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Past Lives pt. 7

Wednesday x witch!reader

"I've got this strangest feeling."

"This isn't our first time around."

Summary: You and Wednesday investigate Xavier before attending the Rave'n

I wake up to the sound of papers rustling and Wednesday thinking out loud to herself. The morning sun beaming through the windows making me never want to open my eyes.

I dramatically sit up, my white hair going every which way. I feel I have more energy than usual, maybe I needed that release of energy.

My feet find their way into the slippers by my bed, I'm wearing pajama shorts and an oversized band tee. The shirt has clearly seen better days as the graphic is faded.

I walk to the center of the room to find Wednesday in front of a bulletin board, crossing her arms in thought. The bulletin board is covered in pictures of wounds and bodies. I assume these are all the victims of the murders, Wednesday did say she snuck out last night to the morgue.

I turn around to find Enid sleeping still, so I keep in mind of my volume. "Good morning Wends, did you sleep or?"

Wednesday turns around to meet me, her eyes going to my white messy hair. "I can see you did." She responded in a whisper, unsure if it's because Enid is sleeping is because she's just naturally mimicking my volume.

Her eyes linger on my hair a moment longer before turning back around.

"Are you the one who set the statue on fire?" I ask in a whisper.

Wednesday moves a picture before pushing a thumbtack through it. "I thought you did. When I looked at you it was as if you were concentrating on the fire."

I at least know it wasn't Wednesday. "I think I did?"

Wednesday turns around again. "You think?"

"I kinda zoned out, but it felt like all the emotions of yesterday just kinda like, alleviated in that moment."

I find Wednesday's new soft gaze meeting mine. Ever since that vision yesterday she's been looking at me differently. A good different.

"Why did you play a song while the fire was going on?"

Wednesday stares off to the side before meeting my gaze again. "I wasn't sure what was happening and if you were involved or not. Besides, I can handle people being suspicious of me."

Wednesday turned back around, bringing her attention back to the bulletin board.

Was she trying to be a distraction for me?

"I'm gonna get ready, we can talk about whatever you uncovered from the morgue when I'm done." She stopped moving while I was talking before going back to what she was doing.

That's about as much of an acknowledgement I'm going to get from Wednesday with a statement like that. I head back to my section of the room to get ready.

"While most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery or deception." Ms. Thornhill is holding up a dangerous looking plant casually while addressing the class.

I glance at Wednesday, noticing Xavier staring at me before we both look away from each other.

Ms. Thornhill keeps teaching the class, but none of it retains in my memory over Xavier and I's occasionally glances at each other from across the sunlit room.

"Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?" Ms. Thornhill looks to me, about to call on me to answer after noticing my lack of attention.

"Nada. Just like all the guys at the Rave'n." Bianca answers before Ms. Thornhill embarrasses me. Some light chuckles fill the classroom.

"Okay, okay. I know you're all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven't assigned any homework." Ms. Thornhill states, causing a majority of the class to cheer quietly.

"But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here." Some students stand to approach the teacher's desk, while Wednesday and I stay in place.

"What? you don't want to volunteer?" I say jokingly.

"I hope that isn't your best attempt at a joke." Wednesday glares at me for a moment, causing me to look away to see Xavier's glance on me.

"I feel bad, about what I said yesterday to Xavier." I say with a worried look on my face. "Maybe I overreacted."

Wednesday turns to see Xavier bending over to put something in his bag that's on the floor, revealing the fresh wounds on his neck.

"Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone." Wednesday states, turning back to me. "We can follow him until I notice something that can potentially give us a lead."

"Do you suspect Xavier?" I ask in a worried whisper.

"Only by proximity, nothing certain. Yet." Wednesday turns to look at Xavier again. "But, a suspect is still a suspect."

Wednesday and I find ourselves near a shed by the school. Xavier leaves the shed shortly after we arrive. We're hiding behind a bush so he can't see us.

"Cast the spell." Wednesday demands. I take out my wand, casting the disillusionment charm on her so she can sneak into the shed with ease.

"We'll meet back here afterwards so I can remove the charm." I don't hear a response, but I assume she nodded.

I stand, doing a light run to catch up to him. "Xavier!"

He turns around to meet me. "Hey y/n, what's up." He's clearly acting like nothing is wrong.

"I just wanted to apologize about how I acted yesterday, I shouldn't have blown up on you like that."

He avoids my gaze for a moment. "I should apologize too, I shouldn't have been so inconsiderate."

"No, no. You don't need to apologize, I should've controlled my emotions better." I say quickly after he's done speaking.

"Can you just let me have this?" He says with a smile.

I smile back. "So we're cool?"

"Yeah." He puts out his fist, waiting for our knuckles to meet.

I lightly tap my knuckles against his. "We should hangout soon. Maybe play Mario Maker levels made by sadistic assholes." I say jokingly.

He responds with a light chuckle, tearing his eyes away from me to look at the ground.

The creek of the shed door opening draws both of our attention away from the conversation.

"Is there someone in there?" He says, mostly to the wind.

We both approach the shed, opening the door more letting the daylight fill the room.

"Must be something wrong with the door." I say out loud before closing it.

I turn to meet Xavier. "I was being serious about doing something soon, I miss spending time with you."

"Maybe we can hangout at the dance on Saturday, purely platonically I mean of course." His face goes slightly red.

"I wasn't going to go, but if you want to hangout there I can." I state uncertainly before pointing behind me with my thumb. "I'm gonna leave, Wednesday is probably waiting for me so she can drag me to a crime scene or something."

"Alright, see you at the dance then." Xavier waves before walking off.

I find my way back behind the bush, accidentally bumping into Wednesday. "Shit, sorry."

I pull out my wand and holding my hand out expectingly. She finds her hand in mine. I tap the wand onto her hand as she becomes visible again.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes, but let's get back to our dorm first." She states, quickly turning around before she starts walking.

The dorm is filled with sunlight from the sunroof, I find myself sitting in Wednesday's reading chair next to her bulletin board with her standing over me.

I hold Xavier's drawing in my hand with Wednesday's expecting glance over me. "What do you think?"

"I think if anything this makes him more innocent." I state flatly. "He's a psychic like his father, but he told me about how he gets visions in dreams usually in the form of nightmares."

I look up to Wednesday from the drawing. "I also doubt the monster knows this much physical detail about himself."

Wednesday looks at me a bit disappointed by my conclusion.

"But, if this is the case. He could be extremely helpful to our case."

Wednesday's look turns from disappointment to curiosity. "How so."

"He's getting visions about the monster we're hunting. He could likely give us some leads."

Our conversation is cut short as Enid bursts into the room, skipping across the room towards us.

"Good, you both are here." She stops in front of us with a smile. "Are you two going to the Rave'n? I'm about to go out with some friends to find clothes, if you guys are interested you can tag along."

I stand up. "Yeah I'll come with."

Wednesday gives me a confused look. "You're going to the dance?"

"Yeah, I told Xavier that we could spend time together at the dance. Purely platonically of course." I pause for a moment before I continue. "You should come to the dance to, it could be fun."

"Ooo, inviting Wednesday to the dance?" Enid draws out of the o's accusingly.

My face flushes red in embarrassment. "I didn't mean it like that!" I say somehow in the least convincing way possible.

Enid gives me a smug look before glancing past me. Wednesday in now in her section of the room grabbing a few things. "Yeah, yeah. I'm getting tired of waiting! You two just need to-"

I find myself lunging towards Enid, covering her mouth with my hand to force her to stop talking.

"Enid, please stop!" I drag out the e in the word please.

She lightly kicks behind my knee playfully, causing me to fall on top of her.

"Enid!" I shout before scrambling to my feet. Enid has the dumbest smile on her face when I look over her. She's still on the floor.

"Are we leaving or not." Wednesday's monotone voice reaches my ears, causing me to turn around to see her ready to go out.

"Wait, you're actually coming!?" I take a step closer, excitement painting my face and lacing my voice.

"If you two stop bickering." She states flatly

I turn to see Enid's smug face as she's back on her feet now.

I walk past Enid while I head to the door. "Not a word about this."

She nods with the same expression before leaving the room with us.

"What kind of dystopian hell scape is this?" I state with a look of disgust.

Y/n, Enid, and I are standing in front of Hawte Kewture, the clothing store is decorated with blue and pink pastels. So, quite literally, my worst nightmare.

Enid turns to you with excitement. "Our first roomie shopping spree with Wednesday! The dance committee's suggesting all white to match the theme, but that's not gonna fly with Wednesday."

I turn towards them. "I have some more pressing matters to deal with."

Enid's excitement turns into disappointment. "But I thought we were bonding."

"I will meet up with you two later, or you'll meet up with me. Whatever comes first."

Y/n and Enid glance at each other for a moment. "If you say so." You say with slight disappointment in your voice.

You and Enid turn around to enter the store, I take the chance to leave before you manage to persuade me to enter that dungeon of a store.

When I'm walking down the street Thing taps my shoulder as we pass Uriah's Heap. "I'm going to see Galpin, I'm not stop-" I turn to look into the window to see a gothic black dress.

"Hi, Wednesday." The sound of a bell fills the air as my therapist leaves the store. "That dress will certainly turn some heads."

"Are you collecting more exotic trinkets for your office?" I state, drawing the attention away from the dress.

"Those are souvenirs from my travels. That's how I step outside of my comfort zone. Speaking of which, are you going to the Rave'n this weekend?"

"I'm not required to answer your questions out in the wild, am I?" I try to end the conversation.

"I look forward to talking about it at our next session." She turns to leave the other way. I turn to the entrance of the store, taking my time to enter.

I left with the dress in a bag, I wasn't expecting you to manage to persuade me to buy a dress.

I put Xavier's drawing on the sheriff's desk. "We both know there's a monster out there. If we're going to stop it, I think it's time we put our differences aside and work together."

"And this is your stake for me to deal you in?" The sheriff is now holding the drawing, inspecting it before grabbing a photograph and putting them side by side.

"Sorry you gotta do better than that. You've got some nice detail though." He hands me the drawing back.

"I didn't draw it." I fold the drawing before putting it back into my backpack.

"I need to know who did." He states firmly

"Unless we're exchanging intel, I'm not at liberty to say."

He sighs while looking off to the side. "Why would I share information about an ongoing murder investigation with a high school kid?"

"Because I go to Nevermore and you don't. Don't you want some eyes and ears behind those ivy-covered walls?"

"Listen Velma, why don't you and the Scooby gang stick to your homework and leave the investigating to the professionals." The phone starts ringing, causing the sheriff to answer. "What?"

The voice on the other end is slightly distorted by the age of the technology. "Mayor Walker's on line two, he's looking for an update."

I take cue to leave. "Hey, Addams."

The sheriff beckons me over. "Let me see that sketch again."

I walk back in, handing him the drawing.

"The person who drew this, that your suspect?"

I shake my head. "I believe he's having visions about it."

The sheriff is silent for a moment. "When you bring me some concrete evidence, maybe we'll talk."

I take the sketch back, before leaving the police station.

I'm sitting inside the Weathervane with Enid and her friends. I see Wednesday walk past though the window. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna check on Wednesday real quick."

Everyone at the table quietly acknowledges my statement before I leave the store.

The bell of the door fills the air. "Wednesday!" She turns around as I catch up.

"I see you found something." I look towards her bag.

We both continue walking, rounding a corner to be met with Tyler on the other side.

"Don't wanna ask what trouble you two are in now." Tyler looks past us for a second, looking at the sheriff's office behind us.

"Nothing we can't handle. Your father's in particularly frustrating form today. Avoid." Wednesday says as Tyler draws his vision back to us.

"Yeah, welcome to my world." Tyler murmurs before changing the conversation. "You guys have the Rave'n this weekend, right? It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today."

"Yeah, the Rave'ns this weekend." I answer, curious on where he's going.

"Are you going with anyone Wednesday?" Tyler asks, a bit of nervousness to his voice.

I find Wednesday glancing at me for a moment. "I'm going with Y/n."

I look at Wednesday trying to conceal my shock.

He avoids eye contact for a moment "Hope you two have fun." Disappointment laces his voice as he walks past us

Wednesday turns around to face him. "I'm not sure why you're upset."

"That's kind of the problem." Tyler turns around to meet us again. "I mean, call me crazy, Wednesday, but you keep giving me these signals.

"You're crazy." I interject myself into the conversation to be met with a scowl from Tyler.

His eyes soften again before meeting Wednesday's. "I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this, and I have no idea where I stand. I mean, am I in the more than friend zone or just a pawn in some game you're playing."

There's a lull in the conversation before Wednesday continues. "I like girls, Tyler."

My ears perk up at this wonderful news.

"I mean, yeah clearly. You're going with her." Tyler gestures his hand towards me. "Sorry, that was mean."

There was another lull in the conversation filled with awkward silence.

He points behind himself. "I guess I'll see you guys around." He turns around to walk away.

I walk into my shared dorm room to get ready for the Rave'n early. The room is dark as the sun has set. I'm the only soul in here. I assume Wednesday is still moving the evidence board to the bee shed.

Enid wasn't the biggest fan of having a board covered in pictures of corpse parts in the dorm.

I approach my desk to be greeted with a letter with the initials 'W.A.'

I pick it up, carefully opening the envelope as to not tear anything.

Dear Y/n Y/l/n,

I'm having trouble trying to find the words, this is all new to me. I believe I may have some sort of 'feelings' for you. Every time we come in to contact, I have this nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach. My heart races, unable to be calm in the presence of your touch. Yet, I'm insatiable for more.

I believe you may reciprocate these feelings, so why must we pretend otherwise? I want to attend this dance together more than merely friends.

However, if you don't reciprocate these feelings, I demand you burn this letter and forget this happened.

Wednesday Addams

The happiest smile slips onto my face as I jump in place. I put the letter in the top drawer of my desk before the door to the dorm opens.

Wednesday walks through the doorway, gazing towards me. She seems nervous.

"Wednesday!" I practically run to close the distance, my smile somehow getting bigger now that she's in my presence.

"I assume you found the letter." She states with a hint of worry.

I quickly nod. "Yes, and my answer is yes!"

Wednesday releases an exhale of relief. I see the weight release off her chest through her perfect posture.

"Can I uhm." I am now much quieter, my face quickly flushing red. "Can we hug?"

After Wednesday is silent for a moment and avoiding eye contact, I worry I may have overstepped.

"It's okay if you-"

"Yes." I find Wednesday's eyes have finally met mine again. "Please."

My smile returns before I wrap my arms around her into a warm embrace. Wednesday stands there for a moment with her arms by her side, unsure what to do.

Eventually, Wednesday reciprocates the hug. Wrapping her arms around my waist. Her touch is cool yet comforting.

We both untangle ourselves from the embrace, the warmth of each other's touch lingering on our skin.

"I'm going to get ready." I tell Wednesday, before heading to my closet.

I find myself waiting outside at the bottom of the stairs outside the dorm room. I didn't take as long as Wednesday to get ready.

I turn to the sound of Wednesday's heels tapping against the stairs. She's wearing this beautiful black gothic dress.

I can't help but gawk at the beauty descending the stairs. She looks ethereal.

"Wow, Wednesday. You look... " I'm silent for a moment, trying to find the right words and the confidence to speak them.

"Unrecognizable? Ridiculous?"

I find myself stumped for another moment. "Beautiful, I mean it Wednesday you have me at a loss for words."

Her gaze softens at my sentiment. Her eyes scan my body, silently admiring my appearance.

She breaks eye contact for a moment. "We can hold hands, if that's something you want to do."

I think it's so cute that's she trying to play it off as if she doing it for me.

"Yeah, I'd like that." I hold my hand out, waiting for hers to meet mine before our fingers interlock. I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me from her contact, bringing to life the butterflies in my stomach.

"Shall we go?" I can tell by the slight shakiness to her voice I'm having the same effect on her.

I nod, my smile impossible to hide, as we make our way to the dance.

Wednesday and I walk through the entrance, our fingers interlocked. The sound of pop music fills the room as I feel everyone's eyes on us before Ms. Thornhill approaches. "Wednesday, Y/n. What a lovely surprise.

Thornhill's eyes stare at our hands. "I didn't know you two were a couple." She says with a smile

Wednesday and I glance at each other. "It's kind of a new thing." I say awkwardly.

"We're going to get drinks." Wednesday states, mostly to me.

"Have fun you two!" Ms Thornhill says with a smile as we walk away.

We approach the long table together. I squeeze Wednesday's hand so I don't get use to her touch.

"OMG I love the look!" Enid approaches, excitement filling her very being. We both turn towards her and she notices our hands.

Enid's eyes go wide. "Wait are you two officially a thing now?!"

I feel the temperature of my face drastically rise, Wednesday turns her face to see mine.

"I uh-" I start to say before Wednesday interrupts me.

