks for the ride man!” Satoru replied as he took out his phone to rate the driver and give him a generous tip for having to put up with the show.

~Holding onto every time you died inside~

You and Satoru got out of the car stumbling your way down the hall to his apartment.

~Take a look into my heart to give you life~

You didn’t even make it into his apartment, he couldn’t take it anymore pinning you up against the wall, his lust getting the better of him. He grabbed at your ass trying to take off your thong as he grinded against you kissing you deeply.

~Make a choice to either hide or stay in sight~

You stopped Satoru's attack on your lips. “Sa-to-ru…. Do you really wanna give your neighbors a show Satoru?” You pointed to an open door and two pairs if eyes watching you and Satoru.

~Gotta hurry coz I won't reveal my side of the story don't you see I've got it held up in my mind~

He glanced over at the prying eyes and picked you up running into his apartment.

~As the world around you is crumbling down (I've got you with my spell)~

He locked the door and ran straight into his room throwing you onto the bed.

~The only one that you can count on is yourself~

“I've been waiting for this all day my sweet, sweet (Y/N).” Started Satoru as he parted your legs, pulling off your thong. “Now pretty girl what can I do to you?” He asked gently pushing two fingers in hoping you being distracted would let him go further with you.

~I don't ever wanna fall in love~

“Sa-to-ruuuu!” You moaned out. “Fu-fuck.” You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

~Just let me play the game, make your skin feel numb~

“(Y/N) just give into your desires.” Satoru whispered into your ear as he ran his fingers over your soft skin making you tremble beneath him. “I see it in your eyes you’re trying so hard to fight it baby girl.”

~You could call my name, pretend to love for fun~

He was right you wanted him to do everything to you but, you wanted to make him wait. You took a deep breath in gathering your thoughts and coming down from your high. “S-Satoru, I-I want you to come up here and kiss me…. I love kissing you.”

~'Cause I don't care when you suck on my tongue~

Satoru did so, you attacked his lips kissing him deeply moaning into his mouth as his fingers went deeper.

~Can't you see, tonight you'll end up mine?~

Your hands traveled down unbuttoning his pants, taking his member out you gasped at the girth you felt as you wrapped your small hands around it.

~I'll do you fast and hard, you're gonna end up blind~

Satoru moaned out loudly at the sudden surprise. “Mmmmmm (Y/N) eager aren’t we little cupcake?” Cooed Satoru as he leaned in kissing your neck and started to untie your corset.

~I'll give you a sign and then you'll see in no time!~

All the air left your body as he finished undoing your corset. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took your dress off exposing you completely. Your face turned bright red, you wanted to hide, never in your life did you feel so vulnerable than in that moment. Your skin became hotter and hotter by the second as your heart tried to beat out of your chest. Deep inside you were panicking.

~All Right! All the tension, killer engine~

Satoru could feel the tension starting to build inside you. “(Y/N) if you want me to stop just say so…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said in a soothing voice instantly calming you down.

~Let's go, we're gonna BURN BURN BURN~

You inhaled a deep breath trying to gather yourself. “No Satoru please don’t stop…. This is amazing yet terrifying at the same time…. I’ve never been touched like this…. I’ve…. Never felt like this. Please do more to me Satoru.”

~What you want my lovin' for?~

“Well love what will you let me do to you?” He asked again this time actually wanting an answer from you.

~Stop begging me for more~

“I want you to d-do e-ev-everything to-to me-“

“Really!?” He said cutting you off. “You do!?” Satoru jumped at your approval getting ahead of himself he started to strip.

“Woah hold on a minute Satoru I'm not finished talking!” You shouted as he got on top of you pressing his member against your thigh. “F-fuck.” You wined out as his tip gently grazed your clit. “Th-this isn’t helping…. How do I say no when you’re literally on top of me looking at me like that.” A frustrated sigh left your lips.

He kept looking at you his ocean eyes filled with lust, wonder and excitement all melding together at once.

~Dance away your feelings and move to the sound~

“God damnit you’re making it so hard right now….” You mumbled.

“Did I make you crash? You can’t even form a coherent thought (Y/N).” Satoru said teasing you.

“Well gee I wonder why Satoru? I only have the sexiest man ever on top of me trying to fuck me.” You replied giving him a disgruntled look.

“And there she is! Okay can you give me a straight answer now darling?”

“What do you mean by that Satoru?” You questioned the white-haired man.

“You're calmer now aren’t you?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Then now that you’re thinking clearly I can get a straight answer from you?”

You started to tremble again.

“Why are you acting like this (Y/N)?” Satoru asked his voice laced with concern as he got off of you.

“Y-you're just so intimidating Satoru.”

“But you’ve been teasing me all day why are you so nervous now?”

