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betty C. Bedard

Connor Bedard x fem!reader

synopsis - senior year starts, and Connor tries to fix everything after you were left torn to shreds after rumors all summer spread through your small town that Connor had a fling with someone all summer. a fling that supposedly began not long after the messy and unclear "end" of your relationship with him.

wc - 5k

contains - based off of Betty so... <\3. but not that bad because it's less James (Connor) being a douche and more teenagers love to spread rumors and misinformation!!!! crying, sadness, anger, shouting :( but also!!!! touching, hugging, kissing, making out a little bit. reader is 17, and her birthday isn't exactly clear but it's in september. Connor is a jealous teenage boy, and reader is a jealous teenage girl <\3. OH also my high school was 4 periods with over 2000 students and home room was just first period??? i know others are obvi different but that's just what im going off of!

an - hai!!! me when i cut lyrics like this when they don't exactly match how im writing the fic >_< i missed u people. i'm very genuinely sorry i've been gone but i genuinely have had one of the best summers of my life. IM SORRY A CHORUS GOT CUT IT WAS GONNA MAKE THIS HAVE TOO MUCH FILLER OKAY I DID THIS FOR US.

betty, i won't make assumptions, about why you switched your homeroom. but, i think it's 'cause of me.

Second day of senior year, you prayed it would be better than the first.

Yesterday, August 27th, you'd walked into homeroom, and your heart had dropped. Connor sat at a table in the back, laughing at something with his friends. Your Connor. You couldn't even call him that anymore. He wasn't yours. Apparently, he was another girl's, now. A girl from your town's rival school, Augustine, or something.

You sat through first period financial literacy with a weight in your chest. You sat at the very front table with a few friends, trying to smile and converse with them. They could tell something was wrong, and when your teacher said Connor's name during attendance they'd realized what.

You went to second period, feeling a bit better. Then, during lunch, you sped to the guidance office, begging your counselor to change your schedule. She was skeptical, having a feeling it had to do with something social, which she didn't believe called for a change. But when she noticed the tears that welled up in your eyes, she just smiled and clicked her mouse a few times, handing you a brand new paper for the classes you'd start the next morning.

To say Connor Bedard noticed you when you came into homeroom yesterday was the understatement of the year. The boy's smile dropped, his eyes locked on your figure as you shrugged your backpack off, smiling at your friend you sat next to. Yes, this class would be his chance to reconnect with you, fix and explain everything.

He walked into day 2 with a plan, a plan to somehow talk to you in first. He sat in the same seat he had yesterday, talking with his friends while his eyes never left your chair. He waited, and waited, and waited for you to walk in. You never did, you were in another classroom, first period AP Spanish, laughing with your best friend as you did icebreakers.

When the bell rang, he stopped the girl you sat next to the day before, awkwardly calling her name. He asked her where you were, and your friend faked confusion while she fought off laughter.

"Oh, she had her schedule switched, she has like Spanish now I think."

He nodded, mumbling a thank you as he swiftly exited the classroom, his friends shouting at him from the doorway.

As the school day went on, your day got significantly better while Connor's did the opposite. He got in his car after the final bell had rung, sitting in silence for just a minute before his friends piled in. Of course they'd all lived in your neighborhood, it being the most common one for your high school.

betty, one time, i was ridin' on my skateboard. when i passed your house, it's like i couldn't breathe.

He dropped them off at their respective homes, turning down your street to exit the neighborhood. He slowed down as he passed your house, your car was already in the driveway, you must've just got home. Last year Connor drove you to and from school almost every day, he missed that.

You two had broken up, if you could even call it that, in late May. The two of you were arguing about something both of you would now call dumb and you'd stupidly blocked his number after an angry phone call. Connor took that as you ending it, you took it as you were sick of arguing and couldn't speak to him in the moment. You were an emotional wreck when Connor had started ignoring you, still believing it was just all stupid misplaced emotions that needed to be talked through. You let him give you the silent treatment, knowing you were both still very upset.

About two weeks later, still nothing was resolved. School had been over for about a week, but you were miserable. Everything went to shit when you were tapping through Snapchat stories one night. One of your mutuals from school had posted a photo of her and her boyfriend, Connor, and another girl sitting next to each other on a bed in the background. They weren't cuddling, but their thighs were touching while they both looked at something on Connor's phone so basically your life was ruined.

You had over a dozen girls send you the story, asking what the fuck had happened. You had to tell them and yourself that you were broken up.

you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times. but this time it was true.

It was extremely embarrassing for you once people that you barely even knew were telling others your business.

Connor knew he was royally fucked whenever a random girl he knew you were friends with had come up to him at a party during the summer and asked him about Augustine.

"Is she your new girlfriend?"

"What? No. I don't have a girlfriend."

"That's not what she thinks."

He almost asked who, but he knew who she was talking about. You. Everything was you. He couldn't get you out of his mind no matter how hard he had tried.

the worst thing that i ever did, was what i did to you.

Augustine didn't mean anything to him. His friend had tried to set him up with her because of how sad he'd been. But, he didn't have eyes for anyone but you, so she was just a friend of his.

All summer, he'd tried to find ways that put you two in the same place at the same time. Your town's annual Fourth of July fireworks? You were at the beach with family. Your mutual friend's huge 17th birthday bash? You were at young life camp with friends. The one time it could've worked was when you hosted a party, it was an open invite, but of course, it was the weekend Connor had his biggest hockey camp of the summer. It's like the universe wanted him miserable.

but if i just showed up at your party, would you have me?

You tried to erase Connor from your mind, but it was too hard. Living in a town where everything reminded you of the blonde boy sucked. And even if you were gone, you couldn't get away from him online, either. He was the guy to be watching for next year's NHL Draft. He was amazing, but he was also a very young and socially dumb boy.

You and Connor had gotten together towards the end of freshman year. It'd been about a month since your two year anniversary when the whole miscommunication and breakup took place. He was your first boyfriend, and you were his first girlfriend. Everyone at school knew about you two, even the people who didn't know you at all. It wasn't because you two were grossly comfortable with PDA at 8 am on a Wednesday.

You two weren't at all comfortable with your relationship being too on display to anyone, but the small and subtle things that made people silently root for the two. People saw just how you looked at each other, and how your moods changed with and without each other. They watched you two together at every event. Saw you as the loudest girl in the student section at hockey games. It was just sweet.

would you want me?

Connor was fucked. Although he couldn't confirm it, he was convinced your disappearance from first period was due to his presence. You changed your schedule to get away from him, that's how much he'd hurt you.

would you tell me to go fuck myself?

He wondered what you'd do if he just showed up at your house, or came up and asked to talk to you at school. Would you tell him to fuck off? Would you agree to talk, and listen to his apologies?

or lead me to the garden? in the garden, would you trust me, if i told you it was just a summer fling?

Connor had to speak with you, he couldn't contain himself any longer. When the final bell rang he sat in his car and waited for his friends, driving them home, through your neighborhood once again. He passed your house, only your car was in the driveway. He parked on the street, closing his car door gently behind him as he trekked up your driveway and to the front door.

He knocked softly, stepping back a few feet to wait. After thirty seconds the door opened a third of the way, your body coming into view. You were already in comfy clothes, you hated when your outside clothes touched your bed, Connor remembered. Your eyes widened, your brain sending panic signals through your body, your limbs freezing up.

"Oh my God. Uh, hi?"

You had no clue why Connor would be standing awkwardly on your front porch at 2:38 pm on a Tuesday.

"Hey. You can tell me to fuck right off and I will but, can we like, talk?"

i'm only seventeen, i don't know anythin'. but, i know i miss you.

You blinked a few times, the words taking a moment to register. Connor wanted to talk to you? About what? Did he need real closure after all the dumb shit that happened between you?

"Oh, yeah, sure. Come in."

You led him to your room, you weren't sure why you didn't just go to the living room, silently cursing yourself halfway up the stairs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Was it clean? Were there clothes on the floor? You were now mortified by the idea of Connor seeing a bra on your bedroom floor, something that wouldn't have crossed your mind five months ago.

Your room was fine, only some socks and a sweatshirt on the ground. You sat in the cushy chair in your corner, pulling your knees to your chest. Connor sat cautiously on the end of your bed, he was always the one person you'd let wear outside clothes on your bed because you didn't care as long as he was laying with you.

It was eerily silent for a few moments before Connor spoke up, your head snapping to him.

"Um, I've been wanting to talk for a really long time, seriously."

You nodded, your eyes leaving his, the air too tense.

"Me too."

Connor's eyes widened at that, seriously? You wanted to talk to him? That was what he'd been hoping for months.

"I can't really think of a better way to say this but, uh. I miss you, a fuckin' lot. And I know I royally fucked up but I really just want you in my life. I hate the tension and the fuckin' like, uncertainty between us."

What? You were so confused. He missed you? But you had people all damn summer nothing but happy to fill you in on all of the Connor and Augustine news. Connor took your silence as you expecting more from him, so he filled it.

"And I know that everything that happened was because I was being a jealous asshole. I'm really sorry and I will show you that."

betty, i know where it all went wrong. your favorite song was playing from, the far side of the gym.

Ah, yes, the fight that ruined it all. See, in May, Connor and the Regina Pats were fighting through the playoffs, and he had one of the biggest games of the season on the night of prom. It was your first prom, and you'd been so excited to go with your boyfriend, so you can imagine the disappointment when he told you he wasn't going to be able to make it. You were crushed, to say the least, and sulked the entire time.

i was nowhere to be found, i hate the crowds, you know that.

The only few minutes you had fun the whole night was when a group of your friends had gotten you to dance after hours of begging, and a photo was taken of you with an arm innocently and extremely appropriately around a guy friend of yours' shoulders. It was platonic, even another girl friend of yours was on the other side of him and had her arm over yours.

It was really not a big deal, but Connor had seen it and was extremely jealous, and felt guilty. He was envious but also beating himself up over not being there.

plus, i saw you dance with him.

"Connor, that wasn't all your fault. I was a crazy bitch and blocked you, even if it was for like forty minutes. I shouldn't have done that, it was stupid. All of it."

He nodded, both of you unsure of what to say next.

you heard the rumors from inez. you can't believe a word she says, most times. but this time, it was true.

"And, I don't know if you care or not. But, I know all sorts of people have been saying stuff about me and Augustine. I promise you that I hung out with her that one time with Adam and hated it. I told her that and we were just kind of friends I guess. I only saw her one other time all summer. I wasn't already moving on from you, 'm still not."

He'd be the death of you, you were sure of it. Did he know how badly you needed to hear that? Even if you were skeptical if it was true when it first came from his mouth, the moment of silent eye contact between you two spoke volumes. He wouldn't lie to you, he was the most honest person you ever knew.

"I think it's stupid for us not to be friends, Connor. We were best friends before and while we dated. I miss that with you."

the worst thing that i ever did, was what i did to you.

You also missed kissing him, and cuddling, and whispering sweet nothings, and holding hands under the table at dinner.

You might as well have dangled Connor's heart on a string in front of him then decided to stomp on it. Friends. That would have to be how it was, he knew he couldn't have none of you, and some of you would always be better than none of you.

"That'd be really good."

You both smiled, although in your minds you both wanted more, you were too scared to say it. You stood up, Connor right after. You just looked at him close up for the first time in a while and sighed happily. You hugged him without caution, arms around his waist and face in his chest. His came around your shoulders, squeezing tightly if only for a few seconds before you let go of what had to be a friendly hug.

You both walked downstairs, Connor opening the front door and stepping onto your porch.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Connie."

"Yeah, okay."

You shut the door with a smile, immediately freaking out as Connor did the same on the other side. You had no desire to be only friends with Connor, but it was the safest route to having him in your life without getting hurt.

i was walkin' home on broken cobblestones.

Connor sat in his car, staring through the windshield. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. He finally had his favorite girl back in his life, but not the way he wanted. That would have to be enough though, some of you would always be better than none of you.

He snapped back into it when he realized he'd been parked outside your house for multiple minutes and drove off. He went home and then later to hockey practice, and you never left his mind.

just thinkin' of you when she pulled up, like a figment of my worst intentions.

The next day at school you smiled at Connor in the hallway. He was teased for the rest of the day by his friends at the blush he possessed after it happened.

For the next month or so, you two danced around each other. You talked often and hung out together in group settings. At school, you'd talk and laugh, all of your friends demanding they could tell you were still in love. The both of you would insist that you were now just friends and happy about it, even though both of you were yearning to be so much more than that.

she said, "james get in, let's drive." those days turned into nights. slept next to her,

Your birthday was approaching, your 18th. You insisted you wanted something small, a dinner party with your favorite people. You'd invited over a dozen of your friends, receiving RSVPs of yes from all of them. There was still one more blonde boy you wanted to ask, though.

When the final bell rang, you ran out of school like every other teen with a car. Instead of going to yours, you found yourself walking up to Connor's black jeep, one you were oh so familiar with. He was on his phone but noticed you immediately as you were walking up.

He rolled his window down, a grin gracing his face.

"Hey, what's up?"

You lent your elbow against the window sill, resting your cheek against your hand.

"So, my birthday's on Saturday, and I'd really like if you came. It's just a small dinner party at my house, nothing crazy. You might be the only guy attending but I'd love if you could make it. I totally get if you can't though, it's a bit short notice."