"Interesting choice of date." Wednesday states flatly, looking past Enid to see Lucas.

I follow Wednesday's eyes, finding Lucas standing awkwardly.

"Wait, your date is Lucas Walker? You know he's the worst right?" I say, a hint of malice in my voice.

"It's not what it looks like." Enid says defensively.

"Good, because that pilgrim already has two strikes in my book." Wednesday is practically staring daggers at Lucas.

"Lucas is trying to make his ex jealous, and I'm trying to make Ajax jealous. It's a win-win."

"Why can't you just talk to Ajax instead of doing this? Communication is important." I say, ending my sentence quickly as I see Lucas approaching.

He puts his hands up like we're arresting him. "Wednesday, Y/n, I come in peace."

"That's a shame, I brought my pocket mace." Wednesday says, causing Lucas to lower his arm with a bit of fear etched onto his face. "The medieval kind."

Wednesday turns to grab herself and I a drink as Enid and Lucas walk away. "Just to let you know in advance, tomorrow night we're going to stake out a cave with Eugene. Eugene saw something in one of Xavier's drawing."

Wednesday hands me the drink. "I haven't been too good at keeping you up to date on our plans. I apologize."

I grab the drink. "It's cool, thanks for the heads up." I motion to dink Wednesday's and I's drinks together before each of us takes a sip.

We both turn as we see Xavier approach us at of our peripheral vision. "Hey Xavier! Did you ever find someone to come with?"

He looks around awkwardly for a moment. "Yeah uh, I came with Bianca."

The smile fades from my face. "What, why would you do that?"

Xavier shrugs. "Better than going alone I guess."

There is a lull in the conversation until 'The Goo Goo Muck' by 'The Cramps' started playing.

Wednesday drags me towards the crowd dancing. "Dance with me."

"Wednesday, I don't know I'm not much of a dancer." There's a hint of anxiety on my face as we get closer to the crowd.

"Why'd you agree to come to the dance with me if we weren't going to dance." She's dragging me in-between people now, persistent on the idea.

"I uh-" I find myself still as Wednesday let's go of my hand.

I find her eyes staring into mine intensely as she starts to get into the music, shaking her shoulders back and forth to the rhythm. I stand there awkwardly, watching her.

Her movements are rigid, but rhythmic. I find myself entranced.

I leave the trance after a few moments, remembering where I am. I look around to find people staring, and I can't tell if it's the good or bad kind.

My heartbeat accelerates at the sudden attention. I find myself unable to move. Do people think I'm weird? Why won't I dance?

I force my legs to move, shaking from the anxiety as I walk through the crowd of people dancing.

"Y/n?" I faintly hear Wednesday's voice as I make more distance.

I find an almost empty area just outside the party. I sigh as I sit down.

"Y/n?" I hear Wednesday's voice again as she sits down next to me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just. I get overwhelmed by crowds easily." I say, an awkward silence fills the air besides the muted sound of the music from the party.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you." Wednesday states, a hint of empathy in her voice.

I find myself staring at the floor. "I want you to have fun as well though."

I find myself having difficulty choosing between looking at Wednesday and avoiding all eye contact, flickering between both.

"How about we take it slower." Wednesday scots closer, my eyes manage to remain on Wednesday's empathetic ones. "When a slow song plays, we'll dance together. I'll lead and guide you as we move along to the music."

I find myself nodding with a smile. "Okay, thank you Wends." A little bit of the anxiety fading.

Bianca walks in, taking a seat near us. I hold back any negative comments as it could effect Xavier's night as well. I notice her eyes are slightly glossy.

"I know this isn't usually something I'd ask you, but are you okay?" I ask, slight concern in my voice

Bianca looks at me before shrugging, looking away again the next moment.

Wednesday and I exchange a glance. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.

After another moment of silence, Wednesday interjects. "Where's Xavier?"

"We had a little tiff." Bianca says, giving in. "About you two actually."

Wednesday and I share a concerned glance. "What about us?" We say simultaneously.

"He wasn't expecting to see you two together. He was happy for you at first, but there was jealousy building up or something. After he saw you two dancing, or more so saw Wednesday dancing and you standing there, he asked me to use my siren song on him to have him forget his feelings."

I look away for a second, ignoring her comment before speaking. "He did that?"

Bianca nods with her eyes slightly more glossy. I can imagine how used she must feel.

Our conversation is cut short when a scream finds it way to our room. Wednesday and I instantly stand, looking towards the noise which is followed by multiple screams.

Wednesday grabs my hand as we run side by side back to the dance, where the screams originated. Some people covered in what looks like blood run past us.

After we squeeze through the crowd, we find the sprinklers are spraying the supposed blood all over the party.

Wednesday smiles at the scene before sticking out her hand under the continuous splatter, putting her finger to her mouth to taste whatever it is.

My face contorts a bit in disgust.

Wednesday's amused smile quickly fades. "They couldn't even spring for real pigs' blood." Her shoulders drop in disappointment. "It's only paint."

People continuously run past us in fear, unable to tell who's bumping into who. Suddenly, Wednesday's head falls back, entering a vision.

I hold Wednesday to avoid her falling and for us to not be trampled. As the crowd loses volume, Wednesday comes back. "Eugene is in the woods."

She meets my eyes with concern. "He's in danger."

Wednesday grabs my hand before running with the crowd. Letting go of my hand whenever we escape the crowd, we soon find ourselves leaving the school into the woods.

The hectic sound of our panic-filled footsteps fill the forest with the crunching of leaves. The moonlight casting a pale glow over the forest.

I wave my wand out, emitting a blue light to guide the way.

"Eugene!" Wednesday and I take turns shouting. My heart beating at a thousand miles an hour, my legs burning at the sudden activity.

We both stop for a moment, looking around. "Eugene?!" I shout.

"Y/n! over here!" We hear Eugene yell.

Wednesday and I turn towards his voice, running towards it as fast as possible

We find Eugene laying in the fallen leaves. "Eugene." Wednesday states, standing in place.

I quickly approach Eugene, kneeling beside him. He has three fresh claw wounds across his chest, the blood pouring out of them. I close my eyes, recalling a spell I've been practicing the past few months.

I put my wand to the end of one of the claw marks running across his torso, blood trickling out staining his clothes.

"Oh my God! Is he alive?!" Ms Thornhill approaches from behind.

I close my eyes in frustration and panic. "Everyone please shut up!" I shout, overwhelmed. "I need to concentrate."

Everyone goes silent, staring at my back. I put my wand back to the top of the wound, running it down smoothly till it reaches the bottom.

"Vulnera, Sanentur." My voice utters the incantations slowly and rhythmically in a hushed lullaby.

I repeat the incantation, following the same motion. This time, the blood starts to clear away into nothing. Cleaning the wound.

I pause for a moment, before doing the incantation one more time. The wound knitting itself shut.

I take a deep inhale. "Two more to go." I utter to myself, feeling the four eyes behind me staring into me like daggers.

I find the end of the second cut, my wand trembling. I take another deep breath to collect myself.

"Vulnera Sanentur." It feels as if my voice is the only sound in the world.

Whenever I finish with that cut, I feel my eyes getting glossy. The stress overflowing my body. I can't break down just yet. I find the last cut, casting the healing spell one last time.

I stare at his unconscious body, at his healed but new found scars. Tears start to stream down my face, the stress escaping my body.

I put my hands over eyes, my shoulders slumped forward. The sound of my sobs echo amongst the trees. The sense of relief strengthening my overwhelmed tears.

Part 8.

Past Lives Masterlist

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scarletwinterxx · 1 year ago

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your beginning and middle and end - mark lee imagine

hello🥺 sooo this one is a bit longer than my usual posts. think of it as a valentine special. i loved writing this one, i hope you like it too🤍

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FEBRUARY 09, 10AM

"That's the fourth date you declined, girl valentines is around the corner" Yun-jin tells you the moment the other guy walked away

"Genuine question, do I need a guy to celebrate it or do I even need to celebrate it?"

"If Valentines has a version of the grinch it would be you"

You laugh at her statement, reading over the small note that was given to you along with a single rose. It was cute, you appreciate the thought but you really didn't want to go out with the dude. You'd rather let them down now than pretend to have fun during a date.

"It's just not my thing" you tell her

"Then what's your thing? Tell me and I will personally look for him"

Looks like luck is on your side because you spot the big clock behind her, your next class about to start.

"Once I know, I'll tell you. I'm gonna be late. Bye" you gather your stuff and rushed out the hall, you can hear her protests making you laugh on your way out.

When you got to your next class, the other students are just arriving. A lot of vacant seats, you choose the one in the middle. You get your notes and laptop out to skim over your notes from the last session.

"Another one?" you hear someone say from behind you making you look up

"Yep, want to read it?" you chuckle, passing the rose over to Mark.

Mark Lee, the boy you sit next to class with. You see him enough around campus to get acquainted. He's friendly, known by many, a poet by heart. And he's also well aware of the failed confessions to you.

The first time you brought a flower to class he didn't say anything, the second time he thought it was from the same person but then the third time it happened right in front of him. He witnessed how you gently turned down the poor lad who was asking you out after handing you a rose.

Mark takes his usual seat beside you before reading the note

"You and Me, on v? huh like Valentines?" he laughs, holding the little card in his hand

"I'd give it a 4 out of 10"

"Ouch, so the lowest one then. I'd say my favorite is still the one about cats" he tells you, passing the rose back to you

Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt

You remember that one too. You thought it was cringey, but Mark smiled when he read it. You even let him keep the card.

"Do you still have it?" you ask "The card? Oh yea, I drew like little cats all over it. I'm sure it's somewhere in my bag"

"Why? Planning to use it on someone?"

"Yeah right, I think I'd have a bit more game than that" he jokes

"Ha, we'll see about that" you snorted. Missing the way Mark is looking at you with small grin on his face. Trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be.

The two of you might be on good terms but he wouldn't put it past you to reject him too. Since he got to know you, one thing he learned about you is that you're always so sure of yourself. To you, no is a full sentence. You like what you like and say no to what you don't. You're unapologetically you and he likes that.

He's not sure yet whether he likes you or likes you.

"Earth to Mark?" you wave your hand in front of his face, making him break out of his thoughts

"Lost you there, where'd you go" you joke

"Was just thinking about this paper I have due on Tuesday" he says, it's not a total lie. He does have a paper he needs to finish before Valentines day.

"Need help? I have a few works to catch up on too"

"You don't have plans?" he asks, it's like asking if you have a date on Valentines without asking if you have a date on Valentines day.

"Not really no, and if I'm being honest I heard this guy planning to ask about dinner and I'd rather not..."

"Am I... the getaway car?" You chuckle at his question

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if I could avoid it I would. So library or the cafe near campus?"

He looks at you like he's weighing his options, playfully hitting him on the arm making the guy laugh "Cafe it is, I'll see you there?" he says

"It's a date" you grin at him

FEBRUARY 12, 11AM

"It's not"

"You said she said it was" Jungwoo says, looking at Mark who is currently trying to find something to wear. After that little moment with you, Mark made sure to clear up his schedule for that day. Ofcourse Jungwoo being the nosy bestfriend didn't let it pass without making Mark tell the whole story.

"Also if this wasn't a date, why are you freaking out about what to wear? You're just going to study, are you going to study her?"

Mark throws the hoodie at Jungwoo's face before looking through his closet again, "Maybe it was just a slip of tongue. It's Y/N, she rejects everyone who asks her out" Mark says while his head is buried deep in his closet

Jungwoo rolls his eyes at his bestfriend, Mark swears he doesn't like you like that and yet here he is. He only met you a couple of time, Mark introduced you before when he went to give Mark a book he forgot to bring.

"I can think of something else you want her tongue to slip in" he mumbles, "Shut up, don't talk about her like that" Mark stands up straight, looking at the other guy. Jungwoo holds his hands up, "Sorry"

Mark gives him another glare before getting a hoodie inside his closet, "Whatever, I'll just wear this. Should I bring an extra one just in case?"

"Just in case what? You spill something?" Jungwoo jokes

In case she gets cold, Mark thinks to himself.

"Just cause" Mark grumbles, walking back to his closet to get another hoodie then stuffing it inside his backpack.

"You're going to be late, go have fun at your not a date date"

About an hour after that, Mark is waiting for you at the cafe. He got there first and sent you a quick text. After a few minutes, the door chimed making Mark look up.

And that's when you walk in, a bouquet of blue tulips in your grasp. You look around, quickly spotting Mark. You make your way towards him, Mark stands up to pull the chair out for you. Saying a quick thank you then you set your stuff down.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Nah, I'm just early" he tells you, "You uh the guy caught you?" he jokes, pointing at flowers

"Oh these? No, I got them actually like I bought it this morning. Yun-jin forgot to buy milk so I had to go out this morning then I saw these. Here" then you're handing the flowers over to him

When you notice the confused look on his face, you giggle. This made Mark look more confused at what's happening, "What? No one ever gave you flowers?" you joke

"No, it's suppose to be the other way 'round?" he asks but accepts it nonetheless

You shrug, getting your stuff out

"I don't like flowers, main reason why I always say no to those dudes. I appreciate the effort, I do but it's not my style. But I remember you said these are your favorite during our class introductions, so I got them for you" you smile at him, he smiles back.

"Thanks, no like really thank you" he says, this made you chuckle finding the situation cute.

"Okay, back to business. I do have like three agendas to finish today" you tell him, gesturing at the small stack of papers on the table

"I'll buy you a chocolate cupcake if you finish it all" he offers, your face lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat. Mark also remembers something about you during that class intro.

Actually he remembers everything about you and that day. The professor asked everyone to say their name along with two random facts about themselves.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N, I love chocolate cupcakes and I can recite the graduation speech from Twilight"

That earned a few laughs from the class, and from him. You really did leave an impression on him. As days, weeks and months passed by the two of you got acquainted.

If someone asks (mainly Jungwoo) Mark when was the exact moment he felt different about you, he can't pinpoint the exact moment. It just sort of happened for him. Maybe from all the small gestures you unknowingly do, or how it's easy to talk to you. You just get him.

"Can you make it two?" tilting your head to the side for effect, making Mark laugh and nod his head "You got it"

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee the two of you finally finish. Mark actually finished his paper an hour ago but you weren't done with the last module you had to do,

"Are you done? Am I making you wait?" you ask, noticing he stopped doing anything and was just looking at you

"Huh? Oh uh yea, but don't worry about it. I can wait" he tells you with a smile

"You sure? I'm almost done"

"Don't rush it, I'll still buy you the cupcakes" he tells you, you shoot him a smile before going back to work. Meanwhile Mark goes to the front of the store to get you your cupcakes.

You didn't even notice he stood up, focusing on saving the file before sending the final file to your professor.

"And done! Mark?" you look up only to find the seat infront of you empty. You spot him over the counter, choosing to wait and tidy your things in the mean time.

"Hey, you done?" he asks when he got back to your table

"Mhm, finally. Sorry for taking up your whole afternoon"

"No worries, I finished my work too and I enjoyed your company. And as promised, here's your cupcakes" Mark then opens the box, he might as well presented you with a pot of gold with the way you're grinning from ear to ear. Your joy radiating, making him smile too.

"For me?" you asked, he nods his head

"These are the chocolate ones, I got two. The others are their best sellers, then this one I just thought you might like" he points at the cupcake with heart sprinkles on it.

You laugh, getting the box from him "Okay fine, I believe you. You definitely how to make a girl say yes"

He shakes his head, suddenly feeling shy "Believe me I'm not an expert when it comes to girls" he mumbles

"No, but you got this type of vibe about you you know" you tell him, getting one cupcake from the box

"What vibe?"

"You know like someone could've been in love with you for ten years without you knowing, a classic case of unrequited love but not in a mean way you just don't really know. It's the way you see the world, it's always nice, forgiving, full of chances. You see meaning even in little things. You got this boyish charm about you, the kind that girls would pick over their fictional boyfriends. You're better than any guy written by anyone" you tell him not noticing the way he's just staring at you

"I follow you on your socials, it's cute when you take pictures of the moon or the sky. Makes me remember to take a breath and be in the moment every once in a while"

He don't say anything, still processing what you said. He has never heard himself be described that way, atleast not to his face but he doubts anyone can be as eloquent as you.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally finds his voice, you nod at him

"Why do you say no to all the boys who ask you out? besides the cringey one liners and flowers"

You chuckle, "Because I know me. All of them would've just ended one way or another. I know what I want, what I like. I like a guy I can have an actual conversation with from philosophical point of views to something so random. Someone that makes it feel easy to talk and listen to"

"Do you know how hard it is to control my expression when I'm in public? Yun-jin said my face is too judgy" you jokingly add "I'm an open book if you know how to read it exactly, if that makes sense"

"No, I totally get it. You're not complicated or hard to get, they just don't know how to. You deserve more effort than that" he tells you

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If you keep on doing that I'm gonna be the one asking you out" you tease him, the guy across you laughing. Trying to hide his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart.