“I mean I can talk the talk Satoru but I am still a virgin so being in a intimate setting like this I'm scared, all these sensations are all so new to me…. I mean yea I’ve masturbated before but this is nothing like that…. This is so much better.” You took a deep breath in. “Okay I'm okay! I'm not ready to go all the way but you can do anything else to me Satoru.” You smiled and tenderly kissed his lips.

~Come on baby, GET DOWN!~

With that approval Satoru instantly went down on you. “Oh my Godddddddd!” You moaned out as he sucked on your clit. “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You wined out tugging on his soft white hair as you became a puddle at his touch.

~Love will never mean we have to think we're right~

Satoru ate you out like an animal that didn’t have a meal in weeks. The sound of him licking up your juices echoed through the room, that wonderful sound turned the both of you on so much….. Never in your life did you think someone could make you that wet.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

Your breath hitched as you felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse, you were getting close to an orgasm. “F-fu-fuckkkkk Sa-Sa-Satoruuuu I'm-I'm c-cu-cummmmmminggggggg!” You wailed out as your walls tightened around his fingers you came gushing into his mouth. You heard faint moans coming from Satoru as he licked up every last drop of your juices.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru finally came up for air, he had a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face of his. “Baby girl you taste delicious!” He cooed as he leaned in to kiss you making you taste yourself.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

“Why is this so hot?” You thought to yourself as Satoru sloppily kissed you making your juices dribble down your chin.

You broke the kiss and looked at him with a smirk stretched from ear to ear. “Lay down I wanna try something.” He did so, you got on his chest so you were in the 69 position.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

“Wait (Y/N) are you going to do what I think?” He asked you getting all excited.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

You didn’t answer him, instead you let your tongue do the talking as you licked the milky pre-cum off his tip, making him shiver at your touch. You let out a soft giggle as you slowly worked your way down his shaft paying the most careful attention to each part as you licked grazing your piercing over the smooth skin.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

“(Y-Y/N-N) you’re v-very na-naughty for a v-virgin.” Satoru moaned out as you encircled your mouth around his tip, making him gasp at the wonderful feeling. “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N)!” He whined out as he grabbed your ass diving back into your soaking core.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned out making your tongue vibrate against his shaft as you took it in it’s entirety down your throat causing Satoru to buck his hips almost making you choke.

~Let the power of desire unleash~

You continued to lick and suck taking complete control, Satoru stopped eating you out and just laid there becoming a hot mess beneath you.

~(Can't take this anymore)~

“Oh my God (Y/N) your tongue piercing feels a-am-amazinggggggg. If you k-keep this up I’m-I'm gonna burst!” Satoru moaned out as you deep throated him again. “F-fuck baby girl I'm getting close to cumming! G-gahhhhhh!”

~Without a second thought my passion slowly burns~

You continued to work Satoru until he couldn’t take it anymore, he came in your mouth and you took every last drop. Gently you sucked on the tip making him squirm finally you released yourself from his member.

Satoru pulled you off him and laid you down next to him as he pulled you in close. “Baby girl that was amazing!” He cooed as he kissed the top of your head.

~So take control and show me what it's worth~

“Would you believe me if I said that was my first blow job ever?” You asked him.

“No I wouldn’t.” He chuckled. “Well you’re really, really good at it! In fact that was one of the best ones I’ve ever had. That tongue piercing is something else.”

You blushed at the compliment. “T-thank you Satoru.” You rested your head on his chest and soon fell into a deep blissful sleep.

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I’ll Meet You There (Part 1)

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/ Wife!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Mentions child loss, loss of a spouse, survivor’s guilt, vague references to suicide/suicidal thoughts after loss of child (all located in the first 500 words, so it’s brief and not too dark, but please take care) and violence, swearing, and action/fighting.

Summary: What if Marcus’s wife didn’t actually die? What if she and a few others were kidnapped during an attack on Heroics’ HQ, and then held captive for years without realizing? If the only thing you “remember” from your past is that your husband and daughter were killed, well, you surely wouldn’t want to go back to the people who you believe did it. But maybe, with the help of a tenacious child and some re-awaking parental instincts, you’ll be able to break through the brainwashing and forced amnesia, and find your way home.

Tags: Hurt/No comfort (for now), ANGST, eventual happy ending, one really sad man for whom I just keep making things worse, #sorrynotsorry

A/N: This is my first We Can Be Heroes fic, and first reader fic, so please be gentle. I’ve got the rest of the story outlined, so I hope I can get down to writing and posting it soonish, but my RL is busy and doesn’t leave much time/energy for quick updates. If you like it and want me to do a taglist, let me know so you can know when I update again. Also a big thank you to the amazing Jay @disgruntledspacedad and her fic The Right Thing for inspiring this one, and for allowing me to use her wife!reader idea. Please go check her blog out, and give her some love <3

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“You’ve been in a terrible accident, Doctor, and I regret to inform you of your husband’s and daughter’s passing. Our rescue and recovery efforts after the incident were unfortunately unsuccessful, and you have our deepest sympathies.”