Connor's eyebrows raised in shock. You wanted him at your birthday? This felt more intimate between the two of you than any other moment in the past couple weeks. Connor wasn't gonna let you down like he had at prom.

"I'll be there. Can't wait."

Connor wished he didn't love how your eyes instantly brightened, the corners crinkling to match the grin on your face.

"Great, awesome. I'll see you there Connie."

You brushed your hand over his shoulder as you said bye and turned to trek to your parking spot.

"Yeah, bye. I lo-"

I love you. Connor cut himself off before he could say he loved you. Holy shit, why did he almost say he loved you? He prayed you couldn't hear it, the way you kept walking didn't make it look like you did, but he couldn't see your face.

Your jaw dropped, hearing the first two syllables out of his mouth before he caught himself. Oh my God, Connor almost just told you he loved you. You kept on to your car, waiting until you were alone to freak out. Of course, you'd said it all the time while dating, but he hadn't told you that in months, you assumed he didn't feel that way about you anymore.

Connor had told you he couldn't wait for your party, and it was the truth. He had never been a patient boy, and waiting to see you all day on Saturday had him fidgety. He was wearing jeans and a navy Ralph Lauren quarter-zip, a white t-shirt peeking out from the unzipped section. He was wearing his cleanest sneakers and held a small gift bag in one hand, flowers in the other.

betty, i'm here on your doorstep. and, I planned it out for weeks.

He knocked on your door at 7:02, having been sitting in his car outside your house since 6:57, telling himself he could do this. You opened the door quickly, a gorgeous smile on your face. Your eyes widened when you saw what was in Connor's hands, wrapping your arms around his neck in what was too close to be a friendly hug. He wrapped his arms around you, careful to not dishevel the flowers.

"Hey, Connor. Thanks for coming."

"Wouldn't miss it. Happy birthday."

You pulled away after what felt like not long enough, leading Connor inside. He handed you the flowers, a moment of tension between you. Your mother greeted him, hugging him and taking the flowers from you to put in a vase.

Connor was first to arrive, followed shortly by your best friend, who silently made fun of you for how flustered you were. Everyone was in your house by 7:18, and you talked and mingled until around 8 when you decided it was time to eat. You sat next to Connor at your big dining table, earning a few teasing looks from your girl friends.

Dinner lasted a while, everyone talking and laughing. A little over an hour passed by before your mom came through the entrance of the room, holding a stand with a cake, 18 golden candles stuck in the pink and white frosting. Everyone sang as you awkwardly laughed. You closed your eyes and wished for Connor, he was all you could think of. You blew your candles out and everyone cheered, clapping and laughing.

You hung out for a while with everyone, another hour and a half passing before people's curfews started falling. Of course, Connor was the last person there, he'd always been the last one there when everyone else had gone.

but, it's finally sinkin' in.

You two sat on the couch, still awfully close even though everyone else was gone.

"You gonna open your gifts?"

You turned and looked at the small pile of boxes and bags, shrugging.

"My mom always said it was rude to open gifts in front of my guests."

"Am I just a guest to you?"

You laughed, shaking your head. You stood and grabbed all the gifts, laying them on your coffee table before you began opening things. Every gift was thoughtful and sweet, you left things in specific piles so you knew what to thank people for later. Connor's gift was last, and his stomach twisted when you grabbed the bag.

betty, right now is the last time, i can dream about what happens when, you see my face again.

Shit, this was when he was gonna tell you everything. You pulled at the neatly placed tissue paper, you could tell Mrs. Bedard had helped Connor out. The first piece came out and you saw the envelope sitting on the side of the bag. You grabbed it and Connor gently grabbed your wrist.

the only thing i wanna do,

"Can you read it after? I wanna see your reaction before."

"Okay."

Your eyebrows scrunched, but you didn't think too much of it. You pulled out the next piece of tissue paper and your jaw dropped. A small teal box sat wrapped in a bow. The color was unmistakable, the bow too. You looked up at Connor with wide eyes, already feeling tears prick your waterline.

"Connor you didn't."

is make it up to you.

"You don't even know what I did. Look at it."

You grabbed the box, pulling it out and gently untying the bow. You slip the lid off the box, your assumption proved correct, a beautiful white gold necklace lying pretty and perfect in the box. Two heart-shaped white gold pendants hung down, shiny and polished to perfection. Your eyes watered, no one had ever done something so kind for you.

"Connor, I can't even accept this. 'S too much."

"Well I'm not gonna wear it, and I'm not returning it either."

You lightly examined the necklace, light reflecting on the second heart causing something to catch your eye. You held the box closer to your face, squinting for just a second before your eyes widened. There was a small 98 engraved in the heart, your jaw dropping slightly.

so i showed up at your party. yeah, i showed up at your party.

"I've had it since June. I'd tried to order it for our two years but it took forever to ship."

You couldn't help but set the small box down and throw your arms around Connor, a huff of surprise leaving him at the impact. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing tightly.

"I love it, I love you."

You took a leap of faith as you pulled back just slightly and kissed your ex-boyfriend. His arms around you tightened, kissing back immediately. Your hands held his face as you kissed fervently. You were practically pulled into Connor's lap by the time you pulled away to catch your breath, chest heaving as you stared at each other. Connor grinned, extremely happy his girl was back in his arms.

yeah, i showed up at your party.

"I love you."

You giggled and leaned your forehead against his shoulder, still taking in what had just happened.

"Missed you so much."

You turned your head and left a kiss on his neck in response, your boy was back in your arms.

"Missed you more. You don't even know."

"I do know, all summer fuckin' sucked."

"Yeah! And your ass had dating rumors two weeks after we 'broke up'!"

"The key word there is rumors."

You both laughed, Connor kissing you again. You both smiled and giggled into the kiss, tingles running through your bodies.

"Hey, sweetheart! Did everyone leave?"

Your mom had gone upstairs to bed after cake, you thought she'd be asleep by now. You shushed Connor's giggling, pushing yourself off his lap and pulling him up with you.

will you have me?

"Almost mom! Connor's still here, he's leaving soon!"

"Alright, well goodnight you two!"

You both called goodnight to her, turning and smiling at each other.

"I guess that was you demanding I leave."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and pecking him a few times.

"Shut up! If I had only said that you were still here she'd probably be down here in her pajamas making sure we aren't getting at it on my couch."

Connor just laughed, kissing you again. You two sat back down and just sat together for a while. You both had missed just existing together so much. It was nearing midnight when Connor told you he had to go.

"I have practice at like 6 tomorrow."

"Connor! You're only gonna get like five hours of sleep. Go home."

He stood up, pulling you with him. You walked him out, very quietly opening the front door. Connor's arms wrapped around you again as you stood on the front porch of your home. You laid your head in the curve of his neck with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stood in silence for a few moments, before you interrupted the quiet.

"You know what I wished for?"

"No. What'd you wish for?"

"You."

will you kiss me on the porch, in front of all your stupid friends?

He grinned, kissing you sweetly. He held your face as your hands gripped at his quarter-zip. After a few moments, you pulled away, giggly and drunk in love. You didn't know but your Ring Doorbell was catching the whole thing on camera.

You two stood on your porch talking until ten after midnight when you cursed at yourself and insisted Connor needed to go get some rest.

"Walk me to my car?"

"Fine, princess."

if you kiss me, will it be just like i dreamed it?

He failed to fight his laughter as he told you to shut up. You held hands as you walked down your driveway, Connor's jeep parked on the side of the road.

Connor leaned you back against the driver's door and kissed you real good. You almost forgot it was nearing 12:20 am and you were in the middle of your street making out with your technically still ex-boyfriend.

will it patch your broken wings? i'm only seventeen, i don't know anything. but i know i miss you.

You snapped back to reality and pulled away from Connor.

"You need to stop kissing me while I'm trying to get you to go home."

He climbed into his jeep, rolling down the window and leaning his arms against the window frame. As much as you wanted him to go home and get some sleep, you also loved and missed him too much to give up this moment.

"You love it, though."

standin' in your cardigan.

You rolled your eyes and sighed playfully, tilting your head and giving him a smile.

"Might be a crazy question but are we together now?"

"We were never broken up in my mind."

"Cut the poetic shit Bedard. Am I your girlfriend or not?"

He laughed, that was his girl.

"You wanna be?"

You gave him a legitimate eye roll that time, he just laughed again.

"Yes, you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend."

"Perfect, awesome. Have an amazing night. I will text you tomorrow morning whenever I wake up. Which is not gonna be around 5:30 like you."

He groaned thinking of morning practice but was back to smiling at you in less than a moment. You leaned forward, kissing him one more time.

kissin' in my car again. stopped at a streetlight.

You pulled back with a sleepy smile, your whole heart content.

"I love you, Connor."

"I love you."

“Drive safe.”

Connor watched you all the way up the driveway and into your house, waiting a few extra seconds for you to lock the door before he sped home.

Once you closed and locked the door, you were smiling and giggling to yourself. You put on your new necklace and cleaned up from your party.

The two of you slept soundly, you knowing you finally had your person back, and wouldn't lose him again anytime soon. Connor would've been okay with 20 minutes of sleep if that's how long you kept him. His girl was finally his again, and he wasn't going to lose her again.

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slxshrfvcker · 2 years ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

A complete rewrite of a requested post on my main tumblr @whisqeringwqlker (i barely use that anymore)

(This is the request by @walking-anxious-disaster made like a year or two ago 😭)

⚠️‼️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️⚠️

Content warnings; Billy ‘cheating’, jealousy, fem!reader, confessions, angst, SMUT (oral w/ fem receiving, orgasm denial teasing, p in v sex) pregnancy worries(?)

Billy was getting pretty distant now days, and you were sure it was because of that Sidney girl from the third period that he recently met along side Stu and his girl…

See, you and Billy were the best of friends, tightest pair in the school, basically glued at the hip (well, besides him and Stu) and had been since you two were toddlers, maybe a bit older, as you two had met in preschool, and unknowingly formed a tight packed bond that would pretty much make sure you two were inseparable.

It seemed like every single night before Sidney he was at your house, watching those cheesy horror movies, or staying the night when he and his dad got into it over the smallest of things. Your mother always welcomed him at the house, happily letting him eat at the dinner table when he stayed and even stay in your room with the door shut, because she believed the two of you weren’t those kinds of friends and mature enough to not do anything stupid.

And now? He barely even called you, or visited your house. He wasn’t hanging out much with you anymore, only taking Stu with him to hang out with their other friends that just so happened to include Sidney Prescott. You felt alone, betrayed and upset about it, so you too started to pretty much completely avoid him, the others, and Stu. You would find yourself focusing your bitter, jealous gaze at Sidney, and would gave an excuse that you had to go to class or something to escape Billy's company if he tried to approach you. In all honesty Billy was sort of concerned about the fact you were constantly running away from him or busy with something if he did try to engage with you. It never clicked in his brain that you were just jealous, he thought he had done something wrong himself.

It was now Monday, and the sixth period had just ended, school was finally over and was letting their students out and you couldn’t be more glad about this, shoving your things into your school bag and rushing out of the classroom, you blew past Billy who was walking his way over to you after he saw you leave your classroom in such a hurry. Billy was simply coming up to invite you over to Stu’s place for a movie night, a small smile on his lips and his hand raised up as he was about to speak, but as soon as you noticed him you ducked your head down and sped-walked passed him, shoulder brushing his on the way out the school doors and you disappeared within the crowd of students. He stood there with shock on his face and his hand falling down to his side, absolutely confused to hell about why that had just occurred. He looked around in embarrassment before going to find Stu to walk to his car and go home with him.

Once you got home, your mother emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile as she dried off a dish, asking you how your day went, but with a fake smile and a hand raised to dismiss her, you gave her an excuse, saying you had homework to do and you wanted to work on it before it got too late. You went up to your bedroom and locked the door behind you as per usual since you enjoyed the privacy and your mother never thinks to knock. You sat cross-legged on your bed, grabbing your books from your bag and opening them up, taking a pencil and starting to scribbled down some lines under some pointers on what the teacher talked about that day before starting the actual assignment.

A thud at your window startled you, your head snapping up and looking at it in horror as it started sliding up, a cool breeze blowing into your room and rustling your papers. Albeit a little startled, you stood up off your bed, glancing around with a split second decision to grab anything to protect yourself before your eyes focused on an empty glass vase on the nightstand. Grabbing it quickly, you raised it up and snuck closer to the window, ready to bring it down upon the head of your intruder. The amount of relief that flooded you to see that it was only Billy caused you to exhale loudly, hand going to rest on your chest as you moved to your nightstand, placing the vase back down. “Billy, you shouldn’t be here.” You said coldly, a little too harsh than meant to be. Billy’s brows puzzled as he got in through the window, standing there while fiddling with some things on your dresser that sat by the window. “Well you were kind of avoiding me and I was worried, so I came over to check on you… are you alright?” He asked finally as his eyes met yours, taking a few strides closer to your bed as you moved to sit on it.

With a soft huff, you closed your books and stacked them on the side of your nightstand, taking a look at Billy who moved to sit carefully on your bed since he knew the frame was pretty old and the wood was starting to split. You rolled your eyes at the concern and waved your hand as a dismissal. “Sorry I’ve been so busy Billy, but it’s kind of more important than friends right now," You half assed explained.