The two of you talked some more before he offered to walk you home. It's almost sunset when Mark got back to his place,

"And he's back, how was the date?" Jungwoo shouts from somewhere inside. Mark spots him lounging on the couch, taking a seat beside him with the bouquet of flowers on his lap

"You got rejected too?" Jungwoo asks and Mark just shakes head

"Did you forget to give it? Got too shy? I'm pretty sure you're suppose to give it to the girl not take it back home"

"I didn't get it, I mean I got it but I got it from her. She bought me these" Mark clarifies, taking the bouquet to look at it again,

Jungwoo looks back and forth between Mark and the flowers, "Let me get this straight, the girl whose notorious for turning down guys who gives her flowers gave you flowers on your not a date date?"

Mark just stares back at his bestfriend because honestly it doesn't make sense to him too.

"Homegirl got more game than you" Jungwoo says with a chuckle

"She said she remembered I said these were my favorite. I mentioned it once during freshmen orientation week and she remembered"

"Oh my god, he's in love" Jungwoo laughs

"And you know, I gave her cupcakes and she got so happy I actually thought about signing up for baking classes" Mark grumbles, setting the flowers on the coffee table before taking a thrown pillow to bury his face in.

Jungwoo watches his bestfriend realized what he's known for a while now. Mark likes you. He just never said it. It's Mark. He thinks everyone is nice, most time he overlooks the nice gestures of other girls to him thinking it's normal when in reality they were trying to get his attention.

"Oh. This must be serious then. You don't even know how to cook"

"Yeah I know! Like I know I like her, I didn't know I like her." it felt surreal finally admitting it out loud.

"So you do like her? like like her"

"I think?"

"It's a yes or no"

"No, I don't"

"You got him flowers"

Meanwhile back at your dorm, Yun-jin is also interrogating you. You just finished giving her a recap of your day, she was half listening half watching her show when you suddenly mentioned you got flowers for Mark

"Just because I got him flowers don't mean I like him, I just remembered it was his favorite" you shrug, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"What's my favorite flower?" she asks, you blink back at her coming up with a blank answer

"See! Oh my gosh, my baby girl is growing up" she dramatically hugs you

"Was that weird? That I gave him flowers?"

"No, it's the 21st century. Guys can get flowers too"

"He got me cupcakes too" you mumble, looking at the box on the table.

Yun-jin watches you, smiling to herself. She's with you twenty four seven and she's never seen you like this. There are a few times she's seen you on campus with Mark, you always smile whenever he's around. Choosing not to push further, she gives the topic a rest and changing it to something else

"So what are you doing for valentines? because if you're free I know this dude who's free also-" "Actually Mark and I are hanging out again" you cut her off

"You're spending valentines with Mark?"

"Yea, so uhm actually I'm gonna call it a night. I have classes in the morning, we're meeting again around lunch. Night" then you're making a beeline towards your bedroom.

FEBRUARY 14, 10AM

Come Valentines day. Yun-jin thinks you're out with Mark while the boy is completely unaware he's being mentioned.

Choosing a place you know Yun-jin won't find you, you stayed at the farthest lounge area after class. Most students won't even walk all the way here since it's a long way going back and forth.

Finding a spot to sit on, you spot someone sitting alone on one the benches

"Mark?"

The boy looks up, immediately smiling when he sees it's you

"Hey, you. What are you doing here?" he asks, getting his stuff from the seat beside him to make room for you. Putting your stuff on the table before taking the seat beside him

"I just finished for the day, and currently hiding from Yun-jin"

He chuckles, "Why?"

"She's trying to set me up with a blind date so I pretended I had plans" leaving out the part he was mentioned

"You don't have plans?" he asks, giving himself a pat on the back for not sounding too nervous

You shake your head, "I have something to say though, I might have told her I had plans... with you"

Mark just looks at you, feeling shy under his gaze you look away.

"With me?"

"Yea, sorry. You don't have to stay though if you have plans don't worry about it. Go enjoy your valentines day" you told him a bit too energetic than you intended.

Then he smiles, Mark smiles at you like he's keeping a secret he can't wait to tell.

"What?"

"I don't have plans, I was going to ask if you had plans yesterday but I didn't want to overstep"

"What do you mean? You're just asking" you smile back at him, "Did you think I was going to say no like always? Oh my gosh I swear I'm not as heartless. I wasn't-"

"No no no, of course I didn't think that. I mean I don't think you're heartless" he pauses to collect his thought because right now words are flying out faster than he can think of them.

And if he got one chance at this, he'll make sure to do it right the first time.

Then you start speaking again, surprising Mark once again with your words

"Yun-jin said I smile a lot when I'm with you, now that I think about it I think I do. It's just you're easy to be with, and I feel relaxed like I can talk to you about anything and you listen. It's also so fun to listen to your stories, especially when you get this animated look on your face. And when you laugh before you can even say the joke. Am I rambling, sorry I'm rambling"

He takes your hand, holding it in his. Testing the waters to see how you'll react. When you don't pull away, he gets a card out from his notebook. Then he hands it over to you,

Today we are obliged to be romantic And think of yet another Valentine. We know the rules, and we are both pedantic. Today’s the day we have to be romantic. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours, and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.

You read the note carefully, a smile slowly forming on your face while Mark watches you. When the thinks you finish it, he speaks up

"I read that, and I thought about you. You're worth more than a one liner, more than a single flower. You deserve poems to be written about you, gardens to walk through with the prettiest flowers"

You playfully hit him, reading the card again before putting it in your bag for safe keeping

"I love it, thank you. Now I feel bad I got you nothing"

"It's okay, I didn't even know I was going to give it to you. I was ready to just hide it in my bag for the rest of time" he admits

"Why? It's so nice though"

"Yea but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"I appreciate it really. Out of all the notes I received, I'll keep this one"

At that he smiles.

Like how the story began, with one liner notes and a single flower, who knew you'd find a friend and now something more. Mark is someone you didn't expect you'd have something romantic with especially since you're not really looking for it but it makes sense that you'd end up with him. He makes your days brighter, it's like he bring everything that is good into your world.

When you said he's the kind of guy who beats every fictional character, it's true because he gave you something better than a fairytale; a reality worth living in.

And yes spoiler, you do end up with him. The story ends with you and him. Spending all of your valentines together.

end.

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h0ney-mochi · 2 years ago

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Scaramouche x gn!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (modern ?, not fatui, scara spits in your mouth, reader is down bad)

Summary: You've had enough of thinking suspicious stuff about your classmate, so you descend to the bottom floor to eat your lunch, stay a bit longer. But Scaramouche finds you.

A/n: Wanted to post this old thing from 25-27november. Sort of a filler while I work on requests.

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You were tired. You had told yourself that you will not touch yourself at all, because it had became ridiculous on how a single man turned you on almost every day. But now it was getting so frustrating. You wanted some kind of touch, whatever, but you knew you should resist. Just because. It's not like you had self control, you did, it's just that it had been almost a month.

Every day you would see him and your mind would go MAD. You ignored it. That's how you lived with it now, despite the feeling between your thighs. Despite how hot you felt. Despite how every touch would make you tense up. Despite the random glances or eye contact you'd make with him.

And then one day you decided to ignore him and get away every time you'd see him, anything to get him out of your mind. And Scaramouche noticed. It didn't matter that he saw you in classes, it mattered when you completely dissapeared from his eyesight after classes or during break. So he decided to find you.

You were hiding at the bottom floor, in a dark alley with multiple rooms. You were in one of them, except you had the light on. You were on call with your best friend. Because you didn't dare step out and catch eyes with Scara.

"Oh come on, [name]. It can't be that bad-" they would chuckle at you, smiling at the camera and eating a bit of their food. You rolled your eyes, "I know! But I want this stupid brainrot to end soon, so I'm taking every chance I get." "Yeah, right. Well lunch break ends in.. I don't know the time from head. Do you have food with you?" They ask, biting down on their food again. "Yeah I do, I finished it before you called, hah. Good that there's a trash can here, I got to throw out the papers," you smiled. Then you suddenly went silent. "So, when can I-" They started speaking but you stopped them. "Shh- hold on, I think I hear something-" you quickly said, turning your head towards the door.

"Fuck, what if it's a teacher..?" You mumbled into your phone, your best friend intensely staring at the camera. "No way, most of the teachers are here," she taps her chin, "and I doubt anyone knows where you are." "Well, yeah you're right, but someone for sure is down here-" you whispered back. They were looking around the cafeteria, trying to spot if someone's gone — well yeah, mostly everyone, since they finished eating. "Alright, you wait for them to dissapear and then you come back, okay?" She mumbles. You respond, looking back at your phone, "Yep, that's what I'll do. I'll stop the call now, so whoever is there.. you know." "Ya! I'll see you soon then. Bon Appétit and good luck!" They smiled at you. You smiled back, ending the call. You put your phone down and turned your attention back to the door. You heard a few more footsteps, then quiet. You turned the lamp off and sat in the dark, silent, waiting. Then the door opened. You froze. Someone knew you were here. It was silent.

"I know you're in here, idiot," a familiar voice said. Your eyes widened. It was Scaramouche. You heard him step into the room, closing the door. Fuck, you thought, how will you sneak away?

"You either turn the light on or I'll turn it on for you," he spoke in his usual voice. That same voice that has you on your knees. You went silent. You hoped that if you're quiet, he'll think you're not here and check elsewhere. You heard an 'ugh' noise and then footsteps. You immediately turned the lamp back and his footsteps stopped. Yep, Scaramouche. He stared at you and you stared back. He crossed his arms, "so you are indeed here." You put your hands in your lap, "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Scara shakes his head, then motions to the room, "First of all, why the fuck are you hiding in here?" You stare. "..I don't like being around people..?" You tried to lie, shrugging. He glared at you, "How come you've been fine with people for weeks and then suddenly not?"

"Psh, why are you asking anyways? Why are you here, actually?" You tilted your head. Scara thought of what to say, eyes scanning the room you're in. Then he looked back at you, "Maybe because you always pester me, but suddenly there's not a single trace of you? Like you just died, but no, I see you in your seat. But then you dissapear." You stared. Damn bruh why would he care- you thought, eyeing him. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "Are you avoiding me on purpose?" He asks. His gaze was intense, you looked away. "No, I have no reason to," you mumbled, looking at the wall. "Really now?" He asked again. You felt your cheeks starting to heat up. Of course you avoided him.

"Answer me when I talk to you." He groans at you. You shrug, "I already answered if you weren't listening." Then you heard quick footsteps. Scara walked in front of you, his hand went to your chin, turning your head to look at him. You gasped, your eyes widening. Scara glared down at you, "that wasn't a fucking answer." You felt your heart starting to race. He was way too close to you and it was starting to fuck with senses. "I'm sorry-" you quickly mumbled, blinking, gazing away, then back. He just watched. Of course he knew. Didn't he?

"You're so bad at lying, you know," he said, clicking his tongue. You glanced away, staring at the wall, you couldn't do it. "Look at me, bitch," he demanded and you did exactly that. Fuck. "..Tell me. Why are you avoiding me?" He asked a simple question. Yet it was so hard to answer. "I- listen, I'm not avoiding you, okay-" "Stop lying right in my face." He cut you off. You weren't feeling well. This was too much, too close. You were silent. "Fine, I avoided you, but why would you care-" you spoke, but he cut you off again. "I didn't ask that, I asked why are you avoiding me." He leaned closer to you. Your eyes widened again, you tried to lean back, but he held you in place. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You're fucking with my mind okay?? I wanted a break, stop being so close to me-" you quickly said, your eyes glancing away and then back. "I know it's my problem, I'm aware, but please get away-" you added, since he didn't answer. "I'm fucking with your mind?" He repeats your words, not breaking eye contact. "Scara, please get away from me-" you felt your cheeks heating up even more. "Just what exactly do I make you feel, huh?" He whispered. You froze, staring back at him. Fuck. Your mind went blank. You were fucked. "..Scara, class starts soon, I- we need to go-" you quickly spoke, but he pressed a finger to your lips and you shut up. "That can wait. You're going to answer me," he said. You were silent. "I'm not telling you that," you whispered, cursing yourself mentally. "Why not? Embarrassed to admit I make you nervous?" He licks his lips, and you swear you were about to pass out. "Shut up-" you gazed away from him. "Tell me," he demands again. You couldn't just tell him that. But man, what choice do you have now?

"You make me feel things that I shouldn't," you mumbled, still not meeting his eyes. Silence. You regret everything. Then you hear him chuckle and you wanted to dissapear. "Look at me," is the only thing he says. And you slowly did. Scara blinked at you and then pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as a gasp came from you. He moved his lips against yours, and you soon kissed him back. Your hands went to his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand only went to hold you by your cheeks. He pulled away for a small second, "part your lips, idiot." Then he went back to kissing you. You did as he said, parting your lips and he pushed his tongue against yours. A surprised moan came from you, as you shuddered. You two kissed for a few moments. Then Scara pulled away, licking his lips. You opened your eyes to stare at him.

He stared back, "open your mouth." You did exactly that, opening your mouth slightly. "Wider," he demanded. And you did. You watched him. He leaned closer to you again and let his spit fall in your mouth. Your eyes widened at him. "Swallow it," he whispered, and you did that in a moment. He smirked. "You're pathetic," he said and went to kiss you again.

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writing-blog-iguess · 1 year ago

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Online Matchup 6

Summery: Y/N gets texts from someone the last person they thought of. In doing so, learns a few things about their sister and who gave out their number.

Warning: swearing, fluff

Words: 3.4K

A/n: Feed back is always welcome, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll

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Series master list

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October 23

Y/n (6:30 am) I thought you said you weren’t going to give Conner my number?

Jason I did not

Y/N Then why is he yelling at me for dissing his writing It has been two weeks And he’s still upset about it It’s been three hours since he started texting me And he’s still not done Why is the sunshine boy up at three in the morning anyways? I haven’t answered yet

Jason What the fuck No I didn’t give him your number And he begged me for it Should have known something was up when he stopped asking

Y/N Who the fuck gave him my number?

Jason I don’t know

Y/N Whoever it is, they are dead.

Jason I’ll help But Conner isn’t that bad

Y/N No But he hasn’t stopped being mad at me for what I said He won’t even let me get a word in

Jason He’ll stop, just wait

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Y/n (7:30 am) Are you done?

Conner Nothing to say I see

Y/N It’s been a few years I’m not going to talk about that It’s stupid So why are you even talking about it?

Conner I’m offended

Y/N Then stop

Conner Why are you so mean?

Y/N Because we’re talking about something that happened in the past A past that I do not care for

Conner You were never this mean in high school What happened?

Y/N I moved away and became a different person Gotham has harden my soul Why do you care? We were never friends

Conner Yeah, but you’re my girlfriend’s sister I gotta at least try

Y/N … What?

Conner Ah shit She didn’t tell you?

Y/N W h a t

Conner Pretend I didn’t say that

Y/N NO I CAN’T PRETEND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIENDS SISTER?

Conner Your sister is going to kill me

Y/N CONNER KENT

Conner Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be?

Y/N Yes now answer the question

Conner I mean That’s pretty straight forward

Y/N HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DATING? AND AREN’T YOU LIKE ANCIENT

Conner I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M A FEW MONTHS OLDER THAN HER AND WE’RE BOTH LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU And like, almost a year

Y/N WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?

Conner Something to do with her waiting for the right time

Y/N I’m offended

Conner Gonna have to take it up with her

Y/N I can’t, she’s in school Shouldn’t you be in class?

Conner Sick

Y/N That’s bullshit You don’t get sick

Conner I don’t have to explain myself to you You’re not my keeper

Y/N Nah, that’s my sister apparently

Conner Not gonna let that go, are you?

Y/N Nope

Conner Shouldn't you be in class?

Y/N Not until three

Conner Be annoying somewhere else

Y/N Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you How’d you get my number anyways?

Conner Oh would you look at that! I gotta go

Y/N Bitch

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Y/N (8:10 am) HE’S DATING MY SISTER?

Jason You didn’t know?

Y/N NO YOU KNEW?

Jason I feel like this is a trap

Y/N It’s not, and I’m not mad if you did How long did you know?

Jason Um, couple of months I think They’ve been dating longer though

Y/N Almost a year apparently I’m so mad And I can’t even call her because she’s in school Son of a bitch

Jason Let me know how that conversation goes

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Y/N (11:02 am) Cannot believe you’re dating Conner Kent

Ellie How the fuck do you know that?