It took months for those words to even sink into you; months before you even remembered anything about who you were... the accident, or the attack, as it was more commonly known by you and the other victims, took your entire life away in an instant. You survived, physically, but at the cost of your partner? Your child? All the memories of your life together? How could you be worth it?

“Your transcripts and accomplishments are phenomenal, Doctor, and I’m in need of talented and capable individuals such as yourself to help right the wrongs, and demand justice, from those who have committed such heinous acts against us. The Heroics are murderers, destroyers of peace, and they have gotten away with their crimes for far too long. They’ve been praised and applauded and worshipped as gods while all they truly are, are terrorists. How many more innocent lives can we allow to be lost to their carelessness? ‘For the greater good’ is quite the insult when the people saying such things aren’t the ones losing their families to the chaos, wouldn’t you agree? Join me, Doctor, and we can make a difference.”

It was easy decision for you, even in the early days of your recovery. From the distant and foggy memories of your past, your anguish in what you could recall, you knew that if you could stop someone else from having to feel the loss and pain that comes from losing their spouse and children, you would do so in a heartbeat.

Your husband had been an incredible man, your Everything, you would imagine, going by the ache in your heart when you thought of being without him. His name, his appearance; that was all lost to you when you lost him. His existence in what could be healed of your memories was just a shadow, a shade, the vague impression of the man you loved. You remembered his warmth, his kindness and gentleness, his love and devotion to you and the child you created together.

And your beautiful baby girl... if thoughts of your husband left your heart aching, then thoughts of your daughter left you in unparalleled agony, completely inconsolable. You tried to avoid thinking of her, if you were being honest, tried to leave all what-ifs and could’ve/should’ve/would‘ve’s behind... you had worked with people, mothers, who had lost children before, had seen them tear themselves apart in their grief, taking the blame for something that was in no way their fault; you had seen them destroy their lives with their hoarded guilt and perceived crimes... you couldn’t allow yourself to fall for that, those falsehoods, you had to be alive if you wanted to honour your child and husband’s sacrifice.

“We will make them pay for what they’ve done to us, Doctor, I promise you that. Together, we can get justice for your husband, for your little Missy.”

---

Marcus knew something was wrong as soon as his commlink started transmitting static instead of his teammates’ conversations. The Heroics had been deployed to stop a hoard of rogue security androids that were infected by a virus or something (he couldn’t usually follow the technobabble), which had led them to escape their testing facility and target nearby civilians with their advanced weapons technology.

Evacuating the citizens trapped in the line of fire was the team’s first objective, and once the area was cleared of potential victims, they moved onto the containment and neutralization of the enemy combatants. The Heroics team was decently cohesive; they could work together to ensure the protection of innocent lives while in a firefight, but once the civilians were in the clear and the stakes not so high, the supersized egos of the members emerged with a fiery passion. This particular firefight was no different.

“Hey ‘Legend, bet you a week of incident reports that my count is higher!” Miracle Guy’s voice broke out over the ‘link, as eager to show-boat as ever, from where he was steadily piling up his deactivated attackers.

“I’ll take that action, Miracle, easy. It’ll be like taking candy from a baby!” Crimson Legend wasn’t the type of person who could ignore a bet, especially one issued from Miracle. “You’re probably so behind already that you don’t even stand a chance, ha!”

Of course, they just had to make it a game, keep the superiority contest going; like a single mistake couldn’t cost them a life or a limb. And just to further prove how amazingly mature the rest of Marcus’s team of Adult Superheroes were, they all started in on the bet too.

“If I beat your totals, I want a week off from training!”

“Ha! Like any of you have a chance of winning against me! I want my on-call weekend, off”

“If I win, you’re all my personal slaves for the rest of the day!”

Did Marcus say Adult Superheroes? He meant infants.

And they had started the mission so well, communicating and strategizing, actual teamwork instead of bickering and joking around like children. Hell, even their children didn’t get into as much trouble as their parents could.

“Guys, it’s really not the best time to be playing around. We need to focus on-” He was cut off by the loud static burst of an out-of-range radio. Shit. That’s not good. If his comms unit was fried, he couldn’t direct his teammates, couldn’t keep track of them, couldn’t help them.

They were pretty spread out by now, giving everyone room to use their powers without worrying about another Heroic getting caught in the blast zone. He knew from their most recent locational sound off that Crushing Low and Invisi Girl were working together near the intersection two streets over from him, and if he could make his way over to them, he could figure out what was going on.

Marcus needed to know if it was just his commlink that was out of commission, or if their entire network had gone down. The former scenario was a minor inconvenience, the latter was a major issue. Either he’d have to lead his team by correspondence, or he’d have to worry about them being completely alone in the field, without support from HQ, and without any chance of backup or rescue.