Honestly he didn't buy any of those words you just said, but only nodded in somewhat of an understanding. "I'm a bit worried about you, Y/N/N. You’re avoiding me and acting all weird whenever I hang out with Stu and the others." He said, moving a bit to lean his upper back against the fragile wooden frame, wincing a bit as it creaked under his weight.

"I uh,” you didn’t know what to say to that, it was odd coming from him of all people. You frowned before avoiding all eye contact as you gathered the courage to admit to him why you’ve been this way to him and the others. “I’m just, I’m just jealous I guess? Because when you and Sidney started seeing each other I started noticing how much my heart would break each time you two would be so close and I realized that my feelings for you are more than platonic, so I just started avoiding you to save myself the heartbreak and embarrassment.” You seemed to murmur the whole thing, feeling odd emotions bubble in your chest.

"Woah woah woah, you think me and Sidney are dating?" He could almost laugh at that thought. When he noticed your expression his own softened and his hand moved to rest on your knee. “There's nothing going on between us, Y/N. And you could have just told me how you felt in the first place as soon as you figured them out, and this whole encounter wouldn’t have happened." Billy chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and your eyes sting with tears. "Besides, I feel that way for you too," Billy said all nonchalantly, smirking at the sight of your eyes widening and cheeks blistering with a soft rosy red. “What? Really?” You blinked in surprise at him, tears long forgotten and embarrassment faded.

Billy nodded, moving closer to you. “Yeah, of course… you haven’t noticed?” He laughed, thumb brushing the side of your knee as he gazed at you. A small smile filled your lips as you blushed a deeper shade of red, averting your gaze to meet with his. “I… I guess I haven’t,” you pointed out, swallowing as his gaze seemed to flick from your eyes to your lips, gears in his head turning as he contemplated on just kissing you then and there. “Now that we have that all out of the way,” Billy piped up after a few beads of silence. “Can we experiment a bit? Just the two of us?” He offered.

Confused by what he meant, you looked at him. “And that experiment is…?” You questioned meekly before he just smiled, shuffling closer to you and pressing his forefinger and thumb on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his as he breathed out a simple word. “This,” and with that his lips were upon yours, warm and soft like you imagined. The kiss was smooth and passionate, his lips slotting with yours perfectly as you two dipped into more heated territory. He pulled back at the first sign you both were losing air, and he grinned at you as you panted to catch your breath.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you gazed at each other, his thumb brushed your skin and that is what caused you to throw all reason out of the window. With your hands bunching the collar of his baby blue shirt you tugged him closer, pressing your lips to his again in a more heated, passionate, and dirty kiss. His body moved to press closer to yours as his lips moved in sync with yours, your thighs parting to allow him to slot himself between them, his upper body pushing you backwards towards the bed, his weight on top of yours now as his hips slowly ground down against yours, his clothed semi-hard on brushing against your clothes clit, causing you to let out a delicate breathless whimper. A soft groan left his lips at the sound as his lips started to trial down to your exposed collarbone.

“Billy,” you allowed yourself to moan, making him grunt, blood shooting to his cock as he enjoyed hearing you moan his name like that. “Yeah?” He lifted his head to meet your eyes as he kissed along your collarbones and even daring to pull the collar of your shirt down enough to kiss the top of your chest. “Please,” was all you could manage, needing more than just kissing and grinding. “Please what?” He dared, as he pulled back to lift your shirt off you. “Tell me princess,” he kissed and sucked marks along your chest and above your bra line.

“Please don’t make me beg,” you whined, thighs enclosing around his hips as you arched up against him, begging to be touched more. “Then what’s the fun?” Billy smirked against your skin as he pulled back to unhook your bra and toss it across the room, before taking off his own shirt. You swallowed, eyes raking up and down his chest as your hands went up to graze the light brown chest hair across his pecks and the dark pink scar that ran along his sternum. “What’s this from?” You dared, as he kissed along your jaw and neck, humming at your question. “Surgery,” he simply said as he moved his lips down your body, paying extra attention to the spot below your belly button before he got to the button on your denim jeans.

His hands expertly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, sliding your jeans and underwear off with one fluid motion. He tossed them in the same direction of your bra before his lips kissed and sucked lightly on your folds, before he parted them and licked a broad strip from your dripping hole to your clit, making sure to flick it at the end to feel you jolt against him. He smirked and his arms caged around your knees as he kept your thighs parted, tongue licking circles around your clit and pressing flatly against your seeping hole. Hearing your soft moans caused him to get impossibly harder, aching in his jeans. He ate your pussy like a starved man, tongue delving into your heat before be glided it along your clit again, before starting the same cycle again. Your breaths were picking up and you were mewling under his touch, pussy fluttering from his skilled mouth.

“S-stop teasing!” You whined as you wanted more than this. You felt him smirk before his arm left one of your knees, only to squeak out when you felt his fingertips grazing your hole, his tongue flicking against your clit as they did so. You moaned for him, bucking your hips up. He finally slipped one finger into your needy cunt, curling it once to find your spot, and once he did he added another finger, and then another once you were stretched enough. His skilled tongue and fingers worked you up to the point of teetering of the edge of bliss, but as of off cue he pulled his fingers from you and stopped licking all together. He smirked up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a cheeky look.

“Asshole,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fading. “Please stop teasing Bill,” you let the whimper escape your throat. He chuckled and tutted before letting go of you and undoing his jeans, pulling them off and tossing them across the room with his boxers too. He crawled up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning out, you felt him reach down and glide his hard on through your wet folds, gathering enough lubricant on his dick before he positioned it at your fluttering hole, gently pushing in enough to get the tip in. He let out a breathless groan as he continued pushing into you at an agonizingly slow pace, letting you adjust to his massive size. He listened to your little mewls and whimpers as he filled you to the brim, bottoming out completely. His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly pulled back from you and the slammed his hips into you again, making your body jolt upwards with the force.

You cried out, hands grasping at his back and shoulder blades, nails raking down his skin as he started to set a somewhat slow but hard pace, his lips kissing yours with fever as he started to pick up speed eventually. Your breaths mingled as his eyes stared deep into yours, brown meet E/C orbs as he thrusted sharply into your cunt. “Billy,” you moaned, pussy fluttering as you needed some more stimulation to get you to your much needed orgasm. He took the sign and reached his hand down between your bodies, finding your clit and brushing his thumb in tight circles against it, which caused your eyes to roll and mouth fall open, tongue lolling out the side. You moaned, getting louder with each passing second until he had to kiss you to silence you, his thumb brushing faster with his movements as he grew closer to his own high.

Within seconds your pussy contracted on his dick and you tumbled into the blissful orgasm you had needed since the start, thighs trembling as you struggled to keep them parted, pussy fluttering and contracting on his cock as he struggled to hold his own orgasm back, thumb and dick working your through yours before he allowed himself to cum, his hips stuttering and stilling, dick buried into yours still-fluttering cunt as he spilled his seed into you, his breathing labored with yours as you both started coming down from your respective highs. He stayed in you for a moment, head pressed to your chest as he tried catching his breath along side you. His eyes were closed and he settled in the bliss of post-orgasm with you until it was rudely interrupted by your mother calling your name from outside your door, jiggling the door handle. “Y/N? Dinner is ready! Cmon!” She called as she went back downstairs. You both looked at eachother and let out soft laughs as he parted from you, pulling his softened cock out of you as he sat back and watched his cum flow out of you, his fingers going over pushing it back in.

You smiled sleepily at him, before realizing the two of you forgot protection. “Oh fuck, Billy we forgot—“ he silenced you with a quick kiss. “Shhh shhh, it’s fine, I doubt it’s gonna make a difference or do anything, and if it does we will handle it, okay?” He said as he got up off the bed and started to dress himself. You frowned before nodding, getting out of bed and getting dressed as well. It wasn’t until you got by your door you noticed the bed tilting to the side, the leg had snapped in the process of your guys’ fucking. You giggled as he noticed it too. “Oh shit,” he laughed with you before you sighed in remembrance of dinner downstairs.

“Do you wanna stay? you can leave through the window and go to the front door to make it seem we didn’t just fuck.” You giggled a bit, and he hummed. “I would love to, Y/N/N, but like you I also have homework to do so I should be getting home… I’ll make it up to you I promise. Okay? I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” He moved to embrace you, and you sighed, smiling and leaning into his touch. “Okay, I’m holding you to that…” you said as he pulled away. “Okay. I love you,” he murmured as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and smiled, waving as he climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night. Sighing you went downstairs, then a thought occurred. How would you explain the bed to your mom?

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ultimate-shipper-blog · 4 months ago

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Substitute Teacher Steve Au

Delilah felt nervous. She ran into her little brother Paul in the hall because neither of them were looking in the correct direction...too nervous.

She hurried into her English class and grabbed her seat. The class's energy was off the charts. Everyone was chatting and gossiping.

"-sub! Can you believe THE St-"

"I just don't understand? Arent they fam-"

Uh oh. She thinks she understands now and pulls out her flip phone to type out a quick text to Paul to warn him. It's too late. He already texted her first.

"Code purple"

"Fuck."

"Language B!"

"Shit."

He laughs as he walks into the classroom. Someone slaps her shoulder as if they're trying to tell her "Hey! He looked in your direction!!!!"

Sitting on her teacher's desk is retired pop icon Steve Harrington. He lights up when he sees her looking at him and waves to her. He's waving so fast his hand is a blur.

"Del what the hell is happening?" Mandy, her best friend is looking at her expectantly.

"I-"

"Ok class! Attendance time!!"

'Adams'

'Andrews'

'Chase'

'Finch'

"Henderson!"

"..."

"C'mom B," he looks at her disappointed.

"Here," she grumbles.

A girl in the back raises her hand.

"Can this wait until after the attendance is taken?"

"Unfortunately not Mr. Harrington I just have to know, how do you know Delilah? Why do you call her B? I mean out of everyone we were not expecting you to be here for her." She says the last part kind of like a sneer.

Delilah knew she wasn't the most popular but she made a choice to stay out of the spotlight.

"Well...student-"

"Sam."

"Sam, I'm not here for Delilah."

Gasps went around the room.

"I'm also here for Paul!" His famous bright smile is shining bright. "He's getting his braces off today! Isn't that exciting! Gosh I remember when his dad got his off. Brings a tear to my eye."

Delilah sinks lower into her seat.

"As for the nickname-"

She shoots up, ramrod straight.

"Um Uncle Steve you don't really have to-"

"Now B it's nothing to be embarrassed about. When Del's mom was pregnant with Paul we told her that she wouldn't be the baby anymore. She was so frustrated that was the only name she responded to for six months!"

Sam pipes up again, "so B is short for-"

"Baby." Snickers went around the room. Delilah groans. "Obviously we couldn't go around calling her baby that's weird. So we shortened it, nickname. It also helps because she's baby Henderson, helps to distinguish the difference between them all."

Steve gives her a soft smile, like he's still imagining her as a toddler.

"As most of you may know I retired about five years ago along with my boyfriend." (Gay marriage was not legal yet but she's working on it.)

Josh's hand shoots up. "Your boyfriend famous metal musician Eddie Munson?"

"Yes student in the back, we decided it was time to retire and enjoy our time together. Then I got bored. I was always planning on being a teacher if music didn't work out so I became a sub. We have a house here to see the kids and I knew I wanted my first assignment to be one where I could see my favorite Hendersons."

Ok she can't be mad at him. She loves him so much and he obviously is just doing what he can to be closer to her.

"Uncle Steve-"

Uncle is whispered around the room.

"I appreciate you coming here but-"

"Henderson I'd appreciate it if you stayed after school to help me grade papers. I can give you a ride home. Uncle Eds is taking Paul to the orthodontist now so you don't have to worry about driving him."

Conveniently, beeping was heard outside along with the sound of a motor like an engine revving. The students all ran to the window to see what was going on and were shown Paul with his head down running to the convertible.

Poor kid. Everyone would be talking about this for at least a week.

Paul looked over at the window along with Eddie, when he saw Steve he blew him a kiss. As soon as Paul was buckled up he sped off.

Steve sighed wistfully and then headed back to the desk.

"Alright everyone! Let's learn!"

#steddie #strangerthings #eddie munson #steve harrington #ficlet #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #oc #stranger things #teacher steve harrington #famouseddiemunson #famoussteveharrington #oneshot

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bumblesimagines · 1 year ago

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do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?

don't you get it? they're not you.

Sarah Cameron

don't you get it? they're not you.

do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

"Thanks again for tutoring Wheezie, (Y/N). Her grades have definitely improved."

"It's no problem, Mr. Cameron."

Truly, it wasn't. While the youngest Cameron could be stubborn and occasionally immature, Wheezie was probably one of the brightest kids you got to tutor. She simply refused to believe in herself and her abilities but with a little coaxing and praise, she'd proven to be pretty good at the harder subjects like math and science. You were sure she wouldn't need you anymore in a couple weeks.