Y/N I’m offended

Ellie Hey, you didn’t tell me you were talking to Jason

Y/N That’s different Whatever I have going on with Jason is new And I didn’t want to jinx it You’re dating Conner for close to a year I think that warrants telling your sister

Ellie It never came up?

Y/N Bull. Shit

Ellie You never liked Conner, I was afraid you wouldn’t approve

Y/N I have never said I disliked Conner I may have said he’s annoying sometimes and he’s too bright Hence why I call him sunshine boy

Ellie Do you approve though?

Y/N Does he make you happy?

Ellie Yes

Y/N Then I approve How’d that happen anyways?

Ellie Newspaper

Y/N I still can’t believe you joined the school paper

Ellie I love writing You did it

Y/N That’s because Kate made me I wasn’t there by choice

Ellie Right So, how’d you know?

Y/N Your boyfriend let it slip

Ellie What?

Y/N Which reminds me, did you give him my number

Ellie You know I’d never do that

Y/N Someone did, and he’s not telling me

Ellie Hold on a sec I’ll find out for you

Y/N Someone’s going to die I just don’t know who

Ellie (12:15 pm) Try not to kill Conner, I really like him Also, some guy named Tim I think that’s his friend or something

Y/N That son of a bitch

Ellie Do you know him?

Y/N Not personally, but yeah

Ellie Have mercy on his soul

Y/N Don’t you know him?

Ellie Why would I know Tim?

Y/N Isn’t Conner friends with the Waynes?

Ellie I think so…?

Y/N Eleanor You have been dating Sunshine Boy for almost a year And you don’t know?

Ellie Don’t call me that It makes me feel like I’m in trouble

Y/N Eleanor Stop deflecting

Ellie Okay, yes he’s friends with the Waynes I just never personally met them yet They kind of scare me

Y/N I’m ashamed to call you my sister

Ellie EXCUSE ME HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

Y/N YES I’m talking to one of them, remember?

Ellie JASON’S A WAYNE?

Y/N Did I not mention that?

Ellie NO YOU BURIED THE LEAD ON THAT ONE

Y/N Oopsie

Ellie DON’T OOPSIE ME Y/N

Y/N Welp, gotta go

Ellie BITCH GET BACK HERE WE’RE NOT DONE Y/N

—

Y/N (12:20 pm) Your brother is dead to me

Jason I have like four You need to be more specific

Y/N Tim

Jason Ah, yeah okay that tracks

Y/N Tell him to count his days I’m coming for him

Jason All this over a phone number

Y/N He doesn’t even know me Why would he do this?

Jason I don’t know I personally think he likes the drama

Y/N I hope he knows the consequences

Jason He’ll find out once he meets you Conner finally confessed?

Y/N Not to me

Jason Had a conversation with your sister I take it

Y/N Apparently, I had this ‘I don’t like him’ vibe going on And that’s why she didn’t want to tell me Which fair, I didn’t like anyone in high school much But Conner was okay

Jason And now they’re dating

Y/N Which I find bizarre but if she’s happy then it’s whatever

Jason Did you threaten Conner if he ever broke her heart

Y/N … No Excuse me please

Jason I am so glad he’s not my friend

–

Y/N You break Ellie’s heart I’m coming for you

Conner I would like to see you try

Y/N I will try And I will win

Conner Don’t know how, you know jack shit about me

Y/N I’ll ask Ellie once her broken heart is mended And then I will be coming for you

Conner Well, that won’t happen I don’t plan to hurt her

Y/N I hope so Cuz you’ll be dealing with me And I can be your worst nightmare

Conner Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?

Y/N Don’t you have girlfriend to kiss?

Conner I do and I’m about to go see her

Y/NNo Nope I don’t want to hear about your relationship Especially not you

ConnerAwe come Y/N Afraid of a little pda?

Y/NThat’s my sister you’re talking about Be careful Oh, before I forget Pass a message to Tim for me? Tell him he better watch his back

Conner SHE RATTED ME OUT

Y/N Sir, she is my sister She is my best friend And we’ll tell each other things you wish you could hear

Y/N I think I scared him

Jason He probably deserved it

Y/N Hey, what do you mean Conner’s not really your friend? Didn’t you hang out last weekend?

Jason Conners more Tim’s friend then he is mine And yes but only because I was doing something for Tim

Y/N He couldn’t have done it?

Jason Probably But I was coming out there anyways so I volunteered

Y/N You know what I think?

Jason No and I don’t think I want to know But you’re going to tell me anyway

Y/N Even though you claim you don’t like your family very much I think you secretly like your family You just hide it well Jason? Oh no I said something you didn’t like I’m sorry

Jason (4:20 pm) It’s okay So Wanna do something tonight?

Y/N: Ah, he speaks

Jason Okay, yeah that was kind of deserved I’m sorry for just disappearing on you earlier

Y/N It’s okay There will probably be times where I will do the same thing I just need some patience from you And I’ll be patient with you

Jason At least your honest

Y/N I just really don’t want to fuck this up

Jason I second that So, do you want to?

Y/N Do I want to what?

Jason Seriously? I asked like two seconds ago

Y/N Okay, but in my defense I am ~distracted~

Jason With another boy? How could you

Y/N Okay, first of all fuck you And second of all I’m trying to find the books I need

Jason Only if you’re going to help

Y/N I have some regrets right now

Jason Did you forget your library card again?

Y/N No, this time I actually remembered

Jason I’m proud of you for that

Y/N Mm, can’t tell if your being sarcastic or not

Jason 100% serious

Y/N Well damn Now I’m flustered

Jason Oh? Information to store away

Y/N I feel like I made a mistake

Jason Only time will tell

Y/N So, what was the question again?

Jason Scroll up?

Y/N Respectfully, no

Jason Lol okay Would you like to do something tonight?

Y/N Really trying to get to the fifth date I see

Jason Nah, I can wait for that I just wanted to hang out

Y/N Your brothers don’t need help tonight?

Jason Surprisingly no, they don’t. Are you trying to get out of hanging out with me?

Y/N Uh, no I’ve got a project I’m working on I don’t want to bore you

Jason Nonsense I can bring something to read It’d be nice to sit around and relax

Y/N If you're sure

Jason I’m sure I’ll bring food

Y/N You know where I live

Jason All I had to do is say food and you're in? Very easy to please huh?

Y/N I wouldn’t say that But yes, I’m very easy to persuade when foods involved

Jason Any food allergies?

Y/N Not that I’m aware of

Jason Alright I’ll text you when I’m on my way

Y/N Okay But don’t get to offended if I don’t respond There will be a chance I’ll turn off my phone once I get home I don’t want to get distracted Especially if Conner wants to yell at me some more

Jason Thanks for the warning

–

True to your word, you hadn’t answered when Jason messaged you. But he wasn’t too worried, earlier while he was busy at home, you had sent a message saying you got home fine and that you’ll be shutting off your phone soon.

Jason had been too busy to answer, but his heart swelled at the care you seemed to have for him. That you knew he’d worry about you without having to say something. Sure, his family cared about him but there was something different when you cared.

He shot a text back saying he’d be coming soon before going about cleaning his guns.

An hour later, he was finished and left his apartment with food on his mind.

The sound of knocking at your door broke your concentration. You blinked back to awareness just as another round of knocks sounded.

“Come in!” you called, leaning back from the coffee table to stretch. You let out a noise of satisfaction when your bones cracked.

“You should have your doors locked when you're home alone,” Jason called, closing the door behind him. “You never know what creep might come in.”

“Yeah, but I knew you were coming and I tend to hyper focus on my work,” you answered, turning around to watch Jason walk into the living room, carrying a couple of boxes of pizza. “Saves me the trip of opening the door.”

“There was a chance that it wasn’t me behind the door,” he said, setting the boxes down after you made some room for them.

“No, but I don’t have people come over.”

“What about your friends?”

“They have a key, and come unannounced. Aside from my neighbours, you're the only one who knocks.”

“Still, gotta be more cautious,” Jason warned, grunting as he sat on the floor beside you. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate, only making idle conversation. The conversations ranged from what your favourite things are to embarrassed stories growing up, to darkest secrets.

Jason had kept his lips sealed with his secrets, but you weren’t mad about it. They were his, and his alone. If he didn’t want to share, he didn’t have to. And you made sure he knew you understood.

When there were only a few slices of pizza, and your stomach was full did you turn back to your homework. Reluctantly, you rather talk to Jason then do homework. But it wasn’t going to finish by itself and you needed the grade.

“Do you always work in silence?” Jason asked as he stood to stretch.

“Usually I have music playing, but the neighbours kept complaining about the noise level. And I don’t like blasting music in my ears,” you answered, and gestured towards your collection of CDs. “Help yourself if you find anything you like.”

Jason wandered over and whistled. “That’s quite the collection.”

“What can I say? Started it when I was, I don’t know, ten? And just kept collecting,” you said absentmindedly, “same goes with my books.”

“Let’s see what we have here,” Jason mumbled as he looked through them. “Classical, pop, rock, metal, jazz? Man you have a little bit of everything huh?”

“Yup.”

“Oh ho ho, what’s this?” Jason sang, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to watch Jason pull out a familiar CD. “A mixed CD? I didn’t know you were the type.”

You jumped up and tripped over the couch when you launched yourself over it. Picking yourself up from the floor, you ran and jumped onto Jason’s back, reaching for the CD he held above his head.

“Holy shit,” he grunted at the impact, stumbling forward, trying to regain his balance. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“That is not something you tell a person,” you muttered, making a noise as you tried to reach for the CD. “Give it back.”

“What’s on there? Porn?”

“No,” you said, flustered, “why would I do that?”

“No you're right, you’re not that type of person,” he mused, moving the CD further from you. He glanced up and laughed. “I didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up,” you squealed and shouted in victory when you succeeded in grabbing the CD from him. “Ha!” you said and jumped off him, you left the room to hide the mixed tape elsewhere.

“You know, there isn’t a hiding place here that I couldn’t find,” Jason said dryly when you walked into the living room.

“That I have no doubt,” you replied, sitting back on the floor. “But that cd is not one I would like to listen to right now.”

“Is it embarrassing?”

“Yes. I rather not cringe at all the memories those songs will bring.”

“That’s a juicy story I can tell,”he said, turning back to back your collection.

“Only if you tell me your death story,” you shot back. When Jason said nothing, you nodded. “I thought so.”

“Okay, so we both have stories we don't want to talk about,” he confessed, “doesn’t mean they’re great.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you continued with your paper and Jason kept looking through your CDs. A few minutes later, the room was filled with Tchaikovsky.

“Never thought you’d be a Nutcracker fan,” you commented as the first song started.

“Sometimes you just want to listen to the classics,” he said, moving towards your bookshelf. “Do you mind?”

You looked up to see him gesturing towards your books. You shook your head and went back to your paper. “I thought you were gonna bring a book.”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Too excited to come see me?” you teased.

“No, I had food on my mind,” he teased back and laughed at the look you gave him. “And you, I was also thinking about you too.”

You hummed, watching as he finally picked a book and made his way to the couch. He plopped down, he moved around a bit until he was comfortable before opening the book. You tilted your head trying to read the title and smiled.

“You’re full of surprises, Jason,” you said before turning back towards the coffee table again.

“So are you,” he shot back, and that was the end of the conversation. For a while, the only sounds were the music, the occasional page flipping and a pencil scratching against paper.

There was a peace that settled with the two of you as you did your own things. A peace that both of you haven’t felt in awhile, so much that you kind of forgot the presence of the other person.

You stayed on the floor most of the time, only getting up to use the bathroom and to switch out the CDs once they finished. A couple of hours later, your homework was finally done, you sat back and stretched.

“Hey, I just remembered I have som-” you cut yourself short when you looked up to see Jason fast alseep on the couch. You weren’t sure at what point he had fallen asleep, but it looked like he needed it.

So, instead of waking him up, you let him sleep. Standing up, you reached down to grab the Jane Austen book he was in the middle of reading. You made sure to bookmark it in case he wanted to finish it the next time he was over.

Setting it on the coffee table, you made your way over to turn down the music until it was just softly playing before grabbing a blanket to cover Jason with.

“Rest well,” you whispered as you tucked in him slightly. “I think you need it.”

You turned back to your bookshelf and grabbed a book for yourself before going to sit back on the floor where you were doing your homework and started reading.

Jason woke up to his phone vibrating against his leg. He blinked, confused about where he was. The ceiling he was looking at didn’t look like his, and the last thing he remembered was reading on the couch. At your house.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, as the puzzle pieces fell together. “I fell asleep.”

“Turn it off,” came a mumble from beside him. He turned his head to find you leaning against the couch, head tilting up fast asleep. “Five more minutes, Mom. I’m tired.”

Smiling, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glared at the name that flashed across his screen. “What do you want, Tim?”

“Where are you?” Tim asked instead of answering. “You were supposed to be here like, two hours ago.”

“I told you I wasn’t going out tonight. Bruce knows this, so does Dick and they said they were okay with it.”

“Yeah, but you promised.”

“You and I both know, I didn’t promise shit,” he whispered, “whatever it is, you’ll have to deal without me.”

“Its not the same,” Tim whined. “And why are we whispering?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re with Y/N aren’t you?” Tim asked, and Jason could tell he was smiling.

“You know, I hope that whatever Y/N does to you, you’ll suffer,” Jason snapped and tried to keep his laugh in at the “hey!” Tim yelled.

“What did I ever do to them? We haven’t even met!”

“Enough that they’re out for blood,” Jason said, not wanting to elaborate. “I have to go.” He hung up before Tim could question him further, and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Turning his head to look at you again, he thought about what to do next.

Sleeping on the floor like that couldn’t be comfortable and he knew should wake up and leave, but it was late and he wanted to let you sleep. Instead, he slowly got off the couch without waking you. He went to the bathroom before going around the apartment to lock the windows and doors, and turned off the lights that were on.

He made his way back to the living room, and gently picked you up before setting you back down on the couch. He tucked you in with the blanket you had given him.

Satisfied that you were safe in your own apartment, he turned to leave. But before he could, something grabbed his arm, stopping him. He stalled and turned around slowly, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed you staring at him.

“It’s late, Jason,” you mumbled, “I’m not going to let you go home this late.”

“How are you going to stop me?” Jason challenged. Instead of answering, you tugged his arm hard enough to make him stumble towards you. He braced himself against the back of the couch, preventing him from falling completely onto you. “You’re very bold when your half asleep,” he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged on his arm again.

“Shut up and lay down,” you mumbled, trying to get up from the couch. Jason moved to sit down beside you. “I’m too tired to move to my bed. So, you can take my bed or share the couch.”

He watched as you curled up on the one side of the couch and moved the blanket so he could have some too. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “I don’t make the people I care about leave in the middle of the night. You never know what could happen on the way home.”

Touched, and not wanting to make you worry, Jason took the corner of the blanket you weren’t using and settled down on the couch. He didn’t fall asleep right away. Opting instead to read more of his book. Within minutes of reading, however, sleep claimed him.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #jason todd #online match up #my writing #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you

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mercurygray · 6 months ago

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how to get home, for Cord? 💙

The days feel longer here.

It feels strange to say that, as they move into December and the dark descends before the sun's even had a chance to get her coat on, but wars don't run on business hours, and everyone can pull out their desk lamps and continue calculations well into the wee hours of the evening if that's what conditions demand. And the war demands a lot, always.

The new men coming in think that this is just the way that Thorpe Abbotts has always been - that the ops officers are seldom in the officers club, that that ground crew don't know your name. No one bothers to correct the impression, except perhaps Rosie Rosenthal, who even Colonel Harding will agree is in a class by himself.

Everyone is different after Munster, and none of the old hands want to correct assumptions. Harry Crosby is a loner, Ev Blakely tells fewer jokes, and Cordelia Callaway is an ice queen who's married to her job and never smiles.

Let 'em, Cord thinks to herself, finishing the last touches on the week's accident reports and watching out of the corner of her eye as a few new WACs go by, whispering. Why should it matter? She stands up and stretches, concious, as she has not been for a while, of the tension in her shoulders and the twinge in her jaw.

"Lieutenant Callaway, do you have a minute?" Cord looks up to see Fred Torvaldsen standing in the doorway, her homemade red scarf vivid against the blue of her Red Cross uniform and the gray outside. "I've got - something for you."

It's an odd request - Cord doesn't know the woman over and above a few cups of coffee, a good singing voice, and a heart for stray cats. (Anita spent a whole day talking about spark plugs before it was explained that she meant the Aero Club's new kitten.) A mittened hand holds something out - a letter. "It came to me, but it's - it's for you," Fred explains. "I think they wanted to - get it around the censor. I hope you don't mind I opened it."

The poor-quality paper is crumpled, the handwriting messy and rushed. There's only one person who writes like that. Cord finds herself leaning against the wall. (Fred, she notices, hasn't moved. How many letters like this has she delivered?)