He couldn’t worry about the details now, he had to keep focused on finishing off the seemingly endless wave of androids. Androids with guns. Androids with guns that he was trying to kill with a pair of katanas... Maybe he hadn’t thought his primary weapon for this mission out very well... It was just something that he’d have to come back to later. For now: sword, robot, teammates.

---

They didn’t pay him enough for this. He should have gone into acting like he had planned before his powers manifested. This sort of shit didn’t happen to actors.

Marcus had destroyed all the androids delaying him from reaching his nearest teammates and was finally able to move to their location with relative ease and only minor distraction. He could see Crushing Low laying waste to the few remaining functional robots in the area, and could assume that Invisi Girl was around somewhere, disabling any downed but not dead enemies while protecting ‘Low’s back.

He was proven right when he heard a feminine voice call for him to “hit the deck, Moreno!”.

“Thanks Vis! You two doing alright? What’s your comms sitch?” He stood back up straight, just missing being nailed in the head by a flying metal limb had it not been for her heads-up.

“We’re a-okay! Comms are out though. No known damage to them, no knocks or surges, might be the tech, or it might be the channel. We’ll have to see what Tech-No thinks.” She was still invisible, but Marcus could imagine her animated expressions and movements. She was one of the most... normal... of the Heroics, if normal could ever be used to describe any of the team. Reliable and observant, with a good sense of battle strategy. He greatly appreciated her skills and efficiency in the field; she and Tech-No being the most down-to-earth of the Heroics, most willing to help him keep the peace between the rest of them.

“I’ll watch Low’s back if you can go find Tech. We need to know what’s going on, ASAP. If all the comms are down, and Tech can’t get them back up, I need you to find everyone and tell them to meet back at the robotics facility. Get Miracle and Fast to help if you can. If anyone’s injured, they’re your first priority, okay? Thanks, Vis.”

---

Getting every member of the Heroics team back together took nearly an hour, all coming fresh from the fight but thankfully not too banged up or bruised. They set up a perimeter once enough of the team had arrived to their meeting spot, allowing Tech-No to deep-dive into investigating their communications malfunction.

“It’s the network, not our comms. We’re dealing with a drop either from HQ’s side, or a forced drop here from RFI. But considering the standard distance and all the buildings and stuff around us, a radio frequency jammer wouldn’t be able to block our communications network as far out as we were. We must assume that the problem comes from HQ. which presents further concerns, obviously. I designed most of the technology there myself, so I know exactly how much work it would be to take down the whole system. We need to consider this as part of a bigger plot, and plan accordingly.” Tech-No’s eventual explanation hang heavy in the air, no one willing to break the silence following it... If something had happened to HQ… Their co-workers were there, their friends, their children…

Marcus thought of his daughter and wife. They were both there today. His wife worked in the medical centre, and they brought their daughter there for daycare. If something happened there... shit. If he was panicking about his family already, his teammates were doing the same. He had to head this off. He couldn’t let this get out of control. He took a breath and squared his shoulders. It was time to be Marcus Moreno the leader of the Heroics, not Marcus the husband and father. Lead by example, they’re all counting on you.

“We have no proof that anything is actually wrong, and until we know for sure why we can’t reach them, we need to do our jobs. Finish the mission. We’ve always trusted our people to hold down the fort at home so we can help people out here, and they’ve never let us down before. We are not going to doubt them now, understood? Whatever happened? We know HQ is doing their best to keep our loved ones safe. So, we finish up here, quickly and thoroughly, and then we head back to base. Let’s get moving,” He met his teammates’ eyes, allowed them to witness his own fears, but also his stubborn determination. He wasn’t asking them to ignore or dismiss their worries, but rather, put it into finishing the mission so they could go home sooner.

No one fought him; thankfully just picked their tasks and headed out.

“Tech, we need transport. Now. I don’t care how you do it, just get it done, alright?” Marcus refused to acknowledge the slight tremble in his voice, tried to breathe around the lump in his throat and the dread sinking in his stomach. He desperately stopped himself from thinking about coincidences and probabilities. This was all a fluke, a random string of events that didn’t mean anything more was going on. They’d be able to laugh about it when they got home and saw everything was just as they’d left it. He had to believe that. He didn’t have any other choice.

—-

Transport home turned out to be a military helicopter big enough to fit the whole team, in addition to the fully outfitted squad of soldiers already inside.

“According to the press release your director gave, there was small but powerful group of gifted individuals who invaded Heroics’ Headquarters, intending to either kidnap or kill certain “important personnel” within the building. Didn’t specify much more than that, other than that your organization would be dedicating as much manpower as they could to bring “those who would cause such destruction and terror” to justice. The address was filmed in the parking lot, but there were a lot of emergency responders and vehicle in the background. I’m sorry we can’t tell you anything more, but well, we were scrambled to your location ASAP, barely had time for the news we got...” The staff sergeant sitting across from Marcus briefed the team about what the intel they had on the HQ attack. And that was what it was. An attack. The thing they all feared most.