"If only you rubbed off on Sarah," Ward sighed as he finished digging around in his wallet for some cash. You almost smiled despite the annoyance you'd grown to harbor for the blonde over the last few days. If only Sarah took your warnings and advice to heart instead of running off with the posse from the Cut. She'd ghosted Denny, a good friend of yours, just to hang out with them doing God knows what. The Pogues were sweet people, especially Pope Heyward, but their track record was piss poor and would only damage Sarah in the long run. "She could use some help in English. I got a phone call from her teacher the other day about it."

"I'll talk to her, Mr. Cameron." You assured, taking the wad of cash from the man and smiling. "I'm sure it's nothing."

With a thankful nod, Ward bid you goodbye and headed inside the mansion. You sighed softly and stuffed the cash into your wallet before slipping it into your back pocket and heading down the driveway. The walk home would be a short one given how close you lived to the Camerons, one of the main reasons you'd been able to stick beside Sarah and not get dumped aside like trash. It was infuriating how she tossed aside people so easily and yet decided to extend her loyalty to people acquainted with the Kildare County jail cells.

The familiar rumble of an engine caught your attention and you stopped right at the edge of the driveway to watch the familiar minivan head down the road. It came to a screeching halt right before you and Kiara stuck her head out with a wide smile. Great. Just the people you wanted to see. The side door rolled open and Sarah hopped out with a giddy laugh, sliding the door closed again and bidding her newfound friends a cheerful goodbye before she spun around and sprang into your arms. The van made a U-turn at the end of the road and sped off down the street.

"Hey!" Sarah giggled, arms still wrapped around your shoulders. "I didn't know you were coming over!"

"I tutor Wheezie every Friday, Sarah. You'd know that if you paid more attention." You muttered and pushed your hand against her abdomen, forcing the girl to take a step back. Sarah's brows furrowed and her arms slumped to her side, her dark brown eyes flickering all over your face. Any other day, any other month, you might've felt bad for getting snappy with the blonde. But your patience had begun to wear thin with her after her constant ghosting and ditching.

"What's wrong? Why are you mad?"

"I'm not-" You inhaled deeply and rubbed the area between your eyebrows. "You said you were going to give Denny a chance 'cause you were tired of being single. He showed up to the date, but you didn't. If you don't want something serious then tell me that before I set you up with someone. You've done this four times already, Sarah. I'm the one who has to pick up after you while you run around with your street friends. If you don't like my friends, say that. I've wasted enough of their time."

Sarah frowned and looked away like a child being scolded by their parent. She twisted her lips and spoke quietly, "Don't you get it? They're not you. I don't want to date them. I.."

You felt your heart drop at her words. Sarah Cameron, known to all as a heartbreaker who had no issue cheating on her boyfriends, liked you? You stared at her silently, trying to process her words and think of something, anything, to say in response but your mind went blank. You'd known her since you wore diapers! You'd been raised alongside her like siblings and even wore matching clothes during the holidays as kids. The only word you could truly muster up and say was, "Oh."

"Do you think you could ever see us as more than friends?" Sarah asked softly and lifted her head to gaze at your face. You tried not to wince. You loved her, truly you did, but not in the way she wanted. A long time ago, back in middle school, you might've leaped at the chance. But that'd been before you really took note of her more selfish side. Sarah was loyal but not when it came to romance and she never had the guts to admit it.

"No, Sarah, I don't. You... You're my friend. I stopped looking at you like that when I saw how you treated your past boyfriends. You're great and I'll always love you but you're just not the kind of girl I'd want to be with. I'm sorry."

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veeluvss · 2 years ago

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parents evening

jj is your little sisters school teacher !!

what happens when jj begins to notice the tell tale signs of a troubled home?

tw: mentions of home abuse and injuries

“Chloe! We’re going to be late again!” you shouted up the stairs as you heard your little sister scamper around her bedroom.

“One minute! I need Miss Jenny’s card!” The five-year-old replied and you sighed.

“Chloe!” You whined after a few more moments.

“I’m coming!” The sassy girl said, hurrying towards the stairs. Her backpack- three times too big- sat on her shoulders and she held a crumbled card in her left hand whilst the other held onto the handrail.

“Finally, Jesus,” you huffed and grabbed the house keys.

“I had to get Miss Jenny’s card! It’s her birthday!” Chloe groaned and took hold of her sister’s hand.

“I’m sure Miss Jenny would appreciate you being on time more than an old card, muffin.” YOu chuckled. You lifted your sister onto the bike and she got comfortable before standing up behind her. “Hold on!” You giggled as you began to pedal off the driveway.

You reached the school just as Miss Jenny was going to go in. She saw you both tumble off the bike and laughed as you picked up Chloe, practically throwing her into the schoolyard.

“She made it!” You laughed and blushed as Jennifer laughed. She was so unbelievably pretty it made you breathless every time. She tucked some hair behind her ear as Chloe ran up to her - more like waddled up to her with her ginormous bag. You were planning on getting her a new one when you had a bit more money.

“Happy Birthday Miss Jenny!! We made you a card!” Chloe cheered, holding up the crumbled piece of paper.

“Chloe made you a card,” you interjected. Jennifer laughed and took the card from the small girl, looking over it. She smiled widely at the drawing on the front. You blushed madly.

“Chloe!” You groaned. “Where did you find that?” Jennifer laughed even louder.

“It was in your bedroom! I thought it was for Miss Jenny’s birthday card!” Chloe sassed back, throwing up her hands. You shook your head and didn’t dare look at Jennifer.

“Just go to school, you little thief,” you whispered. Your sister rolled her eyes before walking into the building. Jennifer stayed holding the door open for a few more minutes, looking at you. You could feel her blue eyes surveying you.

“You’re very talented,” she said after a few moments.

“Erm,” you giggled nervously. “Thank you.”

“I’ll let you go. Will I be seeing you this evening?” She asked, beginning to close the door. You stumbled. Tonight? What was happening tonight?

“Yes definitely!” You said, a wide smile on your face, hoping it was believable.

“Awesome, see you then y/n.”

The door shut and you stood awkwardly in the children’s playground. Trying so hard not to blush. How on earth did Chloe find your drawings of her? God she better not have the others too! Then, you remembered your exam. Your art exam - the one you had to finish today or you failed.

The day went okay. You managed to finish the art piece, the picnic in the woods, just before you had to pick Chloe up. You’d also been paid so you knew you could treat your little superstar to some nice dinner for once. You knew she was getting sick of the rice and pasta but you couldn’t afford to get her anything else really. You rode your bike the scenic route to the school, knowing you would be on time to get your little monkey..

However, as you neared the school, you noticed the children coming out. You checked the time - it was half an hour early! You sped up and as you got closer you saw more and more children leaving school. You headed around to Chloe’s yard and dropped your bike before heading in. Chloe was the only one still standing there, next to Miss Jenny - holding her hand tightly.

“Has the school times changed?” you asked as Chloe ran into your arms.

“Oh! Did you not get the text? We closed early today due to parents' evening.” Jennifer replied.

“Parents evening?” you questioned.

“You said you were coming this morning?” Jennifer asked, tilting her head and you blushed again.

“Oh yes, sorry I’ve had such a busy day!” You sighed, getting embarrassed at being caught in a lie. “What time does it start again?”

“It starts at four we finish at eight.”

“Okay, any time between then?”

“Anytime between then. Preferably earlier so I can get home for a glass of wine on my birthday,” she laughed.

Chloe yawned into your neck and shuffled in closer to your arms. You smiled and held your sister closer.

“Looks like the little one has had a busy day too,” Jennifer laughed. “Have a good evening, I’ll see you tomorrow Chloe!” You waved as you headed out of the gates. Now Chloe was asleep in your arms, you had to manoeuvre the bike off the ground and walk with it home. You knew it’d be a long walk since it was usually about a 20-minute ride.

You made it to the driveway eventually and paused. The red car was back. Meaning your father was back. You quickly hid behind the bush and started to wake Chloe up, shaking her gently.

“Sweetheart,” you mumbled, jumping her up and down a little.

“Morning time already?” she whispered, rubbing her eyes. You laughed and shook your head.

“Do you want to go visit Freddy?” you asked gently. She nodded and smiled.

“Come on then,” you said softly. You grabbed your phone and rang your best friend. In less than five minutes, Freddy pulled up in her car and opened the door.

“In you get cheeky monkey!” Freddy cheered.

“Thank you so much, I love you. I’ll be over later tonight,” you whispered, kissing your sister’s cheek as you put her seatbelt on. “I love you Chlo, be a good girl for Freddy.”

“Bye sis, love you!” she replied sleepily.

You entered the house, trying to avoid your father. You could hear him snoring in his chair as the TV crackled in the background. Ever since your mother passed during childbirth, you’d been Chloe’s main caregiver. Nearly twenty now, you’d raised Chloe since you were 14 and it had been hard. Yet you’d done it. Your father, even when Mum was alive, was never around.

You began packing bags for Chloe and yourself, making sure you had enough to couch-hop for a few days until your dad had left town again. He was a lorry driver so he was usually gone for days or weeks at a time. You knew it wasn’t fair to have Chloe couch-hopping with you but you’d rather she did that than sit at home and endure your father the way you did at her age.

Then you heard him shout you. You silently cursed and headed down the stairs, hiding the bags behind the door so he didn’t know you were leaving.

“Where’s my dinner?” he grumbled.

“I’m just going to start making it now,” you said softly, heading into the kitchen.

“Now? I’ve been home for half an hour! It’s meant to be ready for me then!” He shouted and you flinched.

You checked the time on your phone as you headed from the house. He was drunk now, passed out on the sofa and you were sweating. It was 735 meaning you had 25 minutes to get to the school for parents' evening. But that didn’t matter to you, right now the one person you wanted to see was her. Miss Jenny. It was silly to you sometimes how much you appreciated your little sister’s teacher but when you had had a bad day and your shining star comes home with all these funny stories about the prettiest woman you’d ever laid eyes on, it just offered you a sort of comfort you craved. The way Jennifer smiled at you and praised you for being such a good big sister. You loved hearing her laugh or watching her interact with the children. She had the sweetest soul and it melted you.

You made it with five minutes to eight and you chained up your bike before heading into the school. You were still sweating and you hoped the redness around your eyes from crying wasn’t so obvious. You headed to where Chloe’s classroom was and saw Miss Jenny sitting outside, on her phone.

“Y/N!” She cheered, seeing you and standing up.

“Hi! Am I in time? I am so sorry I’m late, I got held up at home and lost complete track of time and it’s been super busy and I feel bad because it's your birthday and you’re meant to be celebrating!”

“Y/n,” Jennifer laughed, putting her hand on your shoulder. You blushed as electricity went through your body but then her eyes travelled down your arm, landing on the bright red hand mark which was bruising to the shape of your dad’s fingers. You froze, as did she. You’d forgotten to cover it up before leaving the house.

“This way,” she said after a few more seconds and entered her classroom. You gulped, trying not to cry. “Where’s Chloe now?”

“At my friend's house,” you told her honestly.

“Safe?” How did she know?”

“Safe.” You muttered.

“Sit down love,” she whispered and held out a chair, an adult-sized one.

“Jen-”

“Don’t argue with me. Sit down,” she said, turning to a first aid kit.

“I’m fine!” you argued, yet sat down anyway.

“I should have picked up on the signs earlier,” Jennifer muttered under her breath.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing even happening,” you mumbled. You got so defensive about your home life.

“Don’t lie to me, y/n,” she said, turning back around with some stuff for you. Stuff you didn’t need as you weren’t bleeding - at least you didn’t think so.

“I’m not lying… I just-” she sat beside you and her knee touched yours. You watched as her face distorted from one of worry to conern as she gently grabbed your arm, beginning to assess your injuries.

“Chloe mentioned it once,” she whispered.

“She did?”

“She said your dads at home so you’re staying with a friend. You do everything to keep her away from it.”

“I don’t want her to be hurt,” you sighed, letting your eyes study her face. She truly was beautiful.

“Has he?”

“Once.” You grimaced as she moved her hand from your arm to your rib.

“Let me see,” she sighed, making eye contact with you. You shook your head, you didn’t want to show her what was hidden. “y/n, let me help you.”

“I d- I don’t need help,” you told her.

“Just this once,” she said softly and ran her fingers down your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn’t even realise had fallen.

“Just this once?”

“Yes,” she replied. You nodded gently and lifted up your shirt. You could tell she tried not to react to the state of your ribs and stomach.

“Don't tell me what you’re thinking because I already know and it’s not going to happen,” I said.

“Okay,” she said simply.

Half an hour later, she seemed to be content with the damage control she’d given you.

“Can we talk about Chloe now?” you chuckled. Silence had been floating between you for the last half hour and you both seemed to have forgotten about why you were here in the first place.

“She’s a brilliant, smart little lady, blah blah blah,” Jennifer giggled and moved closer to you. You giggled and watched her smile as her face moved closer to yours.

“You know,” she whispered. “She must get it all from her brilliant big sister.” you blushed under her intense gaze.

“She must, I am pretty awesome,” you giggled in reply. Before you could even comprehend it, her soft lips were on yours. You gasped at first, leaning away but then when you realised you were kissing the most beautiful woman in the world, you relaxed into her hold. Her hands floated around your back, bringing you closer to her and yours wrapped around her neck.