Dear Cord,

I don't know what to say except I'm sorry.

And that's it. That's all there is. Ten words that hit her like a ton of bricks. Sorry, Bucky? You're sorry? What does that even - sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry you're not here? Sorry you're alive and you didn't think it would be important to tell me? Sorry?

It is so maddeningly and frustratingly him that she can hardly think - the wall is holding her up and she wishes it were him. You're a thousand miles away and you're right here in this paper, and I miss you so much, Bucky, your shoulders and your smile and the way you make me laugh…

The words have been struck through, heavily, with a pencil, and as she reads them a fifth and sixth time, she can almost see him, hunched over a table in a chair that is too small for him, struggling with the words and then deciding they're not worth the paper they're written on, striking them out and throwing down the pencil and crumpling up the page. Underneath there are a few more lines, added in a script she knows is Gale's -

Sorry you haven't heard from him sooner. He's started this letter five times and I thought you ought to at least get one.

I think if he missed you less, he'd be able to talk about it more. He hasn't said your name since we got here.

We're all doing okay, and hope you are, too. Say hi to everyone for us. Gale.

That, too, is a new wave of tears - classic Gale. At least he knows how to get home. She hopes for a tearful moment that Marjorie Spencer has gotten the letters that she knows Gale has written like clockwork in his fine, neat hand. And she has ten words. Ten words, struck out for being written, and her name, and 'Dear', and all of that somehow not good enough to actually send. John Egan, if you were here I don't know what I'd do to you. Kiss you, kill you, or never let go of you.

She looks up, wipes her eyes on the back of her hand, and realizes Fred is still standing there, smiling faintly, a handkerchief in her hand. Cord sniffles and takes it, grateful. "There's paper at the club, when you want to write him back."

"No if?" Cord asks, blowing her nose and trying to find the ice queen again behind the hot tears on her cheek.

"No one I know cries like that over ifs," Fred replied with a little smile. "Mary's baking shortbread later. We'll save you some."

Later that night, when she has been installed in a comfortable chair with a cup of tea and three of the promised cookies, she finds herself staring at the paper feeling blank. "Well, what would you say if he were here right now?" Mary asks, sitting down with her own cup of tea and gesturing to an empty chair like it will somehow conjure the man.

Cord stares at the empty chair, and then writes down the only words she can think of, picturing him.

You stupid, stupid, stupid man.

The only apology I want is for not writing sooner - and for thinking that I wouldn't want a letter. What kind of woman do you think I am? Jack Kidd was kind enough to give me your jacket - the one I said I hated. It's in my room now. I'll return it to you when you get back - or not. The weather's been getting colder and a girl might need it…

#asked and answered #basilone #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #masters of the air OC #masters of the air x oc #cordelia callaway #mota x oc #freda torvaldsen

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shaynawrites23 · 1 year ago

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🤭 of failing in the study aspect and so you won't be able to achieve your dream (this is so personal rn)

With Peter (parker of course) or Remus or Sirius. Whichever inspires you

You'll Succeed

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 745

A/N: it's been really long since you requested this, im sorry 😅 if you still see this, i hope you enjoy!

When Peter came back from class, he expected to find things different from how he'd left them. He's been gone a couple hours, after all, and you'd assured him before he left that you'd finish up your work while he was away and take the rest of the day off, to give yourself a bit of a break after all your hard work. You'd even discussed dinner plans, and while he'd said time and time again that he'd cook, and that you just had to sit back and relax, you'd said something about getting it started, and he had to choose between bickering with you about it or being on time for class.

What he found upon coming home, though, was not what he'd hoped for. Surrounded by textbooks, papers and a half-full cup of tea, you're still busily typing away on your laptop, as though you haven't moved since he left. He touches a hand to your cup, his backpack hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Cold.

And all this while, you don't stop your incessant typing, don't take your attention off of your work for longer than it takes you to say, "hi, Peter, how was class?"

Peter ignores your question.

"Babe," he sighs, saving your document with one hand and gently closing your laptop with the other, "I thought we agreed you'd take the rest of the day off?"

"Yeah," you sigh back, swiveling in your chair to face him, hands gesturing helplessly as you talk. "But then I looked at my planner, and I- there's so much more to do, Peter, and if I can't do it all I'm gonna fail this class and watch my dreams slip through my fingers. Like little dandelion seeds floating on the wind."

He's ready to make a joke, but you look so exhausted, so dejected and genuinely afraid of all your work being for naught, that he swallows those words and replaces them with something gentler.

"Hey, babe. Babe, look at me." His warm hand touches your chin, gently guiding you to meet his eyes as he kneels in front of you. "You're up in your head again. I promise you, one night off isn't gonna shatter your dreams. It'll be good for you, actually; if you keep pushing without a break, you'll only burn out and get sick, and then you'll lose more time. Take a break with me, yeah? Come relax, we'll make those little dessert things you like, we'll watch your favorite show and I'll give you lots of kisses."

Damn, that's tempting. Part of you wants nothing more than to say yes, but then the overwhelming guilt of not being productive takes over and you shake your head, blinking back tears.

"I can't, Peter. I can't lose this, this opportunity, this- I've dreamed about this for years and I can't lose my chance, not when I'm so close- Peter, I want this so bad, but what if I can't-"

You cut yourself off there. The thought of not achieving your dreams, not getting what you want so badly, what you've worked so hard for, is painful to think about, and a single tear rolls down your cheek as you take a deep breath and remind yourself to think about something else. Alarm flashes across Peter's face, but he tries his best to hide it and reaches up to gently brush your tears away with his thumb.

"Hey, angel, don't think like that. You really think you could lose it, when you've worked this hard? Babe, don't underestimate yourself. You've worked hard, you're still working hard, but you can't work yourself to death either. You need to find a balance, between work and rest. And get those thoughts of failure out of your head, okay angel? You're not gonna fail. Not your class, not your course, not at your goals. You'll succeed, I promise."

Peter sounds so earnest, so honest, so much like he truly believes you can do it, that you can't do much more than stifle a sob and nod, reaching for a hug he's all too happy to give you.

"That's my girl," he smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. "Now, no more work tonight, okay? Come to the kitchen, and remind me how to make those dessert things you like before I mess it up and something completely different comes out of the oven."

Your answering giggle is all he needs to smile.

#shayna writes #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker drabble #peter parker blurb #peter parker fic #spiderman blurb #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman oneshot #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman drabble

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luffyslove · 1 year ago

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Hello! I saw your post and was wondering if you could do a Death the Kid X autistic! Reader? If not that’s totally fine and hope college is going well for you :)

Hi Anon!

I was pretty scared to start writing this since I'm not on the spectrum and I didn't want it to be offensive in any way. I did my best to research and reached out to some of my friends to help!

I didn't know if you wanted this to be a fic or headcanons so I did both!

Pairing: Death the Kid x GN!Reader

(Please keep in mind all characters are aged up, none of them are minors)

Warnings⚠️: Kid is kinda rude in the beginning but it turns into fluff I promise

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How you meet

You walked into Lord deaths office, being the newest transfer student of the academy. Lord death invited you to take a seat right in front of him.

"Ah, Y/N, correct? I am very happy to have you at our academy. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine!" He hands you your new schedule. All you do is stare at the paper. It's like it's not even real. You feel yourself drift away, like you're in the clouds, floating. You can hear Lord death talking to you, but you don't process it. Not at all. Who knows how long you stayed like that, drtifting away. It's not until the first bell rings, and he tells you to make your way to class that you realize you didn't catch anything he said. Not wanting to seem rude, you smiled and left. That was some time ago. Now you were in the middle of some hallway, wondering where you took the wrong turn.

You looked at your schedule and back at the school map, schedule, school map, schedule-

Where was I again?

That's right, class, you were trying to make your way to class. Just then you felt yourself become overwhelmed. You didn't know where you were, what to do, or who to ask for help. As you walk by, trying to take in your unfamiliar surroundings, you reach into your pocket and start playing with a bobby pin.

Maybe I'll calm down more with this. Maybe I can find my classroom before the next class starts!

You begin to giggle at yourself, wondering how you got here in the first place.

THUD!

Not looking ahead, you ran into what seemed like a wall, until you see papers flying everywhere and a man in front of you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Can't look where you're going?!" He shouts. This causes you to shut down. No longer are you giggling and smiling trying to make your way to class. You're on the floor staring at this man, not daring to say a word. He had black hair with white stripes, golden eyes, and, a suit? Weird. He goes on and on about how he organized the papers for hours on end, ready to place them around the school at their respective corners, each one at the same height. As he continues to ramble, your eyes look around, you need something to ground yourself in this situation.

My bobby pin! Where's, where's my bobby pin?

You start searching for your precious bobby pin on all fours. While trying to find it you feel tears well up in your eyes. You try to blink them away but it's no use, and one falls. Coincidentally, it falls on one of those paper flyers the other guy had. And he saw.

No longer is he shouting at you for what you did, no longer is he glaring at you, instead he stares softly at you.

"Are you looking for something?" He asks. You look at him, a lump in your throat preventing you from speaking.

"I'm sorry I got carried away, I just, I spent a long time organizing these flyers for the school, my father asked me to. I'm Death, Death the Kid." He extends his hand out for you to shake, but you just loom at him. You want to move, but you can't, you want to talk to him, apologize, maybe even scream back, but you can't. You want to, but at this moment it's like the whole world is suffocating you.

He gets up and reaches his hand out "Come on, I'll help you up" Your hand trembles as you take his, he pulls you up. He picks up your schedule, "Y/N huh? So you're new, now I feel like more of an asshole" He laughs. "Come on, I'll take you to the bathrooms then I'll walk you to class" As you both make your ways to the bathroom and Kid stays outside, you look in the mirror at yourself. Your hair disheveled from the impact, mascara running, puffy red eyes from the tears. You do your best to make yourself look presentable and walk outside the bathrooms.

Kid looks up, "Feeling better? I can walk to class if you would like, I don't have anything better to do." He smiles. You feel it, you can feel yourself trying to talk to him, to tell him something. "The flyers..." You meant for the sentence to come out bold, but instead it came out barely above a whisper. "Hm? Is something wrong?" He asks. If it were earlier you would've been talking his ear off, info dumping like there's no tomorrow. "I'm sorry about, about, the flyers" You spoke up a little louder, fidgeting with your hands. "Oh, I can always print out new ones" He smiles. "Right now, we need to get you to class" He grabs your hand and leads you down the hallway you both came from. Your eyes scan everywhere, but bobby pins are pretty hard to find when there's papers scattered everywhere they shouldn't be. You let out a sigh, "If you're looking for something, I can help you find it" He suggests "I need to clean all this up anyway. Can you, tell me what you're looking for?" He asks. "B,bobby pin" is all you could manage to say. But before you know it Kid is on the floor grabbing the flyers and stacking them neatly, all in their respective piles while looking for your bobby pin.

"Got it" He yells, causing you to cover your ears. "Sorry, did I scare you? I guess you don't like when people are too loud..here" He places the bobby pin in your hand. You smile, wishing you could thank him, but a smile will do. "Come on, let's get you to class before, oh, there's only 10 minutes left." Your small adventure had taken too long and now you missed your first class at the academy, before you began to spiral Kid gripped your hand tighter, "It's okay, we can spend them together." He smiles. There was something about him that made you think you two were similar, and that you two would grow very close in the future. "Alright, what now, Kid?"

When you date

A complete sweetheart

Adjusts his rooms lighting to your liking

Buys you things to fidget with

Let's you talk his ear off about whatever you're obsessed with at the moment

Doesn't make loud sounds with you, tries to tell others to be quiet

Introduces you to his friends

You go to black star when you're feeling understimulated, he always gets you going

You guys have study dates

Never works out, Kid can't write his name, you can't focus on the paper

Hand holding!!

If you're in a crowd and it's too loud, Kid knows when you need time. Rubs his thumbs in circles on the back of your hand

If it's too much he will take you outside and you two will talk, your head leaning on his shoulder while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear

Will always kiss you on the forehead

Talks for you at restaurants or with new people

He just wants to make sure you feel safe and heard!!

A/N: I hope this wasn't bad! It's my first time writing in awhile so please let me know what you think!

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

#x reader #i havent written in so long #im tired #i want candy #death the kid x reader

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blueeyedgrlwrites · 2 days ago

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home is wherever i'm with you | 1,155 | G

Written for 'Hey Sweetheart 2025' from @ficwip

"Only a few more hours, love." Henry looks at his watch and resumes folding and packing everything up. "That's still a few hours too long." Henry chuckles. "Indeed, but your classes should keep you occupied enough that it won't seem as long?"

or: Alex picks Henry up from the airport

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"I'll pick you up at the airport," Alex's voice is distant on the other end of the call. Henry knows it's because he's on speaker—he can hear the dull thunk of heavy books, paper rustling that conjures up an image of Alex flipping through notes, the clicking of keys as Alex types—but it's fitting that Alex sounds like he's half a world away.

Henry pauses in the middle of folding a sweater, his suitcase open on the bed in front of him and David curled up against the pillows. He's been back in England since the beginning of December for the Christmas season, fulfilling royal obligations he wishes he didn't have, while Alex had stayed behind to finish papers and final exams.

"Are you sure?" Henry asks, knowing law school keeps him busy most of the time, even at the start of a term. Alex yawns loudly in his ear. He hears Alex pick the phone up, and when he speaks he no longer sounds half a world away.

"Of course I'm sure," Alex answers. Henry imagines him going to the kitchen for more coffee. Alex's voice goes soft when he adds, "It's been over a month, Hen."

The unspoken I miss you makes his heart clench and his throat tighten. He understands. Henry hasn't had a decent night of sleep since he arrived, his bed too big and too empty. Old anxieties resurface and without Alex he feels unsteady and off center while trying to grasp for his old coping mechanisms. He misses the freedom of life in New York, of not having every minute of his day scheduled down to the second. Nothing in the palace smells like coffee and cinnamon and Alex—at least not since one of the household staff had washed the NYU hoodie Henry had tucked away as a way to have at least part of Alex with him. Everyone is too agreeable, too quick to say yes, always stiff and proper. He's tired of being treated like a prince instead of just Henry, and he sighs heavily.

"Only a few more hours, love." Henry looks at his watch and resumes folding and packing everything up.

"That's still a few hours too long."

Henry chuckles. "Indeed, but your classes should keep you occupied enough that it won't seem as long?"

"Your optimism about that is adorable," Alex teases and Henry feels his cheeks get warm. He supposes Alex is right, that nothing helps speed up time when waiting for something that is so close, but still so far away. Alex clears his throat. "Just don't be too long, okay?"

"I promise."

Henry knows they're both reluctant to end the call, both wanting to hang on to each other in whatever way they possibly can until they're both in the same postal code again, but they do end the call after a string of be safe and I love yous. When he's finished packing, Henry changes into the suit that's been set out for him to travel in, and gets David ready to go. The drive to the air strip is silent and Henry absently pets David as he watches the scenery fly by.

Nothing seems to hold Henry's attention during the flight. He tries to add to his manuscript, pulling out his journal and a pen, absently tapping the pen against a blank page for too long before giving up. He gives reading a decent try, but throws in the towel when he's had to read the same page three or four times without absorbing any of it. He plays with David for a bit before David loses interest and lays down at his feet. After a while he decides to just close his eyes, not with the intention to sleep, but with the hope that when he opens them again, time will have sped up and he'll be that much closer to being home. To being back with Alex.

It's cold and gray when Henry finally steps off the plane, following David down the steps onto the tarmac. David immediately starts to pull against the leash that keeps him at Henry's side, whining and barking, and when Henry finally lays eyes on Alex several feet away from them, he understands David completely. He bends down to release David from the leash and stuffs it in his coat pocket when David instantly takes off toward Alex, then pops the collar against the chill that bites at the back of his neck.

He takes Alex in as he closes the gap between them in long strides, and Christ, he's gorgeous. He leans against the hood of the towncar that normally sits parked in front of the brownstone, a down jacket zipped all the way up, jeans that Henry knows cling to Alex in all the right places, wind sweeping through his curls.

"Hey Davey!" Alex says happily, crouching down as David tries to jump up on him, all of his training be damned. Alex scratches enthusiastically behind David's ears, his face scrunched up against an onslaught of sloppy kisses to his chin and cheeks. Henry can't help the smile that takes over his face or the laugh that rumbles up through his chest.

"Alright David, that's quite enough," he says when Alex is finally within reach.

Alex stands and swipes one of his sleeves over his cheek, and Henry isn't sure if the slight hint of red against his bronze skin is from the sleeve or the cold—not that it matters.