“Thank you for the information, and for the ride back home; we lost communication in the middle of a battle, with no clue as to why. Now, at least, we have an idea of what we should expect when we arrive.” The mention of “important personnel” jump-started Marcus’s heart into overdrive. That was the code phrase they used when describing their most vulnerable people to the public, non-combatants and injured persons usually; a smokescreen meant to dissuade targeted attacks, and shift attention away from those who couldn’t protect themselves in the case of an emergency. It was also the code that frequently represented their children.

The families of the Heroics were classified as high-risk targets; villains and enemies of their organization didn’t often have the moral decency to leave their loved ones out of the fight. So, to afford as much anonymity and protection possible, any time the team had to reference their partners and children in physical records and documentation, it was under that code phrase.

This attack was centred on their kids.

What kind of monster do you have to be to go after a bunch of kindergarten and primary school children?

Fuck.

The only good news was that there was no mention of the attack being a success.

So, all the Heroics knew for certain was that a group of villains had tried to get to their children, and while obviously causing significant damage to HQ, they had been stopped. Were unsuccessful. The Home Team had saved the day again.

Marcus thanked every deity he could think of for keeping his and his friends’ kids safe.

The rest of the flight home was quiet. Him and teammates finally able to get some rest after all the fighting and panic, and the soldiers conversing just loud enough to be heard over the headsets and hum of the chopper’s motors.

He was pulled back from the edge of unconsciousness he had been drifting along for a while when the pilot gave them their five-minute ETA.

They were home at long last, and everything was going to be just fine.

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#we can be heroes #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno #we can be heroes fanfiction #reader x marcus moreno #marcus moreno x you #reader insert #hurt/comfort #eventual happy ending #please forgive my bad fight scenes lol

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nattspencer · 4 years

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Lighthouse

Missy x Reader

Summary: The reader is really self conscious and struggling because she thinks she’s not good enough for missy

A/N: English is not my first language, therefore I’m really sorry for any mistakes, let me know about them. Also, I’m not sure if that’s what the anon requested, but I did my best, hope you all like and hope to see more of your requests again!

Warnings: Mention of impostor syndrome, lots of self-loathing at the beginning, super fluffy at the end, soft!Missy.

Word count: 1.939

Not my GIF

Not even your favorite book was enough to cheer you up. Hours have passed since you locked yourself inside that library and that feeling kept nagging at you like a disease, eating you from inside. It’s been less than a week since you and Missy are officially together and there wasn’t a single moment that the impostor syndrome didn’t get you. You weren't worthy of her. How could you be? She is a thousand years old creature, wise as the universe, mad as a hatter and complex as the sphinx riddles. You’re just a human, just a breakable, stupid, brief human.

Sighing, you let your eyes drift throughout the room, trying so desperately to focus on something other than yourself, trying to numb your pain. You observed the trembling shadows on the wall, glowing and dimming according to the fire that raged on the fireplace, the shelves bumped with books from all languages and subjects, some that your mind couldn't ever grasp about. The main lights were off, it was just you, the fire, and a lampshade that shaped your book's words, so known by you.

The leather sofas and the armchairs carefully displayed with tea tables around screamed the Time Lady's addictiveness for the drink, unpretentiously, your watch got caught by a well known couch. It was right there when she first told you how much you meant for her. Missy was reading out loud to you the same book between your hands, while her fingers danced delightfully between your locks and your head comfortably placed on her lap. She said you were her lighthouse, her safe place, and still, you couldn't believe in one word of it.

A dripping sound suddenly lifts you from your thoughts. Your face was wet. When did you start crying? Funny, the more you try to escape, the more you see yourself surrender by her in every single aspect, drowned in her. She was your universe, and you knew deep in your bones that you weren't enough for her. She deserved more. She deserves to be loved by someone who would never leave her, who wouldn't decain and die in a few years, who she could share the rest of her life with. She just worths so much more than you could ever be.

The worst part, nevertheless, was seeing her trying to cheer you up. Oh god, seeing her sad and concerned eyes pointed at you just destroys your soul completely. The only one you swore to protect, now suffers because of your insecurities. You knew you should talk to her, you knew that she was waiting for you to do that, but you couldn't. You just couldn't. Your mind kept repeating to you like a mantra how much desgust she would feel if she finally knew how stupid you are. Your hands covered your mouth trying to muff your sobs.

Far away, you could hear her heels clicking on the floor, too fast for you to hide, too fast for you to run, all you had time to do was take a deep breath and wipe your flooded face. You didn't dare to look on her face, you just pretended to read the book on your lap.