When she broke away, you left your eyes closed for a few more seconds, lingering in the love that just exploded across your entire body.

“I’ve wanted to do that every single time I see you,” Jennifer laughed and you blushed madly.

“Me too,” you replied sheepishly.

“Where are you staying tonight?” She asked softly, wrapping her fingers in yours.

“There is this hostel on the corner Chloe likes,” you whispered, feeling all embarrassed.

“Come home with me. We’ll get Chloe and I can set you both up in the spare room. Tomorrow we can work out a proper action plan, hm?”

You paused, was she serious? “Jennifer I don’t want to -”

“You’re not overstepping. You’re not being a nuisance. Y/N I was hurt by my family too and I never had a little sister to protect. I can only imagine what you go through all the time. Let me help you, help you both - please?” She pleaded and you sighed. You only nodded and let her get into action.

Twenty minutes later you were pulling up to Freddy’s house and Chloe was waiting for you at the door.

“y/n!” She cheered, running down the grass with no shoes on. You cringed and quickly grabbed her.

“You okay bestie?” Freddy asked softly, walking up to you. You nodded and smiled.

“Will be,” you confirmed. She nodded and kissed yoru head.

“She’s been good as gold, just waiting for you to get here, to be honest,” she peered around you then, smiling at the car waiting for you.

“Who’s your hot ride?” she smirked and Chloe leaned around too.

“Miss Jenny!” she shrieked, dropping out of her sister's arms and rubbing up to the car.

“Miss Jenny?” Freddy smirked, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s her teacher. I went to parents' evening and she noticed things were up so she’s helping us out for a few days,” you explained, trying to hide your blush.

“Alright well get home safe. I love you,” Freddy whispered as she pulled you into a hug.

Chloe fell asleep easily in Miss Jenny’s huge spare bed! Surrounded by pillows and plumped sheets and the comforting smell of fabric conditioner. The bed drowned her and it was too cute to see. However, you couldn’t sleep at all.

“Can’t sleep either?” Jennifer asked, heading into her kitchen. You shook your head and then felt her wrap her arms around you.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I know it's hard to believe but you have me now, okay?” you nodded and leaned into her touch. It had all happened so fast, so suddenly yet you couldn’t be happier. You’d never felt safer in someone's embrace.

“Thank you,” you replied. She planted a soft kiss on your temple and you sighed.

“Let's go to bed,” she said gently, grabbing your hand.

Things began to work out after that. There was something so magical about JJ, about the way she made you laugh and smile. About the way after a year of being together, she still gave you butterflies and made you feel like the safest person in the world. She helped you file for the adoption of Chloe and Chloe couldn’t be happier having Miss Jenny as her sister. Although even after living together for so long, she still slipped up and called her Miss Jenny at home. You’d graduated art school, being successful after you could get to school on time and do full days without having to worry about Chloe. You loved Jen, it was so so obvious and you knew that that parent's evening was going to be the most important one of your life. It opened huge new doors for you and you couldn’t be happier waking up with her blonde hair on your chest and Chloe’s head curled by your ankles. It all seemed so easy, so flawless and you geninely couldn’t be more grateful for such a loving, beautiful, happy family.

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twiishaa · 3 days ago

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ red string of fate soulmates! au , kita x reader wc 1.5k warnings i dont proofread, the ending feels rushed soz xx

after falling in love with a mysterious boy in your dream, you see a small, red string tied to your finger— you were sure that that boy was your soulmate. but you didn’t remember anything about how he looked— how were you going to find him?

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 kita masterlist ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 YOUR eyes were forced open by something other than nature; dazed, you went to check the time on your phone— the light made you squint.

3:29am.

the dream you had was so life-like, so realistic that you almost believed it was your life. in it, you fell in love with a someone— a boy, who you knew, but whenever you tried to recall what he looked like his face was blurred, leaving you yearning for someone whom you didn’t even know.

ever since then, whenever you put your hand up to the sun, you saw a little red string, tied to your finger and leading off in an unknown direction.

—

“so how are you going to find him?” your friend asked, while finishing a worksheet.

you sighed. “that’s the problem. i don’t remember what he looks like, at all.” pausing for a second, you continued rambling, “i think when i see him i’ll know— like a gut feeling, or something.”

she scoffed. “so what, you’re going to go around asking every guy ever and then wait to see if you get a gut feeling? i don’t know, that sounds kind of unreliable…”

“no, you don’t get it! it has to be someone in this school, i felt like i’d seen him before,” hearing the teacher come into the classroom, you quickly finished what you were saying and moved your chair to its usual place. the lesson felt like background noise in your busy mind.

that boy in your dreams had to be your soulmate, you knew it, but who was he?

—

pulling up a chair to your friend’s desk with your lunch, you tried to pick the place where the most sunlight hit.

“i think i found him.” you said, with an exhale.

your friend looked taken aback. “no way. you actually found him?”

giggling, you started picking at your lunch. “i think so— he’s on the football team. i think he was in a sports club in my dream, so he has to be it.”

“and your gut feeling? did that work?” she asked, in between bites of her tamagoyaki.

“well, kind of. anyways, i’m sure he’s the one! we’re going on a date today,” replying, you stole a piece of her lunch.

“wha— hey!” your friend yelped. “already? are you sure he’s a.. good guy and all? [name], i don’t want you dating an ass,” you nodded at her point.

“i know, i know— but he seems so sweet! he said he’d plan the date and pay and everything, i’ll meet him there at 7.”

sighing, your friend finished her lunch. “alright, whatever you say. just.. stay safe, yeah? some guys in this school are dicks,” you packed up your lunch as well.

—

today was unusually cold. clinging to warmth, you wrapped your arms around yourself and tugged your jacket closer to you. he said he’d be here at this time— 7pm.

“hey,” you finally heard him coming up behind you. anticipating it, you spun on your heel.m

“hi,” you said, breathless.

“sorry, i had practice. were you waiting for long?”

you shrugged. “no, not really. should we go?”

“sure,” he opened the door for you.

—

the restaurant he had chosen wasn’t necessarily fancy, but it had a nice atmosphere to it. your table was lit by a dim light on the ceiling, and candles bunched in the centre; from somewhere behind you, there was crackling jazz music playing, probably on some vinyl.

you two were sitting at your table— silent. he was on his phone, you tried to make conversation with him.

“so, what’s your friend group in school? i never see you around,” you asked, taking a sip of water; your lipgloss stained the glass a sheer pink.

“him?” distracted, he looked up at you. “oh, just the guys on the team and some volleyball guys as well. aran and kita, you know them?”

at the mention of kita’s name, your heart sped up a little. even without putting your hand to the sun, you could see the red string tied to your finger glowing faintly.

now you were sure your date must be your soulmate. why else would it be glowing?

“i- uh, i have to go to the toilet,” he said abruptly, getting up and waking off.

‘“sure,” you said, tapping at your glass. over time, the lipgloss stain had become less noticeable.

you took the time to go to the toilet as well.

—

as you were looking for the women’s bathroom, you overheard noises from outside; the walls were thin, you could make out someone’s phone ringing from outside.

when you heard muffled voices, nervousness started bubbling in your stomach— it was your date’s voice.

“yeah, she’s just, not as fit as i thought she was. boring as well. how do i get out of this one?” although it was distorted by the wall, you could still tell what he was saying. quietly, you tiptoed backwards, trying to catch him when we walked back in. you weren’t sure what you were going to say to him— but if you stayed any longer, you’d cry.

—

you caught him by surprise when he was coming back into the building.

he stumbled back a little at the sight of you. “oh [name], what are you doing here?” there was nervousness in his voice— you weren’t sure why.

“if you don’t think i’m fit, why did you ask me out?”

he looked like a deer in headlights— except, maybe not as dainty as a deer— his half-assed outfit didn’t do much to add to his appearance.

trying to pay it off, he chuckled a little. “woah, what do you mean? that phone call back there? that was nothing—”

“so you admit it?” you exhaled deeply, pressing at your temples. “forget it. i’m leaving. it was nice to see you on your phone through the entire of the date,” you swivelled around and walked out of the building, the cold air matching you in mood.

—

“hm. it really is cold today,” kita muttered to himself as he made his way down the dark streets. at night, only a few street lamps worked, leaving it up to the shops lining them to provide light. there weren’t many people, so someone like you, alone, leaning against a cold, restaurant wall, his brows furrowed in confusion. what were you doing out in the cold, alone, at this time of year? if kita was just to walk past, he was sure worry would overcome him and leave him unable to go any longer— so he crossed the road quickly.

when you saw the white-haired boy approaching you, your heart started speeding up again and there was a strange, tingling sensation in your right hand. you looked down— the small, red string, tied to your finger was glowing again, but this time bright enough to illuminate the desolate streets surrounding you. the cogs finally clicked in your head; and your eyes widened at the realisation.

kita stood in front of you now, panting lightly.

“hey, are you alright? what are you doing here?-” before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

“you were in my dreams.” you had been standing in the same spot for the best part of 30 minutes, but your breaths were as shallow as if you’d just finished a marathon.

immediately realising what you said, you added,

“oh my god that sounds so weird. i mean-”

“no— i know what you mean.” kita’s breathing matched yours; his eyes looked deep into yours.

“[name], right?” you were sure you’d never met him in real life.

“how…” confused, you stopped to take a few breaths. “how do you know my name?”

kita raised his hand, revealing a small, red string tied to his finger. when you laid your eyes on it, it glowed more brilliantly red than it had before, and in a second, snapped.

you weren’t sure if your cheeks were red from the cold, or from the boy in front of you— maybe it was both.

but despite anything, your heart felt more at ease now, and the world was spinning a little slower.

“why are you out here?” kita asked, leaning on the wall next to you.

“it’s a stupid story— i caught my date talking shit about me and then i left. he’s probably still inside,” you sighed.

he stood up suddenly, looking at the illuminated sign of the restaurant and then the time.

“why don’t we go now? on a date,” kita’s voice was warm and mellow.

you looked hesitant for a second. “i feel bad…”

“don’t be. i’ll pay, of course,” he continued, grabbing your wrist lightly.

“you know what, sure,” you laughed.

the restaurant felt completely different now: the atmosphere had morphed into one that was delicate and romantic. and now, the boy from your dream’s face was no longer blurred, his features were sharp in your mind: soft, hazel eyes and white hair— which turned into black at the tips. kita shinsuke— it had a nice ring to it.

kita shinsuke— your soulmate.

note this WAS for the phantasma ebg event BUT. sighs. i like this fic and this is the last you’ll be seeing of kita for a WHILE sorry

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lenaboskow · 10 months ago

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gay!eddie is happening in the near future, a post brought to you by someone who spends way too much time dissecting queer media (and usually ends up being at least half right)

bear with me, it's a long one under the cut

i have a longer, more scene specific post that i will finish during the break if nothing happens tonight but i am a full believer that eddie's big arc this season (or next season, depending) is that the reason none of his past relationships worked out is because he's gay (not bi, gay)

disclaimers: i fully believe eddie loved shannon, just not the way he wanted to. you can also be gay and still enjoy heterosexual sex. sometimes sex really is just sex. this post is purely about romantic attraction.

I also tried to leave as much out about buck as possible (though that's hard, the man is obviously an integral part of his life) because gay!eddie diaz will happen no matter if buddie is endgame, and people need to realize that. their sexualities are more than just about each other.

anyways, on to the post-

it's canon that eddie will put christopher first when it comes to deciding relationships, and i think we first see that with shannon. rewatching season 2, i didn't get the impression that he wanted a romantic relationship with her, but he wanted her back in his son's life, and to eddie, those two go hand in hand.

and, if we're being honest, i think eddie's habit of putting other people first is the whole reason he got with shannon, because his family taught him that he was supposed to find a nice girl and settle down. who better to do that with than his best friend? my theory is further proven when shannon gets pregnant and eddie marries her out of a sense of duty, and then immediately ships off to afghanistan under the pretense of "providing" (and isn't it something that he picks a profession where he'll be away from his family for months at a time)

the only reason eddie returned is because of the helicopter crash, to which shannon immediately started talking about moving to california. while i believe that wanting to rest after the crash could be part of the reason he was hesitant, i think there was also a fear of what would happen when he was no longer near his family he was trying to please.

of course, eddie eventually moves to la after getting a job offer from both lafd and chicago. carla mentions that it is only thirty minutes from shannon, and while that could be because he wanted to reconcile, i think it was more to do with wanting to have his son's mother near. that, and lafd is the best in the world (according to eddie)

eddie only kisses shannon in 2x07 after she does her family interview for the school. this specific fact coupled with the absence of the eddie diaz heart eyes™️ (which, despite his closing off at the beginning of the series, we'd already seen in 2x01 when he and buck call truce) makes me believe he realized he could trust her and wanted her back in his son's life, and the way to do that was to get back together.