"Hi, sweetheart." Alex reaches for him and draws him into a hug, and Henry wraps his arms around Alex as he melts into it. Alex pulls back just enough to pull him in for a string of slow, soft kisses before murmuring against Henry's lips, "Fuck, I missed you."

"I missed you, too, love." Henry punctuates his words with a kiss that lingers maybe a little longer than it should, but he doesn't care. They have lost time to make up for. "Let's go home, shall we?"

Henry settles David in the backseat of the towncar while his luggage is loaded into the trunk. When he slides into the front seat beside Alex, Henry feels something settle inside him, like he can feel all the anxiety that had built up over their time apart melting away.

"Ready?" Alex asks, reaching over to take Henry's hand, slotting their fingers together.

"Ready, love." Henry gives Alex's hand a gentle squeeze and a soft smile.

He knows the drive back to Brooklyn is at least a half hour in good traffic, longer in rush hour, but as he listens to Alex tell him more about the start of the new semester, spending Christmas in Austin and New Year's Eve with June and Nora, and how he finally understood why Henry had always hated it before—having no one to kiss at midnight is depressing—Henry knows he's finally home.

#hey sweetheart #ficwip #firstprince #first prince #rwrb #red white & royal blue #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen-windsor #alex x henry #otp: on our own terms

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aliveinacoffin · 2 years ago

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Deja ya de llorar

Shoto x GN! Reader

You've had a very bad day, and you're very tired, and you have a very cute husband.

little angst/very comfort, mostly fluff ^*^

The front door swung open harshly before it was more gently clicked into place. The decoration hung on the outside knocking back in protest.

You violently kicked your shoes off, not bothering to put them neatly back in their place in the shoe cubby that rested against the wall. Trying to get on with the settling down process, you went through the motions of hanging up your jacket, not noticing that you missed your mark and instead, it fell miserably to the floor.

"I'm hooome." You sighed, barely loud enough to be heard from the front door to the kitchen. You then limply tripped over the side, flopping down hard on the couch, squishing your face on the plush cushions.

There was silence in the house, no sounds of music or the TV playing. Most notably, no sound of your husband. Usually, he was out in the dining room doing papers or just otherwise bumbling around the house. Sometimes he'd meal prep or work out or even just be doing some D.I.Y project. But today, there seemed to be an absence of him. Which, wasn't a big deal, both of you were heroes, having met each other in class 1-A. Ever since you two had just been inseparable, clung together like magnets. Still, he made no mention that he would be working late.

You sighed and flipped over to your back, and took your phone out of your pocket. Lazily, you dialed his work phone and waited for him to pick up.

"This is Icy-Hot. I'm not available right now, reach either my assistant, partner, or me at a later time. I apologize for the inconvenience." The familiar one-toned voice you had gotten used to bleated back to you, and the phone beeped to leave a message. You made a confused noise before moving over to his personal phone number, the one that not many people had.

Just as the call was going to send you to voice mail, he picked up. "Hello? Is everything alright?" Shoto's voice called out to you, concern lacing his voice.

"No," You sighed, exhaustion taking over you slowly, unable for you to fight it much longer, "You weren't home and I was just making sure you were alive."

He chuckled, "Well I am don't worry. I'm on my way home soon, just another big battle in Tokyo, and you know how traffic can be." He sounded happy and content, and jealousy filled you at his ease.

"I hope it went well, and I'm glad you're safe. I love you, get home soon."

"It did, I'll tell you more at home. I love you, I'll see you soon."

The call disconnected, leaving the house in silence again. Suddenly, without even prompt or major reason, tilled filled your eyes and you were left breathless.

You were so tired, your body and mind so worn down that everything was moving too fast for you to keep up. Your eyes stung all the time, and your joints ached, body screaming in protest for running on fumes for so long.

You also had so many hard cases this month, a tsunami had hit the east, and because of the shortest of pros, you had been sent down there to mitigate the damage. The things you saw only added to the pile of horrors that kept you up at night. Lost little girls, old men torn apart, and young men crying in the middle of the street would haunt you for years to come. The paperwork and reconstruction that took weeks to finish, on top of commission work and public work, you were left beaten and bruised.

You cried yourself to sleep on the couch, too tired to change out of your civilian clothes or even move yourself to a comfortable position to find even a restful sleep.

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When you woke up, crusty, thirsty, and hungry, you found yourself in your shared room. Pictures of you and Shoto decorated the space, along with your different families and friends. Books, papers, and other small trinkets littered the room. When you came home after being away from a work trip, it always made your heart warm and fuzzy at your cozy living space, knowing you shared it with the person you loved the most.

You heard soft music from the downstairs, and slowly you drifted out of your bedroom. (You were also pleasantly surprised to find yourself in soft pjs.) Peeking out, a smiled crawled on your face at the sight you were blessed with.

Shoto, still in his hero outfit, was swaying softly to a soft song that you recognized, Hijo del corazón. While doing so he was making your favorite comfort meal. Both of you always had each other's comfort meals prepped and ready to go in case the others needed it.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You said sleepily, hooded bagged eyes looking at him with ease.

Shoto turned to you, jumping a little in surprise before he completely melted under your gaze.

"Yeah, you tell me every day you love me, plus, I get a daily reminder you do every time I wash my hands." He tapped to the ring on his finger, the pale moon gem that was the centerpiece. The weight of your sun ring reminded you of both your vows, in sickness and in health.

"True, but I super love you." You walked closer to him, nuzzling against him while he kept busy.

"I love you, hard day?" He asked, and even though his eyes were on the food, you knew you had his full undivided attention.

"Hard month more like it. I'm just glad we're almost done though." You sighed, dragging your feet to grab a glass of water. Your heart filled with warmth when you saw your respective bachelor party cups.

"I'm glad, I miss you at home." Shoto said almost pouting.

"Just a little bit more recon, and a smidge more paperwork and I'm back to a normal work schedule. What about you though?" You asked, eyeing him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He turned to you, looking at you with his own raised eyebrows while he carried the food to the table.

"You're still in your hero suit, you didn't change back at the agency." You said that the answer was the simplest thing in the work. In truth, it kinda was.

"Oh," He looked down at himself, embracement suddenly flooding his cheeks. "I was just in such a rush to get home, I guess I didn't change." He started to eat with you.

"Why the rush? I'll always make it home." Or try to, at least.

"I missed you, plus, I have a surprise." Shoto suddenly got up, walking over to the kitchen to grab a fancy-looking velvet box.

"Sho' I don't mean to break your heart, but we've already gotten married." You laughed quietly at your own joke, turning in your spot to follow him.

"No not that. I know you don't really like jewelry, but I saw it and I just had to give it to you." He had you the box gently, placing it in your awaiting hands.

You looked at him before tenderly peeling open the box, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw what was inside.

It was a beautiful golden heart-shaped locket. The design it had was stunning, on the front was an open sort of caged design, and you could see the inside of the locket through it. Around the mini heart-shaped window was a winged sort of design with small bridges on the side. On the back were two interlocked hearts surrounded by leaves and little tiny snowflakes.

When you peeled it open, it was your guy's wedding pictures. But it wasn't one where either of you were fake smiling. Instead, it was you ugly laughing with your eyes closed and leaning toward Shoto. While he had the widest grin ever looking at you so tenderly it made tears spring to your eyes.

"Oh Sho', it's beautiful. Thank you so much, I love it." You stood up to bring him into a tight hug. He hugged you twice as hard, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Of course, I hoped you'd like it." He whispered.

"I love it, thank you so much for being here for me." You sighed into his arms, the warm embrace he protected you into would always bring you inner peace.

God you loved this man, and you knew he loved you ten times as much.

#x reader #my hero academia #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto torodoki x reader #shoto x you #mha #mha x reader #shoto x reader #fluff #hes so cute #todoroki x reader

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neuroprincess · 2 years ago

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Our Last Goodbye - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader - Part Two

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: Melissa and Y/N reconnect at a cousin’s wedding and share an intimate moment together. Y/N is hopeful that this could lead to a reconciliation, while Melissa just wants keep this moment forever. Their last… At least until the classes come back and Melissa has to see someone else interested in her ex-wife.

Classification: +18, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, a bit of hard sex, fingering, hickeys, thigh riding, OC (original character)

Word count: +5200

Tag : @agaymilflover ^^

Part One | Part Two

In this chapter there will be two songs that will be attached when quoted.

The new teacher is pretty, tall, redheaded with perfectly cut shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair, sweet brown eyes, and always wearing high heels with a charming blazer. She also has a nice smile and soft spoken, especially when talking with Y/N, as she is doing while the girl tries to cut some broccoli on her plate without success, they slip off the fork every time, slipping to the other side as if they were purposely trying to escape. Unblinking, Alicia takes the cutlery from her hands as she continues to compliment her own students, and as if it were something normal or routine cuts the vegetables on the plate, small pieces are left, then she goes back to eating her Greek salad. Completely oblivious to the stares being thrown directly at her from across the common room, if she had noticed she would have realized the trouble she is getting herself into by staying on the radar of the other redhead, if eyes shot Melissa would have already killed her since she arrived at Abbott. Classes have been back for a couple of weeks, meaning it is still awkward working with the ex-wife, meeting her every day and acting like normal co-workers for the sake of the kids while the divorce papers are in process. The first days on the job were earlier, consisting of class councils and lesson plans, in this short time, the new fifth grade teacher, Alicia, approached Y/N the moment she found a seat vacant next to her, the former seat reserved for her. For years, even when they were not even a couple yet, the redhead had had it as her seat, next to Barb and her beloved at the same time. It was strangely painful to see that place being occupied by someone else, a knot formed in her stomach, Melissa tries not to admit the jealousy she feels when seeing Y/N and Alicia getting closer, renaming this feeling known as nostalgia and so it remains just for her ego. At the same time she is submerged by feelings of sadness and anger at seeing that place she so appreciated being occupied by someone else, simply because she is no longer there and was foolish to think it would remain empty. Yet she tries hard to keep composure around them and pretend she doesn't care what happens around her, but the feeling stays in her chest, rekindled by witnessing the scene in front of her as she enjoys lasagna. The hunger goes away and she can't eat another bite, a knot curling in the throat. Barbara laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder.

- You'll put a hole in their heads with your eyes, Mel. - she says, amused, while Melissa snorts and looks away. She knows her friend is joking, but still feels suddenly embarrassed, because Barbara knows the whole situation and that it is her fault, so she shouldn't be staring at them like that. Then stares at the floor, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down the feeling of guilt and shame. In another moment she would have fought back, joked about the situation, but the days have been melancholically overwhelming - Oh come on! You know I'm joking.

- I know.

- You still love her, you can't deny it. Why don't you go and talk to her? I'm sure the girl would listen to you. - Barbara continues in a whisper, looking directly at the other two teachers interacting as they finish their respective meals - You still care about each other, I can see and feel it.

- Bullshit! - she lets the bad word out, louder than expected, drawing the attention of everyone there, including the duo, she immediately regrets it and looks away, trying to act as if nothing happened. The teachers stare at each other for a few seconds and then return to their normal conversation - I lost my appetite.

Melissa snorts and closes the pot in which she brought her lunch a little harder than usual, then walks away without another word and avoiding looking at anyone, even Janine who seems to understand her and gives her a pained look. That's not what she wants, the only wish is to get rid of these persistent feelings that she has been fighting against since her cousin's wedding one month ago. While returning to the classroom, the redhead recalls that night of love in small involuntary memory flashes, every touch, kiss and mark she left on Y/N. She remembers how Y/N looked at her deeply full of passion, how they embraced each other tightly orgasm after orgasm, sweaty skin boiling with desire and the way their lips joined in a kiss so deep, so intense that they almost lost consciousness, because deep inside she knew this would be their last kiss. She remembers how complete she felt with Y/N in her arms, of watching her sleep and admiring the soft expression on her face as she slept with a small smile on the lips, as if all their problems had suddenly disappeared. Hopeful. And Melissa knew she couldn't give that to her only to disappoint later.

- Hey! - she hears someone calling her, in a few seconds Alicia reaches, Mel's phone is in her hands and the redhead smiles widely, this annoys the oldest one - You forgot it on the table. I was on my way to my classroom, so I thought I'd drop it off for you. - she explains, placing the phone in her hand and squeezing gently.

- Thank you, Miss Malone. - she pulls her hand away from the other woman and turns around, determined to go on her way, but is stopped by Alicia holding her arm gently - What?

- I don't know how to say this, but Barbara says you're very close to Y/N and can help me with something important. - the always extrovert girl turns into an embarrassed mess in a millisecond, blushing deeply.

- In what exactly? - Melissa sounds disinterested, covering up the disdain she feels for her showing more interest than usual in Y/N, but she can't let go of curiosity about what the other has to say. She turns completely around to look at Alicia, waiting for the continuation.

- Well, I want to ask her out on a date, but I have no idea what things she likes. So maybe a brunch in the park and then a comedy show? - Alicia rambles on, oblivious to Melissa's serious expression that realizes the teacher doesn't know they were married. - Or maybe breakfast on Sunday? - she adds, Schemmenti looks at her with incredulity. - What? - she asks, noticing the other woman's expression - Do you think it's a bad idea?

- No, it's not... - she says, still surprised in realization - It's a great idea, I just didn't expect you two to be so close. You're intimate? - Melissa asks, her voice full of curiosity with a hint of bitterness, then disguises her posture, as if she doesn't care and pretends to be willing to really help her, opening a fake smile when the newbie just nods negatively - But yes, I can help you. I know Y/N very well.

After Alicia, the teacher can consider herself a great actress, in a matter of seconds she pretended enthusiasm inventing the most eccentric and different dates, knowing that the ex-wife would hate most of them. She suggested feeding pigeons in the park, doing macramé and cataloging birds, as if these were real hobbies of Y/N, she almost convinced the other redhead that pigeons are her favorite birds and had fun with it. As alternative activities she has recommended tango dancing, climbing walls, making homemade comestic, also told her that the favorite flowers of hers are precisely the ones she hates the most, even wrote down movie ideas and recipes for a breakfast, Y/N's least favorite so to say, all the time wishing that her "help" would stop Alicia from ever getting to share an evening with her. Melissa much less wants them to share Sunday mornings, either in the parks, or drinking coffee together, or reading books together, or, in any way, spending any alone time together. She is content to lead Alicia down the wrong path and sabotage any chances she has with Y/N, cannot deny the delight she feels in seeing that the woman is following her suggestions and will thereby move further and further away in winning Y/N over.

The next two weeks pass slowly torturous for Melissa, as each day she arrives at school hoping to see them away from each other, even with her sabotage Alicia seems to be able to get closer and closer to her ex-wife. She feels increasingly frustrated that no effect seems to have emerged. She simply hates having to watch their interactions and shared moments between them, like when Alicia helped her change the tire of her car that got flat on the way out of school, when they danced together at an event, when Y/N brought her a homemade lunch that they shared in her classroom away from everyone, and, especially, when the redhead randomly presented her with a thin sweater, which Y/N is now wearing while eating a fruit salad reading some random website with Janine.

- You know, you can't keep denying that you still love her - Barb says as she sits down at the table beside her - And that you're dying of jealousy.

- It's not jealousy, it's worry. - Melissa says, shrugging the shoulders - I just want her not to be involved with the wrong people. Barb, she can't be that perfect. She's not the perfect woman for Y/N. She is not what my.... Well, Y/N needs.

- You are jealous. You know she is good enough for Y/N. You're just afraid of losing her for good. - the elementary school teacher laughs and starts unpacking her own lunch, ignoring the friend's incredulous look.

- No, I'm just worried about her, I just want her to find someone who really loves and cares for her. - the redhead snorts and stares at the girl laughing with Janine about something funny they saw.

- And you think that someone is you.

- Maybe. - she admits in a low voice.

A few seconds later Alicia enters the place with a huge bouquet of orange tulips, the ones Melissa swore were Y/N's favorites, she has a shy and strange smile on her face, as she walks towards the colleague with slow steps. Everything is happening in slow motion, the girl and Janine too distracted by their phones to notice her presence, while the other pair of teachers follow her attentively around. She holds the bouquet tightly, she is visibly nervous and holds the breath, then turns to Melissa for some reaction and gets two thumbs up with a smile. Barbara frowns in confusion. And then realizes the possible catastrophe to come. They stare at each other.

- Can you hear what they are talking about? - the redhead asks in a whisper, avoiding to look directly at the unfolding scene, following by the reflection of the phone.

- Nothing, but Janine looks uncomfortable.

- Y/N didn't get the bouquet. Great. - they end the conversation in whispers and she stands up suddenly excited - Hey, Janine! Finished your lunch? I need help getting some heavy books from the library.