“I'm just making tea, do you want some?” She broke the silence uncertain of what to say.

“Oh, no, I'm fine baby.” You said putting your best smile on your face “Actually, I think I'm going to bed. I'm feeling rather tired today. See you there later?” Quickly you got up, trying to pass by her unnoticed when she warmly held your arm.

“Y/N…” Missy said in a plea “Please, talk to me. What have I done wrong?”

“Nothing honey, I'm just a bit tired.” That was a paper thin lie, but it was the best you could come up with.

“You're crying.”

“I was reading a very emotional book, don't worry, it's just hormones. I'm getting very emotional these days.”

“You were reading your favorite, Y/N, there's nothing sad or emotional in that book. Please, please talk to me. Tell me what's happening.” Missy never begged anything for anyone, but you were her exception. She was terrified to lose you.

“It's stupid-”

“If it's bothering you it's not stupid, nothing about you are. Share with me. I'm sure we can solve it, together.” Her hand slides by your arms and reaches your hand, lacing your fingers with hers in a warm embrace. There's just one thing in the whole world you couldn't resist: her supplicating eyes. You couldn't take it anymore.

Exhausted, you just let yourself collapse in her arms. Tears fogged your vision and soaked her shoulder, your white knuckled fingers held her close as if in any moment, she should just turn into smoke and disappear. There was no point in hiding your sobs, hiding your misery, you let it all out. Even not grasping entirely your motives, the Time Lady held you tight, as if you were the most precious thing in the whole universe, lulling you until you calm down.

“I’m…” Still attached to her, your muffled and choked voice began “I’m sorry Missy, I’m so, so sorry.” The words came out as a mantra

“What do you mean?” Delicately, she involved your fingers from her blouse and kissed your knuckles, guiding you to sit on the sofa.

“I’m not the right person for you, I can’t ever be.” You confessed avoiding her eyes.

“Y-y-you don’t love me, is that it?” Never a few words hurt so much to be pulled out. A billion knots formed in her throat .

“No!” You jolted, almost offended that she could think such a thing “I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone, it’s surreal.” Missy hides a relief smile, but her body lightens. “I’m so lost in you and your hearts make me feel so good, so loved, so safe that I feel I might explode in happiness. You’re my universe, Missy, and that’s why I can’t be with you” She frowns, disturbance filling her eyes “I can’t be with you knowing that you deserve so much more than I could ever be. You deserve someone who won’t fade and die in a few years, someone you can share the rest of your life with, someone so wise that you can rely on and who you could run all the universe with. I’m just a waste of time. I can live the rest of my life with you but you can’t live the rest of yours with me. I’ll hurt you. How many years do you think I would be able to run the stars with you? Twenty? Thirty? Forty? All of that is just a blink of an eye to you. I can’t just sit down and wait for you to discover the great froud I am. I can’t spend the rest of my life waiting for you to regret and most of all I can’t deal with your contempt.” The Time Lady was astonished. Her mouth opens and closes but no sound came from it. You didn’t dare look at her “I think… I think it’s better for us both if you just throw me back at my flat and forget about me.“ Your throat burns. Nothing ever could be harder than this. “You deserve more, Missy. Let go of me. Just promise that you will be happy, okay?” When your shattered eyes finally glanced at the Time Lady, she didn’t think twice before sealing your lips with hers.

It took a few moments for you to realize what is happening, but as always, she melted you. Tasted salty and bitter from your tears, however, you could feel her hearts exploding and taking you in. Her hands cupped your cheeks so delicately as if you would break and fade in any second, her body leaning slowly towards you until your back touched the cushion, you were in the clouds. When your tongs meet, it was like your hearts meet too. Before you felt her love and passion, but now, you were emerging into it, drowning into it, until you bolt were breathless.

“You can’t see it, can you?” She whispered, resting her forehead against yours.

“What?” You answered still inebriated by her.

“Your own light. Your kindness, your generosity, your forgiveness, your empathy, all of your stunning qualities, you can’t see it, can you?” She moves backwards slightly, just to see your eyes “You’re the kind of person who doesn't make people better.” It stings. “You inspire them to be better by themselves, to love themselves. For a long time I only saw myself the way other people see me, as a broken useless thing, but you saw me for me. You made me worthy. You believed in me even when I already gave up on myself.” You saw the admiration deep inside her blue sea eyes and your head skipped a beat. “You say I’m so wise but you taught me so much about people, about myself, I rely on you. I don’t care if we can’t run across the stars, I just want to be with you. You are all the stars I need, and I don’t want to waste a single moment of our forever. For the first time in my lives, I want to be happy, and that’s only possible if I’m with you.”