"but they hid their relationship for a while" eddie was still scared. comphet is a real thing, and causes people to act on things they necessarily don't want. i believe he pursued a romantic relationship with shannon because that's what she wanted, and if he kept her happy, she wouldn't leave again. this is why i wish we could've seen divorced shannon/eddie instead of her dying immediately, and i wonder if maybe it would've sped up the whole deconstruction process for him.

the next time eddie dates, it's with ana. on paper, ana is the perfect wife for him. she's a teacher, knows how to handle kids, is latina, the whole package. eddie tries so hard to make it work, that it actually does, and this causes him to panic. both carla and buck tell eddie not to take just chris into consideration, but to make sure he wants it too, and after some time, he breaks it off with her. the way ana reacted to the breakup makes me wonder if she could also sense the reason for the breakup.

marisol is where it starts to get tricky, but i feel like we've seen enough (or not enough) in these four episodes to piece some information together. chris is the one who encourages eddie to call her, and that makes me wonder if that's the reason they're still together. before the promo of the bucktommy date eddie and marisol crash, we only got two mentions of marisol, and both times was in relation to her helping with chris. at this point, eddie has spent more time with tommy than he has with marisol, as far as we're aware.

the synopsis of tonight's ep says that eddie and marisol "take a closer look at their relationship" and given that we haven't seen much of them on screen, it makes me wonder what this could be about. does it maybe have something to do with them crashing the bucktommy date?

obviously, i wouldn't be mad if eddie turned out to be bi. however, to me, all of his relationships seem be a big case of comphet. speaking from experience, as someone who's pursued relationships with men purely because that's what i was expected to do, not because i actually wanted to be with them. and just like eddie, there was a time where if my best friend (who was of the opposite gender) had asked me out, I would've said yes and married him had it come to that, because it would've made my family happy. i've gotten to a point where i don't care what my conservative family thinks or wants, and i truly believe that this season, we'll see eddie get to that place to.

if you've made it this far, thank you for listening, and here's to hoping we get gay!eddie tonight.

tag: @queeredmundo

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fandomlurker333 · 9 months ago

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Fundamental Forces (Challengers Fanfic)

Author's Note: Wow! It has been a LONG time since I wrote fanfiction. I can't believe it's Challengers (2024) that got me to do it, but I LIVE for Patrick's chaotic Bi energy, Art's hidden vindictiveness, Tashi's intolerance for bullshit, and a messily drawn triangle where the angles are trying REALLY hard to touch.

This is basically 900 words of character study, but it's got dashes of both Patrick/Tashi and Patrick/Art. I hope it scratches someone's itch.

Patrick knows he’s a fucking irredeemable piece of shit because sometimes he wishes his mother had died of breast cancer. Or that his dad had been a raging alcoholic — the kind that shouted obscenities and backhanded him across the face when he’d pissed him off. Sometimes he wishes that any of the Nannies he had until he was 11 years old had touched him wrong. Or that he’d killed his first high school girlfriend driving tipsy after junior prom.

Instead, Patrick had a perfectly normal childhood.

His mother brought flawless cupcakes to every school bake sale, was punctual for every parent-teacher conference.

His Dad worked a little too much, maybe, drank one scotch too many on hard days. He always knew it and always put himself to bed early when he did.

His parents were together seven years before they had him. Married, in their late twenties. He was part of the plan.

Both come from money. They like each other well enough. They have a stable, comfortable arrangement that suits them. Perfectly normal.

There’s no explanation for why Patrick came out wrong.

&&&

Tennis is all he's good at.

He's no good at school.

Or saying nice things to people.

Or staying in one place for very long.

It's just tennis.

That's his one good trick.

&&&

He’s sitting in a classroom with eighteen other kids and one of the girls has already taken her test up to Ms. Larken’s desk. He knows because he saw her shoes — sparkly green jelly sandals. They glitter in the sunlight that slants through the window.

So, Kelly has already taken her test up and Patrick’s palms begin to sweat. He’s been staring at the same question for 19 minutes. They have 30 minutes to complete the exam.

He doesn’t know the answer. He doesn’t know for sure. He knows the formula. He recognizes the triangles. He’s flipped his paper onto the blank side and redone the calculations over and over, fit the numbers together in every way imaginable. But he still doesn’t know the answer. Not for sure.

He’d sped through the first half — questions one to twenty-two. They were easy. This one should be easy too. It’s all the same section of the textbook he’d memorized. They talked about it in class three days ago. He knows…

He doesn’t know the answer. There’s something hot and sharp squeezing in his chest. The air around him feels so thick, he could choke.

He flicks his eyes up to the clock again and it’s been 23 minutes.

It’s not enough time. He’ll get it wrong. Every question matters.

Dread pools in his belly. Blood pounds in his temples, behind his ears, in the hollow of his throat.

The graphite tip of his pencil snaps beneath his thumb.

At the 30-minute mark, Ms. Larken asks them to bring up their tests.

Patrick rips his in half and stuffs the unanswered questions in his mouth. He stumbles out of class with no direction, chewing the paper until it becomes a mass of wet pulp on his tongue.

He swallows it.

&&&

Patrick’s parents put him in a boarding school that allows personalized curriculums.

He almost never takes tests.

So, he’s almost never terrified of getting it wrong.

&&&

Tashi Duncan is everything Patrick wishes he was for real — confident, irresistible, commanding, magnetic, and more than anything…a winner.

He wants to be her as much as he wants to fuck her. That is some confusing shit right there.

She’s a firecracker. He can’t hold her in his hands for long. She burns too hot, too fast, too bright. Despite himself, he loves feeling the spark and heat of flame bite at his fingertips.

He loves her. Or he thinks he does, in whatever way a 19-year old self-obsessed fuck up can love a person.

Being with her is like jumping feet first off a moving train. She exhilarates and scares him in equal measure.

He knows the likelihood of survival is not great. She may destroy him, but he’ll relish screaming all the way down.

Patrick thinks he remembers feeling something similar when he first met Art. Not nearly as violent, but just as disorienting.

A sense of inevitability, of falling helplessly into whatever they were — no control, no foresight, no time to change a damn thing.

Making Art his best friend felt natural; liking him, wanting to be around him, was innate. He’s never thought about something less than he did the first time he slung an arm around Art’s neck and reeled him in.

His 11-year-old self wouldn’t have described it this way, but in hindsight, Art was immediately necessary to him. Like, the moment they met was the moment Patrick recognized he had always been part of the fabric of his reality.

Tashi feels like centrifugal force — she hurls him away from his center, pushes him off kilter, makes him adjust to find his balance over and over. He likes being kept on his toes. He likes to imagine them balancing on the tightrope together — her as graceful and agile as she is on the court, him scrambling to keep afloat with her — all spit, grit, and dogged determination.

Art, though, Art has always felt like gravity. He grounds Patrick’s flightiness, weighs him down in the here and now. He’s the constant, steady force that keeps Patrick from drifting off into space, floating aimlessly with no direction. It’s easy to take him for granted, to forget how important he is because he is always always there.

Until he isn’t.

Neither of them are.

And Patrick is lost.

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obsidiancreates · 11 months ago

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Catching Up (With No Murders This Time!)

(I just wanted Shawn and Abigail to like, see each other again and get a little closure since they broke up under such horrible circumstances.)

"Hey, sweetheart. I just wrapped up a case and I just so happen to be next to that awesome bakery you love, do you want- sweet! Uh, no, no Gus with me, your croissant will make it to you with no bites taken out of it. ... No, I'll buy my own so I'm not tempted either. Yeah, well, Selene called and told him Charlie is running a fever so he sped off before I even finished the wrap-up. Oh, gotta go, someone is about to try and get the last Nutella-filled one."

Shawn hangs up and rushes up to the counter as the person who's eyes were lingering on the Nutella-filled croissant is about to order. "You know, I am amazed you guys still make these, because I heard that hazelnuts and chocolate combined can give you hair loss."

The woman freezes, and Shawn almost does a little celebratory shimmy- until she turns around.

Shawn's mouth parts in shock. "Abigail?"

"Shawn?" Abigail blinks. "Are you really..." She leans in and whispers, "Why are you in San Fransisco?"

"I- I uh, moved here. A few years ago with- uh, well with my wife." He holds up his hand. Please don't let this be awkward, please don't let this be-

Abigail holds up her hand, showing off her own wedding ring. "We match."

A tension Shawn hadn't realized he was holding bleeds out of him. "Look at that!" He grins at her. "Who knew us crazy kids would ever find that, huh?"

"Who knew. ... Oh, you um, wanted the Nutella."

"Yeah, if- it's Jules's favorite so I just-"

"Jules? The detective you worked with? ... Actually, that makes sense."

"... Is that a... bad, 'that makes sense'?"

"No, just... it makes sense. Here, uh, I'll have the regular chocolate instead. My husband is allergic to hazelnuts anyway, I'd have to brush my teeth before kissing him, it's... a whole thing."

They order, and sit together while waiting for the coffees.

"So, um... how long have you been married?" Abigail asks before taking a bite of her pastry.

"Let me see, uh... six years, now? ... Holy crap, I've been married for six years. ... What uh, what about you?"

"Four. We met through the program I do, for teaching abroad."

"Ha, that's cool. I'm a detective, I married a detective, you're a teacher, you married a teacher... fits, it-it fits good."

"Yup."

"... Sorry about uh... all the stuff I put you through, back then. Taking you to crime scenes and client's houses was a little-"

"Stupid?"

"I was going to say offbeat, but... stupid works too." They both give a small laugh. Shawn awkwardly picks at his own pastry, Jules's sitting in his lap. There's a beat of silence that's just agonizing.

"How's Gus?" Abigail looks up at Shawn again. "I mean, I just assume you're both still doing the psychic detective thing."

"Oh, Gus is great. He uh, he got married too, about four years ago now, just before the whole uh... pandemic, thing. She's basically a clone of him, but a woman, and they've got a kid."

"Let me guess. You're the godfather."

"Which still freaks me out, by the way. He's a great kid though. Smart and awesome, just like his dad, and it looks like he got The Super Sniffer too. Gus says it's too early to tell, but-" Shawn puts a finger by his temple. The movement feels weird. He hasn't really leaned into the whole "psychic" thing for a few years now, and when he does he usually use the finger-to-eyebrow device anymore. When was the last time he did? ... Dear god, it's been ten years. Ten years since he moved out of Santa Barbara.

"Time really flies," he finds himself saying."

"Tell me about it." Abigail shakes her head. "My husband and I adopted, about two years ago now, and she's just... shooting right up. When she started walking I couldn't believe it."

"Gus couldn't either. I think he showed me the video about a billion times."

"Crying?"

"Absolutely weeping, yes."

"Nice to know some people never really change."

"Mmmm, I wouldn't say that. He's done some pretty badass stuff since you last met him."

"You do know that seems... a little far-fetched."

"More far-fetched than the time we had to prove a polar bear was framed for murder?"

"... I'm not sure if I believe you about that."

"If we had time, I could condense each little weekly adventure into about a forty-three minute story each."

"That's not very condensed."

"... You're right, it's not." Shawn nods, and looks up as the bell on the door jingles- he hears Abigail laugh a little about it and mumble that yeah, people don't really change.

The man at the door spots Abigail and grins. Shawn hones in on a wedding ring, a tie with Abigail's favorite flowers as the design, and hair that just may rival Shawn's own.

"Hey, honey." The man sweeps right over to Abigail and leans down to kiss her in her chair. "Finally sorted out the issue with our plane, we should be on our way day after tomorrow."

"Oh, thank god," Abigail groans, holding her husband's hand as he pulls over another chair to sit next to her. "I'm so tired of hotel food."

"You and me both," her husband chuckles. He looks at Shawn. "Who's this?"

"Oh, um, this is Shawn Spencer."

"Ooooh, you're the guy who took her to a crime scene as a date one time."

"Guilty," Shawn says with a laugh.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. Good things!"

"And some not-so-good things, I'm guessing?"

"No, no. ... Not about you as a person, anyway. Plenty of bad things about your job."

"Yeah, I figured. ... Oh, there's our coffees." Shawn takes his paper tray with 4 coffees (Gus and Selene will need them) and stands up. "Well, this was totally unexpected, but I'm glad it happened. It was nice seeing you again, Abigail."

"Nice seeing you too, Shawn." She smiles at him. "I'm glad you're doing well."

"Me too. Doing well is pretty great. Oh, and, glad for you, I guess."

Abigail laughs again. "Bye, Shawn.

"Bye, Abigail."

He walks out of the bakery, the sound of Abigail chatting with her husband following him until the door closes. She sounds happy. Happy and relaxed in a way that even on their best days, she never was with him. And he's glad.

He's just genuinely happy for her. That's a really, really nice feeling. No jealousy, no feeling of missed chances, no wondering of 'what-ifs'. Just... actual, authentic happiness that she's doing well.

He tucks Jules's croissant into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"... Hey, babe! Yeah, got the last Nutella for you, and a coffee. ... Yup, that perp was our case. Really? Described being caught by 'some kind of ninjas or something?' Well, babe, as much as I'd love to tell you I've secretly been a martial arts master our whole marriage, you can put in your report that he's absolutely lying because he's very embarrassed. Truth is Gus accidentally knocked over some marble statue onto him while he was chasing me through the art exhibit. ... Can I fill out the statement later tonight? I got coffee for Gus and Selene too. Awesome! I will hang around to tell you who I just ran into, though. Of course I'm neglecting paperwork in favor of personal matters, if I ever don't then your husband has been replaced by a pod person. Okay, love you, I'll be there as soon as I find a ride..."