Janine follows her without blinking, preferring to throw away the rest of the sandwich rather than continue in the middle of the whole situation, and with quick steps joins Melissa as she walks out of the room. When they are in the corridor, Janine looks relieved and starts to ramble on about how Melissa saved her life by getting her out of that strange situation, her usual smile doesn't reach the eyes. The redhead rolls her eyes and stops in front of the library, despite the neutral expression inside she can barely hide the pleasure that the plan somehow seems to be working. She needs to get Alicia away, as soon and as far away as possible.

- So you owe me a favor.

- What? - she asks in surprise, her smile fading as they stare momentarily at each other. Janine knows she's been dragged into this and she's screwed.

- What did they talk about? - Melissa asks slowly, her eyes narrowing and this intimidates the other woman.

- Y/N and Alicia? Well, the newbie was giving her a bouquet of flowers as a "thank you".

- Thank you for what exactly? - she crosses her arms and walks a step forward, voice a little lower than usual on purpose to intimidate her. Janine never limits herself in speaking as she had just done, there is something.

- For the weekend they spent together.

The smug expression on the redhead's face disappears quickly, the air is taken from her lungs and she can feel that bitter feeling in the pit of stomach, along with growing anger inside her. The painful image of Y/N and Alicia sharing moments takes over her mind, moments like watching trashy movies that neither of them pay attention to, playing board games that should be played with at least four players but are more fun to watch Y/N bend the rules, preparing a meal together sipping wine listening to Laura Pausini in the background, dancing, sunbathing in the backyard, or simply relaxing in each other's company. But seeing Janine's mischievous expression, Melissa knew that her plan had failed. Deep down, she was even praying that Y/N and Alicia had had the worst date of all, with lots of awkwardness, strangeness and no kissing, that it would not develop into the weekend, that her goal of keeping them apart would be successful. But, it seems, her prayers were ignored, so she will have to take matters into her own hands.

- Alicia can be quite naughty. - Janine smiles genuinely at the redhead's reaction, a mixture of shock and fury at hearing this.

- Do you and Y/N still do monthly class planning together on the last weekend of the month? - the teacher tries to cover her anger with a fake smile.

- Yes, we still do.

- Then you should organize another one, shouldn't you? - she doesn't wait for an answer and keeps talking - I need help with a new project. This weekend it's going to be at my house, 5pm, and you're not showing up.

And she leaves without receiving an answer, confident in knowing that one way or another Janine would set up this meeting and as she instructed, she will not show up, inventing a lame last minute excuse. Janine then sends a message to Barbara and Alicia: "All done, step 2 of the plan. I hope this works. Let's see what happens." She breathes a sigh of relief, unconcerned because she knows how jealous Melissa can be and will do everything she can to keep Y/N and Alicia from getting closer, in other words, she will win back her ex-wife.

The weekend comes slower than the teachers at Abbott Elemntary wish, not for Melissa, each day is pleasantly quick as she works on perfecting her miraculous plan. The day after the orange tulips incident she arrives at work early, knowing that on Tuesdays Y/N goes early to organize the "creative day", and eagerly awaits her to help with the boxes of materials she brings from home for her children, the girl is surprised for being ignored for weeks by her but accepts. They have a brief and superficial conversation about the activities while carrying the boxes to the classroom. Then she starts purposely passing in front of her classroom more often, occasionally nodding with a small smile on lips, small well-received contacts that encouraged Melissa to make Gary get her favorite snacks that were taken out of the machines before back to school, this attempt doesn't come the effect she wanted as they were shared with Alicia. The next day there are no more, all the snacks are in the back seat of Melissa's car. So she tries another approach, throws Y/N's lunch away, Alicia's too so there is no possibility of them sharing lunch from the same meal, and for the first time in months the two share a meal together, Melissa practically locks her in the room and convinces her with the favorite dish. The conversation is pleasant within limits but they are still awkward around each other, it's shallow. Neither is willing to open up much yet, they just exchange words about the children's work and a few jokes here and there. Both know there is more to it than that and neither was willing to deal just because they talked again, Melissa spent days preparing herself for when this moment would come, but words fail her when she finds the ex-wife on her front doorstep on a late Saturday afternoon. No amount of rehearsal was enough.

- Janine answered your messages? She didn't even view mine. - Y/N asks cutting out printed dollar bills, trying to make the edges as straight as possible.

- She didn't answer me either. There must have been some unforeseen event, she would never miss spending time at my house. - the redhead disguises, deleting the recent messages on her phone before showing them to her, and then goes back to stirring the risotto in the pan, humming Strani Amori that plays in the background, sound coming from the radio on the kitchen counter.

- That's a fact.

- Look at that, the sky is getting darker and darker. I think there's a storm coming. - Melissa points to the kitchen windows trying to change the topic after minutes of dull silence, a dark cloud takes over the sky, hiding the sunset with a deep blue layer.

- Damn it! - she whispers leaving the scissors aside when she starts to hear the weak drops hitting against the window, foreshadowing of a big storm coming, a lightning bolt crosses the sky followed by the loud noise of thunder - Janine was my ride, there are no buses here to my neighborhood.

- What happened to your car? - the stove is turned off, food is ready.

- Broke again, I'm on a bad streak. - and sighing heavily she remembers how strange the last two weeks have been - First, my favorite snacks are back and then suddenly gone, then someone took my lunch. Oh, and this is the second time my car has broken down in less than one month, also I think a ghost shares the apartment with me. Or my neighbor is dying.

- I miss you talking to me like that. - shy smiles emerge, the two stare at each other for a few seconds, the feeling of calm and comfort of a mundane moment takes over the dynamic, as if nothing has been happening for the last few months and they go back to that time when nothing seems wrong, no discussions beyond what they are going to do for dinner. - I miss us.

- Melissa...

- Are you with Alicia? - the question is almost unconscious, a bitterness in the back of her throat just thinking about the possibility.

- You have no right to ask me that. - Y/N whispers in frustration and confusion, getting up, leaving the unfinished clippings there - You were the one who filed for divorce, you were the one who left me alone in that hotel room to deal with it, who acted indifferent, and now you ask me that? I don't understand.

- Because I am fucked up, Y/N! I was scared, you know all the shit that was my divorce with Joe, but I didn't tell you everything that happened. You know what he said when we were signing the papers? That we had fallen into a routine. There was no more sparkle, no more willpower, that we became more roommates than partners. And when we started to fall into the routine, insecurities took over and I found myself very afraid that it would happen again. - tears fall freely at this point, the redhead struggles to maintain eye contact with her ex-wife who stares at her with the same pain in her eyes. - I didn't want you to get tired of me, to get stuck in this relationship when there's a whole world out there for you while I'm almost double your age and have nothing to offer. So before you could leave I... filed for divorce.

- Mel, I've never asked you for anything but yourself. Your age is not important. And I would never get tired of you, as I said before, I'm not Joe. - Y/N's words are low and she takes a few steps forward, inches away from the woman. Outside the storm intensifies, the sky suddenly darkens and another flash of lightning crosses the sky, they are so focused on each other that they don't notice, just as they don't notice the next song starting to play, Lato Destro Del Cuore.

- But... - Melissa is ready to debate, to devalue and blame herself, but before she can do that she feels Y/N's lips against hers in a soft and tender kiss, their hands thirsty for each other explore their known bodies, looking for more contact and there they stay. The air is taken from their lungs and only returns when they part seconds later, Y/N's hands are still on Melissa's face and Melissa's on her waist - Does this mean you and Alicia are not together?

- What? - the girl laughs, as if it were the stupidest or most random question of all, then realizes that the teacher was asking seriously as she notices her serious expression waiting for an answer - Mel, we are just friends. I've never seen her like that.

- But what about the weekend date? And the tulips?

- There was no date, well, we just went to the flea market for jewelry and old books. - Melissa sighs with relief this time, not avoiding a big smile when she realizes that they had never been on a date, all those painful images dissipated instantly. - And Barbara went with us. The tulips were a joke, I guess, I didn't quite understand why she gave them to me.

- Fuck, Barb... That one... - Y/N is confused, oblivious to recent events - Never mind, you're here now.

Another bolt of lightning cuts across the sky, lighting up the entire room before darkness takes over, everything is dark and silent except for the music on the battery-operated radio. Melissa's hands tighten around the girl's hips, they are closer than before, to the point where she can feel her warm breath and irregular breathing, She smiles, knowing Y/N's fear of the dark and how being in her arms can calm her somehow, it has always been like this, as it had happened many times before in fearful situations.

- Let's get the candles from the living room. - she leads Y/N out of the kitchen, going through the furniture and rooms without needing the vision, knowing by heart every part of the house, except for the other woman's purse left near the couch, stumbling she falls on the couch knocking Y/N on top of herself, since they were holding hands.

The two laugh finding the situation cliché, Melissa's arms wrap around Y/N's body and pulls her to herself, inhaling the smell of shampoo and perfume, feeling the softness of the hair against her fingers as she massages a sensitive spot behind Y/N's ear, drawing a satisfied moan from her. Their eyes meet at the next glimmer and smile before Melissa rises to sit with the girl on her lap, taking her lips for herself again, this time it is deep and fiery, carnal. Her hands snake from her back to her waist, exploring and grasping every part of skin with possessiveness, feeling the heat, her trembling and how she desires it too. Their mouths part for a second and Melissa runs her lips down the length of the neck, one hand migrates to Y/N's hair grabbing a handful of hair pulling her so that her neck is even more exposed to the Schemmenti attacks. Caressing kisses are left on the skin, the redhead's tongue delighting in the most sensitive parts, feeling the warmth and softness of the skin before sucking on those spots. The marks are almost instantaneous from such intensity and strength, shades of crimson painted on her skin. Melissa wants Y/N, Alicia, and anyone else who sees her to know that she belongs to her, only her, and will not go anywhere.

In less than a minute Y/N is practically naked on top of her equally naked (still legally) wife, sitting on her lap wearing only panties after removing the dress she was wearing, the teacher's hands continue to travel over her skin, stopping at the curve of the naked boobs and becomes thirsty to adore the two masterpieces, Without a second thought Melissa takes one of the areolas into her mouth, tongue playing with the nipples and being teased by the girl's micro reactions she bites the erogenous zone, then sucks it unmercifully while facing her squirming face, dimly lit by the pitch and some random lightning. Her right hand leaves the boobs, without hesitation reaching the girl's center, already wet and in need of her touches, and without hesitation just pulls the panties to the side, unexpectedly penetrating her with two fingers. Without preparation or any other preliminary. It's hard, strong, intense and passionate, Melissa lets out a strangled scream when Y/N bites her shoulder trying to hold back her own scream, of pain and pleasure.

- Oh, Mel... - she whispers trying to control her breathing as the redhead begins to move inside her, slowly but steadily, enjoying every second of this intimate moment she has missed so much. Both of them are completely delivered.

- Amore mio, I've missed this so much, for fuck's sake. - Melissa whispers in her ear, as she gradually speeds up the movements, the body on top of her bends back and moans loudly. - Oh my God, how I missed it...

The redhead leans in with her fingers still inside Y/N, taking her along as she gets on her knees and the girl lies on the padded couch, back supported by the various decorative cushions. A better and easier position for Melissa, who smiles before giving a quick and hard thrust as she crawls over to straddle one of the thighs, rubbing her intimacy against the skin, moaning instantly excited, her hips moving slowly, enjoying the sensation. They kiss again, Melissa's lips are warm and soft, her tongue teases Y/N's, eager and wild, deliciously invasive. The movements increase, harder and faster, everything is so intense, the teacher's hips move faster in search of more pleasure, they both moan loudly, but not as loud as the rain that falls outside, intensifying just like the activities inside the house. Y/N brings one hand to her wife's hip and the other slides to her pussy, feeling the excitement dripping between the fingers, something she has come to expect with her wet thigh, and strokes the bundle of nerves. Quick and sure, just like Melissa's strokes, they work their way to climax. The desire only grows, each touch, kiss or moan doesn't seem enough to express the longing their bodies felt for each other, they feel completely vulnerable and full of desire, the sensations mix and multiply, bringing them to climax. Melissa holds her tightly, kissing her with desperation as they cum together, pleasure running through their bodies as to share the ecstasy of this moment, trembling in each other's arms. Melissa collapses on the girl with a big smile on lips and if Y/N could see her face she would find a pair of bright olive eyes. Still in the dark their lips meet again after taking in air, it's quiet and gentle, touching each other softly, exploring every inch of each other's mouth, Melissa's fingers tangle in Y/N's hair again, deepening the kiss. The soft touch and warmth spreads through every part of their bodies, they have barely finished over one orgasm and are already longing for another. The redhead slides her hand down, caressing Y/N's body, pressing on her hip, pulling closer.

Melissa smiles and whispers: - We still have a lot of time to make up for it, Amore mio. - she slides her other hand behind her, gently caressing the back of Y/N's neck as their lips come together again.

Opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with Melissa's calm and relaxed morning face, her red hair disheveled, skin illuminated by the dim light coming through the window. Her reddish lips are ajar, arms around her, and her stare fixed on the girl as a plea for her to stay. She is underneath, body curvaceous and smooth, her breasts pressing against Y/N's head resting right there using it as a improvised pillow. Melissa looks at her tenderly, enjoying the sight of having her in her arms again, then holds Y/N tighter, desperate not to let her leave. She knows she can't prevent this from happening, but she still tries to make the most of this moment. Their hearts beat together, and she feels safe and loved again.

- I still can't believe we slept on the carpet! - the girl whispers with exhaustion in her voice, and Melissa smiles, nodding her head.

- I know, but it was still great! One more moment to add to our list of adventures.

- And places we've had sex, we haven't had it in the kitchen or in the dining room. - the answer is always the same and it doesn't surprise her when the redhead nods in denial, her kitchen is a kind of sanctuary and would be weird to see nonna cooking or eating there. - Just kidding.

- Amore mio... - Melissa's voice is serious now, hoarse from having just woken up after the best night's sleep in months - Forgive me for everything I've put you through. You're staying, right?

- I never wanted to leave and I never will. I love you! - they stare at each other with their faces too close together and a smile comes to their lips, the feeling of security and trust they feel for each other is so strong that both realize that no matter what the future brings, everything will be okay because they'll be together - I will give you back your necklace, but you better never take off again. It's a threat.

- Fuck, I am so lucky. - Melissa places a soft kiss on Y/N's lips - I fucking love you.

Meanwhile in the group:

"Do you guys think the final part of the plan worked out?" (Janine)

"Idk, I hope so, I texted Y/N yesterday and she didn't reply. She always replies." (Alicia)

"I did the same to Melissa and she didn't reply either," (Barb)

"Everyone knows that Melissa would puncture her own tires to not let her leave the house, she must be holding the poor girl captive." (Barb)

"LMAO" (Janine)

"Of course!" (Alicia)

"Thank you for participating in this crazy plan with us, Alicia." (Janine)

"You're welcome ^^ I've always wanted to put my college drama classes to use." (Alicia)

#melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary x reader #imagine

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littlemissaddict · 2 years ago

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Can I request a Steve fic 🫣? Something along the lines of reader is struggling with anxiety and only needs Steve to reassure her…. It can be smutty or fluffy…. Or both… I’ll leave that up to you

I love your writing! Steve is so so cute 🥰 keep up the good work 🤗🤗

Thank you, it means to much to know people like my writing. I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking and I'm sorry it took me so long to get done.

Word Count: 3192

A/n: This does contain smut so if you're just here for the fluff don't worry it can be read with or without the smut so I've put a cut in just before it starts so you know where to stop.

She was studying or that's what she'd told herself anyway. The truth was her textbooks and notes from class were spread out around her on top of the duvet but she hadn't touched a single one of them since she'd laid them down. It had been her intention to study, with finals coming up she wanted to be prepared but within ten minutes or so she'd already zoned out and had been for the past, well she wasn't sure how long it had been as she didn't even know what time it was now. All she knew was that her vision was hazy, her eyes had long since glazed over with unshed tears and her legs ached from however long she'd been sat crossed legged on the bed.

It wasn't until Steve's greeting that she'd realised what she was doing but then it was too late to hide it because Steve had already seen and the look of concern he was sporting was enough to make her feel worse than she already was. "Angel what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft as he spoke and not even his childhood nickname for her cheered her up.

When she didn't answer, he carefully shifted her papers and books and moved them over to her desk out of the way so that they didn't get messed up as he knew she still needed them. Then he climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of her in the same crossed legged position as his hands reached out to gently brush against her legs. “You know you can tell me anything, right? We’re best friends it’s what I’m here for” he reassured and then in one last ditch attempt to make her smile he added, “I’m sure it can’t be any worse than that ridiculous crush you had on Billy Hargrove”

A small watery laugh left her lips at the thought, although he couldn’t have been further from the truth as it was never Billy she’d had a crush on, she’d just told him that so he’d stop asking her. It was short lived, the laughter as she lifted her head to finally meet his eyes, those soft brown eyes looking at her with nothing but softness, drawing her in and almost making her forget why she was upset.