“B-But I’m nothing special-”

“Yes you are. You’re my lighthouse, my safe place, the one that makes me, a lover of chaos what to be good. I want to be better for you, Y/N, and that’s not because you asked me, you never did, that’s because you inspired me and showed me how good good can be. You made me love myself for god sake.” The sound of her laugh was strangled by her unspilled tears. “I want you until you’re grey and old, Y/N. I may suffer when you die, but don’t steal our time together from me.” Her eyes plead painfully.

“I love you.” That’s all you managed to say.

“Stay with me, and I promise I’ll try my best to return the favour and make you love yourself even more then I love you.”

“There’s nowhere else I want to be.” She smiled tearfully.

“Promise me that you’ll always talk to me when you feel this way?” She supplicated delicately. “I don’t think I can bear to hear you ask for leaving again.”

“I promise. I’m sorry for hiding it from you, it’s just…” You tuck a rebellious curl behind her ear and place your hand in her cheeks, rubbing it affectionately. “My head kept telling me not to, you’re a big ball of confidence, I tough my insecurities would just look stupid for you”

“Hey, first, you’ll never look stupid to me, actually you always seemed so... imprevisible? Complicated but simple, good but sometimes delightfully wicked, fragile but so strong, I think your contradictions were one of the many things that made me fall in love with you. Anyways, second, I might look like a big ball of confidence, but I’m far away from it. I wear this mask for my enemies so I don’t seem weak or less than them in the battlefield, and I can say for sure today, that my biggest fear is to lose you, not for your age, but for something else. It terrifies me to think that we can’t enjoy all the time we have left.”

“May it be eternal while it lasts... Thank you. For being here to me.”

“Always, love. I’ve got you. No matter what we face, I got you.”

#missy x reader #the master x reader #missy/reader #missy doctor who x reader #missy doctor who

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najatheangel · 3 years

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genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

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Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” “Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

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I Don’t Appreciate Disrespect

(Yancy x GenderNeutral!Reader)

Request: May I have a Yancy x reader where the reader decided to stay in prison to be with him? They're there together and happy, and then someone new comes into the prison. The newbie seems nice enough at first, but then when newbie sets their sights on Yancy they turn nasty towards the reader. Reader hides it from Yancy at first, but he discovers what's going on, confronts the newbie, and comforts the reader.

Happy State Penitentiary has now become home to you, you turned from a person attempting to break out of prison to an institutionalized inmate who’s madly in love with their fellow convict. After Yancy had convinced you to stay with him using his charming smile and incredible singing, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. This was the height of luxury, you’d spend your days lounging around with Yancy by your side and the whole gang together like one big family. At the beginning of each month, you’d get some new inmates. The excitement Yancy would exude at the prospect of a bigger family always made your heart swell. Usually, two to four people would be entering the prison, yet this month only one was joining the floor. It was hard at first to get to know the new girl, she was constantly talking to the group who all clamored around her asking her loads of questions. But Yancy being the honorary boss or leader would be the one to show all the new inmates around, giving them the rules and reasons why their experience wouldn’t be so bad.

“Hey, Babes how’s about youse come help me welcome the new guest, show em some hospitality? At the sound of Yancy’s voice at your cell door, you stand. Yancy is swaying slightly in a little excited movement. “I’d love to Yance.” Yancy holds out his hand for you to take. It’s warm and soft.

You follow him down the main corridor into the common grounds, the blonde girl lounges on a cushion near the back of the room. She’s so immersed in a book that she doesn’t hear Yancy and you walk up. Yancy clears his throat, “hey Missy, ready for that tour I promised youse?” She gasps slightly, dropping her book from her fright at the sudden noise. She collects herself and immediately smiles at the recognition of Yancy’s voice. Both Yancy and you smile at her trying to be as friendly as possible. She looks up at Yancy a wide smile on her face while her eyes quickly scan him, she stops to stare at the sight of his hand intertwined with yours. Her face immediately falls, and she glares slightly in your direction before quickly putting on a neutral face.

Yancy notices her confusion at the sight of you and him. “Brought my partner along, wanted to introduce you two’s get youse acquainted” he smiles proudly squeezing your hand reassuringly. Missy smiles slightly and rises to her feet “lead the way handsome” she says as she places a hand on his arm. You scowl at that, did she not understand you two were together? You thought Yancy had been pretty clear and obvious. Whatever, she’d figure it out soon enough.

“Alright, let’s get to work” he quickens his pace and begins his long rehearsed tour. “Come on meet the gang... There’s jimmy the pickle and shithole hank...” the members smile or wave when they’re introduced. She smiles at them all, talks to the ones she’s already met and overall seems very friendly.

“Finally, you know me, Yancy the devilishly handsome boss and this is my goyfriend (Y/N)” he smiles proudly.

“It’s great to meet you all,” she said in a cutesy tone “You’re all so welcoming I think I’m going to like it here” she beams and everyone hollers and cheers at her positive attitude.