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h-c-u · 2 years ago

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Unhealthy Obsession

Summary: The one where Slider is obsessed with you, but you were obsessed with him first

Pairing: Ron "Slider" Kerner x stalker fem!reader

W/C: 7.6k

Rating: +18, stalking, age gap, size difference, creepy and unhealthy relationship, psycho reader, underage reader in the beginning (no descriptions of sex until she's 19), mentions of other people having underage sex.

TWs: Stalking

A/N: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. You are responsible for the media you consume.

Taglist: @jovialladyaurora

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You were just a few weeks shy of 17 when you saw him for the first time, and right then and there you knew that he was yours and you were going to be his... He just didn't know it yet.

He came to your high school with his friend who was giving a speech about how important the Navy is, and why all of you should consider joining, although he didn't exactly look like he believed in what he was saying, at least not to a bunch of teens. You didn't care about the rear admiral of whatever though... Instead, your eyes were glued to his shadow, leaning back on a very uncomfortable chair... He looked as if being here was a punishment, and you couldn't blame him, because you hated this place with passion. And he was just so easy to look at, all nonchalant, skillfully playing with a butterfly knife without any care in the world, and you couldn't help but wonder what else his fingers could do. You knew that one day you would find out, but for now - you just wanted to know his name... The patch on his uniform only said "Slider", and you smirked as soon as you were able to decipher it from afar. But that wasn't enough to find him...

Finally, you overheard him introduce himself to your English teacher after the whole presentation. Ron Kerner... He was laying it thick, and she was blushing. Oh well... you never liked that bitch. You took a very calculated look at them both and noticed the knife sticking out of the back pocket of his pants. One more look around, and no one was paying attention to anyone, people were walking briskly away from the corridor, and it wasn't that uncommon to bump into someone if you were not careful.

You were very fortunate to have a best friend who was your literal ride-or-die, and one look between you two was enough for her to see that you were in your little psycho mode, and she was already jumping in on it. You grabbed her by the wrist and both of you jogged towards your man. Just as you were getting closer, you pulled her in, so from the outside it looked like she accidentally shoved you. Enough for you to glide against his back and lift the knife from his back pocket, but not enough for you to land on the floor. Before both of you sped up, she shouted sorry, and dragged you around the corner, pushing your back against the wall.

- You always choose them hot... - she whispered, grabbing your hand, which was wrapped around the stolen black butterfly knife, and forcing you to present your trophy. She hummed, a little bit impressed with your pickpocketing skills

- After all, I chose you too, didn't I...? - you laughed, but when she reached to grab the knife you shot her a warning look, and she backed off immediately. Even though you shared almost everything, there was still respect for the few boundaries that were left. Well... When it mattered.

- You did. What's your plan...? - she took a quick look around the corner, and let you know it was safe to watch, so you peeked at him again.

- I'll just take him... - you said with a dangerous smile, while he was still flirting with your teacher. - It will take some time and a lot of effort, but he's the last one... I can feel it... - Heather looked at you instead at him, and something in your eyes told her that this time you were serious, and it made her sad a little because it meant an end to a certain era.

- What are we doing about her? - she asked, and she didn't even have to add anything else for you to understand exactly who she was talking about.

- It's an old building... So many things are worn to the point of danger... And it's so easy to just... slip... if you're not careful. - the devious smile crept on your face, especially when you saw that he put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him and you clenched your jaw. It would be so easy for you to unravel and lunge at the older women, but you knew it wouldn't work to your liking in the long term... You had to be patient.

- Noted... Leave it to me... - she leaned a bit closer to you and put a hand on your hip. - Do you think he's got a record? - she asked quietly, and you liked where her thoughts were going.

- I don't think so... Military and all... And even if he did something illegal, he might have gotten away scot-free... But... We can still check. - he finally left the woman alone and flustered, because his friend called him and let him know that it was time to leave.

- What are you gonna do about Matty...? - Heather leaned back when he finally disappeared from your line of sight, giving you more room to breathe.

- I can prep him for you if you want... He would give you a sweet, perfect, pillow-princess life that we all know you deserve. - you flashed your teeth at her, and she laughed out loud at the thought. You honestly liked Matt; being his girlfriend without that might have been a bit hard. But you knew from the beginning that it just wasn't… it. But his parents were loaded and more than fine with you staying there most nights, since they knew your situation.

You never knew your parents, and the idea of adoption never stuck with any of your foster families. Well, you didn't blame them, because when you were a kid, you didn't know how to keep your psycho in check. Now things were different... You were much crueler and more calculated, but only when you were sure that you could get away with it; you had to learn that the hard way... But it was already too late for you to find a good home since most families wanted kids young enough to call them mommy and daddy, so you had to find a way to get a good life on your own. And the simplest option was to marry into a good, naive family, and Matt was exactly that for you, a means to a good life... Well, until today.

- Nah, we both know I'd suffocate. Milk him for all you can till the last possible moment. - Heather gave you a soft smile. - And maybe make him buy me a nice, expensive purse for my birthday... - she laughed, and you were finally ready to move.

- Deal. - she wrapped her arm around your waist and led you both out of school.

It didn't take you long to get to the police station, where the sheriff was already waiting for Heather, and when she was screwing him in the bathroom, you snuck into his unlocked office - perks of a small town; everyone trusted each other. But leaving your login and password on a sticky note taped to the monitor was just stupidity; you weren't complaining about that though.

It wasn't the first time you found yourself searching through all the databases that this shitty department had access to. It took some time to load everything, but you were able to find a file with his name from over 20 years ago, which must have been before he joined the Navy; fortunately for you - it wasn't sealed. And just like that you had all his details, including the address, although you doubted, he still lived there. But there was also a mugshot, all beaten and bloody, but with a cocky smile lighting up his face as if he didn't regret anything he did. You quickly skimmed through the file to learn what he did, and you couldn't help but grin. He beat up 6 other guys for trying to gang up on some girl. He was released the next day, but there was no information about what happened after that.

You quickly printed two copies of the file and deleted the information about your search, although you seriously doubted that anyone here would realize what happened. You waited patiently in front of the building for Heather, and it didn't take long; they never lasted long with her... But fucking the sheriff had its perks, especially when her afterschool activities weren't exactly legal.

- Got what you wanted? - she asked as soon as she opened the door, and you nodded with a smile, file safely tucked away in your bag. - Great. Do you want to spend the night and brainstorm...? - like she had to ask. You loved her to bits, and you knew exactly how lucky you were to have someone as crazy as you, either to keep in check, or push you to extremes, and Heather was perfect in balancing both sides of you.

- With you? Always! - you laughed and grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. In another life, she would have been the love of your life and you would ride into a sunset together, but in this one, you were more likely to blow up the factory and walk away from it, with explosions behind you.

Her house was modest, a complete contrast to her personality, clothes, and accessories, but it's not like she could flaunt her money in front of her grandma, who was her legal guardian. Although considering how oblivious she was, you wouldn't be surprised if she didn't even notice.

It took both of you a few hours of intense research to find all the necessary details and make a plan based on them.

You found out that Captain Ron Kerner was a highly decorated RIO, but it was hard to find much more about specifically him. Fortunately, there was information about how to get in touch with former and active members of the military via a specific office. And Heather also found information about the Naval Academy archive, where some of the files were kept, so you knew that sooner rather than later, there will be a road trip in your plans.

You also learned more about the Navy recruitment process because you already knew that you were going to change your whole carrier path just for him. Technically you would be able to apply in less than a month if you wanted to go the more... traditional route. But you wanted to be a pilot, to be close to him, and the Naval Academy wouldn't admit someone without a high school diploma, so you would have to wait two more months until graduation.

The Naval Academy itself would last 4 years, but in the end - it would have been worth it... For him, you were willing to starve yourself and live off the crumbs, because the meal you'll be eating till the end of your days would be better than ambrosia.

The second time you saw him was during your third week of boot camp and it took all your self-control not to throw yourself at him when you saw him sitting in a white plastic chair, all smug and with one leg thrown over the armrest, reading a newspaper, while his group of newbies was doing push-ups on rough sand. It was so easy to imagine sliding in between his thighs, undoing his pants, and taking his whole length into your mouth... But it wasn't the time just yet. You needed him wrapped around your finger and not thinking about you as a one-night stand.

But you still couldn't help yourself, and you messed up your exercise on purpose to get more laps at the end of the day, just so you could spend more time outside and catch a glimpse of him every three minutes when you were at that specific part of the field. You felt like a drug addict with the next dose dangling right in front of your face; like he was a magnet pulling you in with such strength, that you couldn't lose focus even for a second, because if you did – you would mess everything up.

And yet it still didn't stop you from sneaking to the men's locker room at the end of the day, when you noticed him going in there. You knew that at this time every single recruit would be eating dinner, so the chances of anyone catching you there were minimal. You were just hoping to catch a glimpse of him, maybe smell what type of gel he was using, but you got so much more...

The loud sounds of water drowned your light steps when you got to the common area, wrapped only in a towel, so you could use getting lost as a possible excuse if needed. Only one of the stalls was occupied and the shower curtain was almost entirely drawn, but there was a maybe... 3-5cm gap through which you were able to see him... Well, his back, to be more specific. The water was cascading over his neck and back muscles. One of his hands was on the wall in front of him and the other was lower, moving around his abdomen in a slow but rhythmic pace... And then you heard his moan... It shot straight through your core, and you had to put your hand over your mouth not to reveal that you were there.

You tried moving to a different spot in hopes of seeing more from a different angle, but it was futile. So instead, you leaned on the wall close to the door, and keeping your eyes on him, you moved one of your hands under your towel. He was just a couple of meters away from you and you could almost taste him in the steamy air. You wanted nothing more than for him to sink into you and use you in any way he wanted... But for now, the knowledge of him getting off with your eyes laser-focused on him had to be enough, and with Slider so close, it didn't take you much time to cum and drench your hand with your own release. Thank gods the floor was already wet, and you were wrapped in a towel.

And then the water suddenly stopped, so you reached for the door handle, but before you left you couldn't help yourself from grabbing a t-shirt he was wearing earlier today from a bag on the bench, and then you bolted outside, not really caring about much more.

After the shower encounter you had to wait much longer to see him again, but you knew that was a possibility due to the nature of his career. It didn't change the fact that you still craved him with every atom of your body, so when you heard his voice... You had to lean on the wall not to fall over. It took you a moment to compose yourself, but when you eventually did, you turned around, so you could look at him speaking with one of the commanders you knew you should remember the name of, but you didn't. Slider was asking about the exact group size, and you instantly got curious, so you stayed back to learn even more.

He was about to do a guest lecture for a class two years above you and hell would have to freeze over for you to miss it. So, after overhearing the lecture's name and the room number, you came up with a plan for how to sneak into the auditorium. It wasn't exactly hard, because there were over one hundred people waiting, and because it was a mix of few groups, no one knew everyone. You made sure to sit in the back of the auditorium, but not entirely in the back, so you wouldn't stick out on the background of mostly much taller, male aviators who occupied the last few rows.

By this time, you already knew about every non-classified mission he was a part of, whom he flew with, and who his friends were. You knew all his grades, memorized his dissertation, and every published essay he was a part of creating... You were basically a walking encyclopedia on Captain Ron Kerner, thanks to the files available in the academy.

But then the attendance list was read out loud and your name wasn't on it. The guy next to you gave you a dirty look when he realized that, but you just shrugged and mumbled something about talking to the teachers after the lecture, because you didn't want to interrupt now. But then, as the presentation was loading up on the screen, someone else realized. You could tell Slider noticed you for the first time ever and was about to call you out, so you did the only thing that came to your mind which was placing a finger on your lips, as if you tried to shush him, and winking at him, and as soon as you did that, he gave the most beautiful, jaw-dropping smirk that almost made you blush. But he didn't draw attention to you, although his gaze stopped at you a few times over the whole lecture, which contents you wouldn’t be able to recall even under torture.

Although you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you over that desk and fuck you so hard you would have bruises to remember him by, you focused on the bigger picture; it was too early. So, you snuck out of the auditorium about 10 minutes before the end of the lecture, without drawing any attention to yourself and left for your next class, trying your best to come up with a good excuse for why you missed the last one.

The next morning you just happened to hang out in the guest area, pretending you were waiting for someone, and not at all because you wanted to see in which room he was staying. He didn't notice you this time, his attention fully on one of the 4th year students, or rather - her breasts. you dutifully noted all you could about her to find her in the records later today. When they disappeared behind the corner, you went into the hall they emerged from and entered his room as if you were supposed to do that, and because of the confidence in your moves, nobody questioned you. It wasn't the first time you used the master key you stole from the cleaning crew during your first week here, and it definitely wouldn't be the last, but it would be the most memorable.

It wasn't the place he was living in, so it didn't have many marks that he was there, but still... The sheets in his bed were stained with his cum, which you found atrocious because you wouldn't let one drop go to waste, so that bitch definitely deserved what will come for her... His clothes were bundled up in his bag, and you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he wouldn't be back for a while, so you took out every single item from his bag and analyzed every detail. It wasn't much, just regular things a person would need during a three-day trip, but now you knew what type of soap and toothpaste he was using. He even had his cologne in the bag, and you just had to put it on your wrists and behind your ears.