“Am I really so unlovable?” she blurts out, unable to keep it to herself any longer.

“Of course you’re not, where is this coming from” he asks, brow furrowed in confusion as his head tilts a little to the right as he waits for her to continue.

“Is it not obvious, I mean all the boys I try to get to know only want one thing from me and then they leave as soon as they get it. And the only one I have ever truly had real feelings for doesn’t even like me that way, instead he’s stuck on someone who’s smarter, prettier and all round better than me in every way” she rambles, a stray tear falling from her eyes which he’s quick to wipe away with a gentle swipe of the pad of his thumb against her cheek.

“Hey don’t say that, you’re smart and pretty and there is no one that compares to you, alright Angel?” he questions as his hand moves from her cheek to rest under her chin as he lifts her head from where she’s dropped it so that she can see in his eyes that he means every word.

“Don’t-Don’t do that” she shakes her head as he asks her what she means, “Say stuff like that, give me hope that you actually mean it and like me the way I like you because it’s just cruel Steve. I’m barely holding on right now and you lying to me might just push me over the fucking edge so please just don’t” she manages to get out, pushing his hands away from her and furiously wiping at her eyes in a feeble attempt to hide the tears that are now falling freely.

Her confession seems to have rendered Steve speechless as the pieces fall into place and she half expects him to just get up and walk out because clearly she just ruined their friendship, dropping that on him like that when he doesn’t like her back. Only he doesn’t move, not away from her anyway but she does feel the bed shift seconds before she feels his hands on her face again, holding her so that she can’t look away from him.

“So you’re telling me that you love me?” he questions, his voice and his face giving no indication to what he’s thinking and figuring she can’t ruin this any more than she already has, she doesn’t lie to him as she nods in answer. “And the girl that I’m supposedly stuck on, who you think is in your words ‘smarter, prettier and all round better than you’ is Nance?” he asks just for clarification to make sure he’s understanding her, even though he already knows the answer before she nods.’

Sighing in response, he can’t help but shake his head as he takes his hands from her face to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to work out just how she can be so oblivious to his feelings for her, “Angel, I’m going to let you in on a little secret and you’re probably not going to believe me but know that I would never lie to you” he tries to reason with her, his voice wavering slightly as he speaks, “but it’s not Nancy that I’m stuck on”

She gives him a pointed look, crossing her arms over her chest as she worries the plush of her bottom lip between her teeth. Steve, not stuck on Nancy, that had to be the biggest lie he’d ever told her even if he said he wasn’t lying. From what he’d told her it was a messy break up and she was the one to end it, even going so far as to call their whole relationship ‘bullshit’, but Steve didn’t give up, taking it upon himself to go to her house with flowers and practically beg her to get back together with him. Unfortunately for him that never happened.

“Nancy is great and I know I tried hard to make it work with her even after well everything but I didn’t tell you the whole reason as to why we broke up” he sighed like this was hard for him to admit to and maybe it was because she’d didn’t have a clue where Steve was headed with this right now but she waited patiently for him to speak, it was only fair as she’d said what she wanted to now it was his turn. “When she said our whole relationship was bullshit, she wasn’t exactly lying” he says slowly, pausing to take a deep breath as his hand runs down his face. “I like Nancy, I do but not in the same way I knew she felt for me, well in the beginning anyway, you see I think I’ve always been in love with you and I didn’t think that you would ever feel the same so I thought that I could move on and Nancy would fill that gap but I know now that was cruel of me to use her like that” he reveals, a sad smile on his face and she notices how his hands fidget with the duvet cover as he speaks.

It takes her a few seconds to process what he’d just said and even longer to believe it. He loves her, not Nancy, her. The smile lights up her face but he doesn’t see it as now he’s the one to drop his head as his eyes focus on the duvet cover that he’s twisting in his hands. Without a second thought she leans closer to him, this time it’s her hands guiding his face up and towards her own but he still can’t quite meet her eyes not that that means anything as her eyes are already fluttering closed just as she softly brushes her lips against his. She pauses for a second to give him chance to pull away if this isn’t what he wants but he doesn’t, instead he’s closing the miniscule gap between them and presses his lips more firmly into hers as he kisses her fiercely as if her kisses are the only thing keeping him alive.

She doesn’t complain because she’s been wanting this for just as long, if not longer than Steve has and she tries to pour all that into the kiss as if the one kiss is supposed to make up for all the time they’ve lost that they could’ve been doing this for. By the time they pull away, her lips are tingling and her chest is heaving from lack of oxygen but her eyes are shining brightly as she looks up at him and finds his expression mirroring her own.

“So does that mean I get to call you mine now?” he asks, his tone teasing but there's a lilt of nerves creeping in.

“I’ve always been yours Steve but I guess this makes it official” she giggles, sealing it with a chaste kiss to his lips which is followed by more giggles as he tries to follow her lips for more kisses and whines when she pulls out of his reach.

“Yeah? I like the sound of that” he hums, deciding he doesn’t like the space between them as he pulls her closer until she’s sitting atop his still crossed legs, “Now we just have to let people know” he smiles mischievously up at her seeing as she’s now slightly taller than him from where she’s sat on his lap.

“Oh yeah and what did you have in mind Ste-ah” she gasps as she feels his lips wetly pressing against the side of her neck as he mouths at her skin, soft sucking and nibbling that has shivers running down her spine and her eyes rolling back at the sensations. She finds herself holding onto his shoulders for support as she rolls her head further to the side to give him more room to kiss until he’s happy with the marks he’s left and he’s pulling away to admire them and the girl in his lap.

Smiling to himself as he takes in her flustered form, his eyes trailing up from her heaving chest to her kiss bitten lips and then up to her eyes which are still closed. “You still with me, Angel?” he chuckles, swiping his thumb across the plush of her bottom lip and watching as her eyes flutter open revealing her lust blown pupils staring back at him which takes him by surprise that she got that worked up after a little bit of neck kissing. Although it doesn’t quite prepare him for her to slip his thumb into her mouth on a second pass of it over her lips, all his blood rushes south as she begins sucking and swirling her tongue around it as if it was his cock instead as her eyes stay locked on his. “You’re killing me here Angel, I’m not going to be able to stop if you keep this up” he groans as she hums around his thumb in acknowledgement, the vibrations of it going straight down to his cock as he can feel his pants growing tighter.

“I don’t want you to stop, Stevie” she pleads, pulling her mouth of him with a popping sound as the digit slips free from her lips. “Please I need you to show me I’m yours” she begs all high pitched and whiny as she takes his hand and guides it down from where it rests on her hip until he’s cupping her through her leggings where he can feel her wetness soaking through the material.

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels how wet she is, trying to control himself so he doesn’t cum in his pants before they’ve even begun. The thought leaves him feeling ridiculous like he’s some fresh faced virgin who’s never had sex before but that’s what she does to him, every touch from her leaving him giddy with excitement for what’s about to happen.

Unable to keep things slow any longer, he’s pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it to the side without sparing a second thought for where it lands before he’s moving onto her shirt and doing the same with it. His breath catches in his throat when he turns back to find that she’s already undone the clasp of the bra and is sliding it down her arms to reveal her boobs to him, the sight of them makes his mouth water and he wants nothing more that to kiss them but he knows they’re far to worked up for that just now. He settles for a few quick pecks as he guides her to lay back on the bed so that he can work on getting their pants off and getting them one step closer to what they’re both desperate for.

“God damn you’re beautiful” he breathes, almost awestruck as he takes in the sight of her bare body before him, “I swear I’m so damn lucky to have you all to myself” he mumbles against her lips, unable to resist kissing her again now that he had permission to do so.

“Steve please, no more teasing, need you” she pleads as she pulls away from yet another kiss. She was more than happy that he wanted to appreciate her body but right now there was a fire burning within her and only Steve could clench it.

“You got it Angel” he salutes, making her laugh as he begins unbuckling his belt, followed by his jeans and then he’s pushing them and his boxers down his legs all at once. Once they’re off, he quickly reaches into his pocket for his wallet where he finds the small square foil that he pulls out before wasting no time in crawling back onto the bed where she’s waiting for him. In his absence he notices she’s taken things into her own hands, quite literally as he swats at her hands where they’re nestled between her thighs, fingers running through her pussy and over her clit. “As hot as it is to watch you play with yourself, it’s my turn to make you feel good” he smirks as she nods eagerly, reclining her body so that she’s propped up on her elbows to watch him.

He begins the task of rolling on the condom, bringing the square packet up to his mouth and ripping it open with his teeth but playing it up in an attempt to make it look sexy which only has her giggling again. “Can I?” she asks once the giggles have subsided, holding out her hand and waiting for him to hand it to her, smirking up at him once it’s in her grasp.

“No playing Angel, I need to be inside you when I cum” he warns, noticing the look on her face as she begins to roll the plastic over his length, squeezing as she does so despite his warnings and revelling in his gasps and moans. “God I need to be inside you right now” he curses as she comes to a stop at the base of his cock and giving one final squeeze she lines him up with her hole, letting him take control again as he starts to push into her.

She moans at the feeling of his cock stretching her out, her hands blindly grabbing for him and pulling him down so that they’re chest to chest and he has to support himself on his elbows by the sides of her head. “M’so full Steve” she babbles as he bottoms out inside of her, pausing to let her adjust to his size until she gives him the go ahead to move and then he’s pulling out and slowly pushing back in again, letting her feel every bump and ridge of his cock sliding inside her.

Their movements are slow and controlled despite their need for each other but tonight is about exploring the others body, getting a feel for the other for the first time besides they’ll have plenty of time to fuck like animals in the future.

“You feel so good, I’m so close, please tell me you’re close too” he rambles, mixed with moans and grunts as his hips speed up, snapping into her to meet her hips.

She nods into his neck as her breath comes out in pants and moans, unable to speak because of how good the pleasure feels coursing through her and it only intensifies when he pulls her legs up to wrap around his hips. The change in angle has them both moaning loudly as he finds that spot inside her which has her seeing stars and as her body begins to tense they both know she’s teetering on the edge of cumming. Only seconds later she’s clenching around him as she cums, wave after wave of pleasure and the tight, wet heat of her body as it happens is enough to tip Steve over the edge as well and he cums in the condom with his face buried in her neck which muffles the sounds of his groans.

They are quiet while they catch their breaths, more than content in basking the the feel of each other post bliss that is until the uncontrollable urge to laugh fills her body and then her body’s shaking with laughter rather than pleasure but the whole thing leaves Steve confused. “I wasn’t that bad was I?” he pouts as he pulls his face away from her neck and stares down at her with wide eyes.

She shakes her head in response, trying to find the words to tell him how she feels. “I just never thought we’d get this and now to be here after some pretty great sex I guess it just feels like a crazy dream” she smiles, following her words with a more than content sigh.

“Oh so you dream about me?” He teases with a smirk and she pushes at his chest as she turns her head to hide the way the heat is growing on her face but she can’t hide the smile that seems to be a permanent fixture. “I promise you it’s not a dream” he reassures in a soft voice, gently turning her head back so that she’s facing him as he softly brushes his nose against hers before he leans further down to follow it with a soft kiss that makes her melt until he pulls back with the smirk returning to his face. “Give me five minutes and I can prove that this is no dream” he means it as a statement though it comes out sounding like a question, one that she eagerly nodding to in reply as she pulls him down for another kiss, letting him reignite that fire inside her.

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from-the-clouds · 2 years ago

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Randomly had a mental breakdown in the car with my friends last night and today I'm thinking abt how professor!Kendall would react if that happened while you two were hanging out or whatever. Like you're grading papers/helping out and you've been stressed and you just kind of crack and he doesn't say anything, gets up, dims the lights in his office and moves his chair a little closer to you, puts his hand on the small of your back gently. He's there if you want to talk to him but he doesn't want to force you to. He just cares about you - far more than he'd like to admit, honestly - and he wants to make sure you're okay.

okay so like. i'm obsessed with this and i ended up writing a little blurb about this. also, i hope you are feeling better from your mental breakdown. i've def been there so i feel you!

All you have to do is get through this next hour.

You're hunched over the desk, trying to focus on the essay in front of you. Every so often, tears blur your vision, the words on the pages becoming fuzzy. You've read the same sentence several times over, comprehending none of the words as you try to will yourself into composure.

You're not sure what it is. It could be the immense amount of pressure you're under -- between school and extracurriculars and work. Maybe your period is coming or something, maybe it's that boy who ghosted you last week. Maybe it's the fact that you just feel like you don't know what the fuck you're doing with your life. It doesn't matter what the cause is, you feel something dark crawling around inside you, and sooner or later, it's going to come out. You just pray you can make it home before that happens.

Next to you, your professor snorts, you hear him scribble something down in the margins of the paper he's grading. He's the reason why you're so hellbent on not losing it. Of course, you wouldn't want to cry in front of any of your professors, but you definitely don't want to cry in front of Dr. Roy. He'd be the worst option of them all.

He asks you a question, but you're so lost in thought, you don't hear it.

"What?" you ask, looking over at him. He glances at you over the rim of his glasses.

"Are you almost done with those?"

"Oh, yeah," you look down at the stack. "Uh, yeah. Almost."

"Well, hurry up," he says. "I have a meeting later and I'd like to get this finished before that."

You nod and return back to your work, feeling his eyes linger on you for a moment longer than normal. He's not being cruel, you know that he's just stern by nature, the comment still upsets you in your already fragile state.

You've taken several classes with him, and now work as his TA, so you've grown pretty familiar in that time. Not to mention that you've had a pitiful crush on him since the first second you stepped into his classroom. You're still not sure if he knows. Sometimes, there's a gleam in his eye -- he'll touch your knee or squeeze your shoulder and give you a knowing smirk. It's hard to tell if he's flirting or just being polite. In the times you have tried to reciprocate, he always pushes you away. There's something you find thrilling in that uncertainty. It’s also equally terrifying. Does he really care about you at all, or are you just another student who will be forgotten by next semester?

Thinking about it too much makes the tears well up in your eyes again, and before you can will them away, some of them escape and land on the paper in front of you. You subtly swipe them away, but all it does is smear the ink and leave an even more noticeable mark behind. Quickly, you move the paper the the back of the stack before passing them over, and pray that he doesn't notice.

He says your name, and you turn to look at him.

"What is this?" he asks, pointing to the paper in front of him. You peer closer. "You need to write more legibly, this is incredibly sloppy work."

"Sorry," you say, looking down as more tears threaten to spill. "I will."

"Hey," he says, voice firm. "Look at me when I talk to you."

Very tentatively, you turn towards him, hoping the tears will evaporate in the time it takes, but they don't. He's leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, gearing up for a lecture on taking your job seriously, no doubt. "I'm sorry. I'll do better, Dr. Roy."

He sees your face, hears the way your voice cracks on the last syllable, and immediately his brows crease, face falling. "Are you alright?"

Unable to hold back anymore, you shake your head and bury your face in your hands, hiding from him. You expect some sort of lecture about how you need to be less sensitive to his feedback, but it never comes.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"It's not you," you mutter, feeling something hot and awful cutting off the air in the back of your throat. Then you choke out a sob.

He sighs softly, his chair creaks. You notice the lights in the room go dim, and he returns to you, pulling his chair a bit closer before sitting down. A warm hand lands between your shoulder-blades.

"What’s going on?"

"I-I don't know," you mumble. "It's....it's everything."

He rubs his hand back and forth soothingly, waiting for you to speak, but you don't trust yourself to do it without sobbing uncontrollably. You’re already embarrassed enough this is happening in front of him. So instead, you pitch forward, forehead landing on his knee, seeking comfort and desperate to be closer to him.

When you can't continue, can't elaborate because of how hard you're crying, he speaks again. "It's okay," he says softly. "You're going to be okay."

You shake your head no, unconvinced, staring down at his brown leather oxfords, the tears that are landing on the floor.

"Yes, you are, honey," you assures you, and you ignore the way the term of endearment makes you feel -- hot, and unsettled by how much you like it. "You are. You're just figuring it out."

Both his hands find your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, and as you finally feel yourself capable of breathing again, you reach up to weakly clutch at one of them, his fingers intertwining with your own.

"Deep breaths, okay?" he says, and you take in a deep inhale. He repeats himself. "You're going to be okay."

You can feel the heat of his body close to yours. He seems so sure of what he's saying, deep voice right in your ear. Somehow, his proximity alone is working, you feel the tension melting away as he continues to murmur to you affirmatively, hands working out the knots in your shoulders. Instinctually, you move closer to him. Even if the two of you never come back from this, you decide you don't care.

#this dynamic is really.....awakening something in me #do you know how nice it is to have someone hold space for you in this way #asks #writing #kendall roy x reader #professor! kendall

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