It had now officially been a month with Missy in the prison. And you still don’t know anything about her, just that she doesn’t like you. She had been giving you the dirtiest looks ever since she saw Yancy kiss you. Missy had even cornered you in the bathroom alone "(Y/N), you need to stay out of my way." You immediately turn from the sink to look at her, "What?" this is the first sentence she had ever spoken directly at you. "You heard me stay out of my way or you'll regret it." she snaps."What's this about Missy?" you played coy. She scowls, "You know what it's about, I like your boyfriend. So stay out of my way." She walks out leaving you in the bathroom alone.

You decided not to tell Yancy about the new recruit, you trusted him completely and you weren't afraid of her. Besides, you didn't want to stir up any more fights Yancy was still on thin ice with the warden since the fight you two had. Of course, it led to your decision to stay with him but solitaire is never a good time for any prisoner.

So you took whatever Missy threw at you. It didn't hurt you, you need a thick skin in prison. But, it made hanging out with the gang such a chore. Hearing the constant praise and overall joy of having Missy around made you gag. Eventually, you stopped seeing so much of the gang, and then you took to only kissing Yancy when the two of you were alone. But Missy wanted you completely out of the picture any time she saw you two walking together she'd put herself between the two of you and occupy all of Yancy's attention, now you were getting jealous.

Yancy had noticed your reserved mood and he hated it. You weren’t hanging out with Tiny, Bambam, or any of the gang anymore. They'd started questioning him about you, which only stressed him out more. He was cycling through dozens of questions and fears in his mind. “Were you regretting staying with him?” “Do you not like him anymore?” “Were you going to leave the family?”

He had been pacing around the grounds for hours now, he stopped just out of view from your cell to see Missy talking to you. You seemed irked while Missy seemed hostile. “Yancy is way out of your league he’s way too perfect for someone like you.” Missy was inches from your face in an attempt to intimidate you. You held your head high showing no emotion, making Missy increasingly agitated. “Missy, give it a rest this isn’t a high school I’m not going to stress over your jealousy” You sighed, turning around to focus on tidying the shared cell.

“If you don’t stop getting in my way I can get this entire prison against you, hell I could get the warden to throw your ass out in a second. So don’t fuck with me.” she snarls and stomps out overdramatically. You were holding on to pillow so hard your knuckles were white, with each passing day it was getting harder and harder to not punch Missy’s face in. You sigh, attempting to calm yourself before doing anything you’d regret.

Yancy stands out of sight, his expression cold as he asses the scene he just witnessed. With little contemplation, he skips your cell entirely and speeds to catch up to Missy. He knows you won’t be happy if he starts another fight landing himself a spot in solitary, but as of this moment, he's furious.

“Hey, Missy! Wait up!" Missy immediately turns, her face lights up. "Yancy, Hi!" He gives her a tight smile. “I was wondering, what’s been going on between you and my honey?” Missy frowns, she feigns innocence. “They hate me, Yance, I don’t why. They hate when I talk to anyone in the group, and they especially hate when I talk to you” She sighs and pretends to be on the verge of tears. He moves closer to her as if to console her. “Well, I know what’s youse been doing Missy. My Honey they’s good people, that’s why they ain’t done anything about youse’s little threats.” She pales, realizing she’s been caught in her lie. “What?” She says attempting to act oblivious.

As if the gang could sense Yancy required backup the whole crew comes up behind him, each wearing a similar disapproving expression. She begins to panic, Yancy places a hand on her shoulder wearing the same tight smile.

“I don’t need to remind youse why I’m in here, I just want to make it clear, if youse continue with the threats towards my baby. We’re going to have a body situation on our hands.” She widens her eyes in panic. “So, what do you say? Let us let bygones be bygones and stop the arguing” She nods furiously, “Great! So youse agree.” he clasps a hand on her shoulder smiling.

He turns around to address his crew, they split down the middle, giving him room to exit. He smiles and pats some members on their shoulders as he heads towards your cell. He chooses to ignore the blubbering that comes from Missy as the crew stays behind to talk to her.

A knock on your cell bars catches your attention, “Hey, youse okay sweetie?” You don’t make direct eye contact with him, you turn away and nod. He sighs and enters, he tries to give you a hug but you shrug him off. He lowers his arms dejected. “I know what’s been going on between you and Missy.” You finally make eye contact. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You sigh, “I didn’t want you getting into any more fights, I hate when you get placed into solitary you’re always different when you come back, and I can’t stand seeing you that way!”

You don’t resist his hug this time, “Baby, I need youse to tell me when something or someone is bothering you.” He wraps his arms around your waist, squishing you against him. “I love you (Y/N), I can’t have my honey being disrespected.” You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck staring into his eyes. “I love you, Yance, thank you. You’re my baby” you give him a quick kiss, as he blushes from the term of endearment.

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