You looked at your watch... If you stayed any longer, there was a high chance that you would be late, but you didn't know when would be the next time you'll be able to see him, so you chose to live a little... You climbed into the bed he had sex on last night, unbuttoned your trousers, and slid your hand under the material. You knew your body well and you knew where to rub, what to pinch, and where to push to get off as quickly as possible, and you did just that. It wasn't even two minutes before you were on your stomach, ass high up in the air and your face smashed against the pillow in search of the slightest trace of his scent. And when you finally finished, you had to bite on the material not to let anyone in the neighboring rooms know what you were doing there.

You unintentionally left a wet imprint of your mouth on that pillow, but you were 90% sure it would dry out before he comes back, so you honestly didn't care... And even if he realized, it's not like he could connect you to this small breaking and entering. Before you left, you grabbed one of his boxers from the bag, as a souvenir; it's not like he was going to miss them...

Next time you didn't exactly see him, only his gear in the locker room... Which meant that he was leading a flying exercise you unfortunately somehow missed. But you still waited patiently to see if he'd show up to collect it, but he didn't, which left you a little bit disappointed, because you haven't seen him for almost half a year now... But you still kept your eyes on the bigger picture, so instead of doing anything stupid or making a scene, you cut the straps of his helmet with the knife you stole from him the first time you saw him, which you started keeping on you after one of the guys from your year tried to do something he definitely shouldn't.

Back in your room, you cut the leather even more and sewn it back together, so it could be worn as a bracelet, and no one would be wiser. And after you put it on, it never left your wrist, serving as a reminder of what was about to come.

It was four months later when you met him next time... One of your teachers actually officially introduced you two together when you stayed longer to discuss a project you were working on. You didn't even know he was even in the academy because there were no guest lectures planned for the next week, so that meant he was here for something else.

- Pleasure to meet you, sir. - you donned your most neutral smile, but you could tell that he recognized you.

- I feel like I know you from somewhere... - there it was, that cocky grin that made your knees go weak, but fortunately you were already leaning on the desk, so you didn't fall over right then and there. - Have we already met? - he dug a little bit deeper, and you had to actively fight your body, so it wouldn't do anything stupid.

- I don't think so, sir. At least not officially... I was a spectator on one of your lectures last year, maybe that's it...? - you offered, and you knew that was it. Your brain was singing that he remembered you and that he deemed you worth remembering.

- Ah, you were the stowaway... - he laughed, and you never heard something as hypnotizing. - You weren't on the list, but you were still in the room. - he stated and there was no sense in denying it, so you sheepishly nodded and allowed a blush to show up on your face. It was actually perfect that you didn't have to keep it in check anymore, because it fit the situation, and you didn't have to force yourself to breathe in a specific way. - It's all right, I won't tell anyone... - he took a step closer, put his hand on your arm, and gently rubbed your skin there with his thumb. You could have sworn that there was electricity jumping in between your bodies, and when you looked up to gaze into his eyes... If it wasn't for the teacher still standing behind the desk, you would be pulling Slider into a deep kiss and undoing his pants, and the darkness in his eyes told you that he wouldn't object.

- Thank you, sir... - you whispered. You felt the need to swallow, but your mouth never felt drier. It took all the strength you had to look away and focus on your teacher.

- I should probably go to my next class. Can we finish discussing this tomorrow? - you asked, the blush still present on your face and chest, but from a completely different reason than the two men assumed.

- Sure. See you then. - he replied, and you broke the contact between Slider's hand and your bicep.

- Goodbye, sir... - you said much quieter and then you almost teleported out of the room, but your classes were the last thing on your mind. You quickly ducked into the bathroom and closed the door to one of the stalls to take care of the wet, sticky mess in between your thighs.

He was waiting for you the next day when you left the classroom you met in the day before, and he honestly scared you by saying your name, because you weren't expecting anyone on the other side of the door.

- Good afternoon, sir. - you said matter-of-factly. Today you were much more composed than yesterday. Maybe it was because you knew how close you were to your goal, or maybe the many, many orgasms you reached the night before. Alone, but still...

- Drop the "sir", Doll... You know both my name and my callsign, so why not use one of those? - there it was again... that cocky smile.

- Protocol, sir. – when you said the last word, you looked directly into his eyes and smirked. He laughed and you looked back into the corridor you were taking. He not only waited for you, he was actively following you right now to your next class, and you could feel the looks of other students on you, but you didn't give a fuck. Not when, after almost two years, he was finally paying attention to you.

- You shouldn't make a habit of disobeying direct orders from your superior officer... - he tried to tease, but you just chuckled.

- There is a whole HR department taking care of superior officers who order their subordinates to break rules and laws... Sir...- you teased right back, and you could tell that based on your interaction yesterday he wasn't expecting that. He was expecting a shy, naive, easy-to-manipulate girl that he could use and throw out, but you clearly had other plans. And since he was already interested, the hardest part was behind you. Now you had to remain challenging enough for him to have fun thinking he was seducing you, which was really as challenging as you wanted to be because his pride was even bigger than his muscles.

- Ah, touché... - he raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, but he didn't stop following you. - How about a private lesson then...? I could help you with your engineering project. - he offered, and you had to fight the smile, because you knew what he really meant by that.

- Thank you, sir, but respectfully no. I really have to work on it, and everyone knows how the "private lessons" with you can end. Especially the ones in your room. - you sighed, pretending to be just a little bit annoyed. Of course, he had a reputation. You knew every single one of his conquests because making their life miserable was one of your favorite hobbies. But he didn't need to know that... At least not yet.

- Oh yeah...? So, I have that kind of reputation...? - he tried to joke, but you shot him a warning look. You could easily bruise his ego by telling him that girls talk and imply that the things they were saying were not always good, but that might have been too much. - How about we meet in your room? That way your roommates can chaperon and make sure that I'm keeping my hands to myself...? - he offered, and you pretended to carefully consider his proposition.

- Fine. But just schoolwork. I really have to finish this project. - you eventually replied. - Room 312, 6:30 PM. Don't be late... Sir... - he chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

- It's a date. - he laughed just as you were reaching the classroom you were about to have the next lesson in.

You didn't finish the project that evening because both of your roommates were magically busy all night. And you had nothing to do with that. Not at all.

He honestly did try to take you out on dates, but before you were able to leave the academy, you just ended up in your room. Or his. Or the janitor's closet. Or the bathroom closest to the exit. Once you even made it to his car, but the car never left the grounds... To the majority of people, from the outside, you were either a cute love story where two people met by accident and fell head over heels for each other, but there was a lot that saw your relationship as inappropriate, due to the fact, that he was a high ranking officer, and you were much younger than him, and they didn't even know the half of it.

With time you started showing him your darker side, and he repaid you by doing the exact same, or at least he thought he was, because you knew it for a long time by now.

But only when you were absolutely sure that Slider was as obsessed with you, as you were with him, you decided to tell him everything. A conversation wasn't exactly your style, though... So instead, you retrieved your special box from the vent and took everything out... The knife you stole from him when you saw him for the first time, the t-shirt that magically disappeared from his gym bag when he was training newbies in boot camp, the boxers he somehow managed to lose when he was visiting the Academy, and his arrest file, from before he joined the navy; the one you printed years ago, while Heather was screwing the sheriff.

You knew exactly when he'd be back in your quarters, so you were ready when the doors opened with a loud slam against the wall, and almost immediately slammed again, this time against the frame. You loved him like that, so eager to fuck you, that he was forgetting his own strength. He started taking his uniform off on his way to the bed, where you were splayed out, lazily reading his file (or rather pretending to read, because you had it all memorized for years now) and playing with a butterfly knife. Only when he unbuckled his belt did he realize from where exactly he recognized that t-shirt and growled so deeply that you felt it in your chest, even though he wasn't right next to you. It took him a few more seconds to recognize other items.

- Mmmmm... My little psycho kleptomaniac... - he purred, kneeled on the bed, and started kissing and licking up your calf and thigh until he got to his boxers. He buried his nose deep and inhaled your scent through the already-soaked material. - How long...? - he asked and bit on the material of the underwear that was one day his. You couldn't help but smile, when he started to remove the boxers with his teeth, dragging them all the way down your legs, until you were no longer wearing them.

- Almost two years before we officially met... - you replied, watching him closely when he started climbing on top of you, kissing, licking, and biting your leg, marking every inch of skin he came in contact with. But before he got to your pussy, you put your leg on his shoulder, stopping him where he was. You knew perfectly well he could easily overpower you by pinning your leg right next to your head and fucking you like an animal, but he didn't... not yet at least.

- Baby... - he pleaded, turned his head to your ankle, and bit it affectionately. But he still didn't move any further.

- You truly don't give a fuck, do you...? - there wasn't even a drop of judgment in your voice, just pure fascination.

- Oh, I want to give you all my fucks... - a devilish grin danced on his lips. - And it's hot... Knowing that you were watching me from afar... - he started moving again, and you let your leg slide on his shoulder until you were able to bend your knee over it. - Stealing my stuff just so you could get a sniff of my sweat... - he continued leaning forward, his torso looming over you. He finally reached your lips and started kissing you with such passion, that for a moment you forgot how to breathe. - I wonder how many times I could have fucked you before we officially met... You see what you did...? Now I'm angry... - you knew he wasn't serious, but it was still fun. - Because you got to know me much sooner. And because I was fucking all those bimbos while I could have been buried deep inside you, filling you with my cum every day... And you would have let me do that day one, wouldn't you...? - he grabbed your leg and pulled it down, so you could hook it around his hips. Even after all the crazy stuff you were doing in bed and out of it, a simple missionary was still your favorite... With his giant, strong body pinning you to the mattress, so you had no means to escape, while you could still stare at each other... Watching how the expressions on your faces changed, how you reacted to the sounds the other made, and devouring each other when all of that wasn't enough.

- You know I would. - you said with a huge grin, while he slowly started sliding between your folds, covering his dick with your juices, teasing you with every move, because he knew how desperate you were for him.

- Tell me about it. - he demanded. - Tell me when you knew you wanted me. - you couldn't stop a soft chuckle from escaping your mouth. You truly were a match made in hell.

- I was still 16, well 17th in two weeks... And you came into my high school with Iceman singing praises about how awesome the Navy was... - He finally dipped his head into your opening but didn't move until you started speaking again. - But I had eyes only for you... - a cocky smile crawled across his lips, while he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. You honestly couldn't remember the last time he had to spend time stretching you, because even on a slow day, you fucked at least four times, and that mixed with the fact that a simple look from him could make you instantly wet... Well... Let's just say that you were always ready for him. - You were sitting a few rows in front of me, playing with that knife... - with your chin, you pointed at the black knife that lay next to the pillow. - And I just knew you were mine and I was yours...

- My perfect… little… psycho… stalker... - he grinned when he finally bottomed out inside you and leaned down to place a hungry kiss on your mouth. - How did you get the knife? - he asked pulling away, teeth still around your lip, and you let him pull you up like that, wrapping your arms around his neck at some point.

- I bumped into you when you were flirting with my English teacher and lifted it from your back pocket then... And Heather was with me, pretending that she accidentally shoved me. - you wanted him to move so badly, but you knew that won't happen just yet. You could feel your pussy stretched and pulsating around him, and you were slowly losing your mind.

- Ah... I think I remember... The teacher was married but still slipped me her number... - he grinned, and you clenched around him so hard that it actually hurt... In that gentle burn kind of way, but still.

- She didn't stay married for much longer... Her husband divorced her for his much, much younger mistress when she fell down the stairs and landed in a wheelchair. - there was something in your smile that told him exactly who was responsible for that unfortunate accident. - I fucked myself with it more times than I can count... - your smile was anything but innocent.

- Oh, baby... I would love to see that... So desperate for me that even the faint memory of my fingers on it could get you off. Tell me more... - he requested with a devilish grin.

- I'll tell you everything, but very pretty, please... Fuck me first... I missed you... - you grabbed a fist full of his hair and tried to pull him towards you, but he resisted.

- You said it yourself... You could have been fucking me for two whole years before we got introduced, so I know you can be patient when you want. You can wait a little bit more... - he teased, and you tried to wiggle your hips, but he had them in an iron grip, his fingers wrapped around almost your whole midsection. Every attempt to move was leaving red imprints of his hands on your skin because he was clenching them even more when you moved. You leaned forward and rubbed your forehead against his cheek.

- Ronnie, please, I can't... I can't think about anything with you inside... Please, please fuck your perfect little psycho into the mattress... - you were rambling, your eyes glossed, your cheeks flushed, and your lips parted and plumped from his bites earlier.

- Oh, baby... I will, I promise... But you gotta tell me more... Come on, you know you can do it for me... - and those magic words were enough for you to start talking. You could do anything and everything for him...

- I joined the Navy just for you... During my third week in boot camp, I saw you under the shower and it got me so horny that I squirted on the floor. That's when I stole the shirt... I got into the academy because I knew you were sometimes giving guest lectures. The day after I snuck into the... - he chose this moment to thrust into you once, and you couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped your lungs, but even if you could... You didn't want to. - Ronnie, please... - you begged quietly, but he didn't move, clearly letting you know that the more you said, the harder he'll fuck you. - The day after the lecture, I broke into your room and masturbated in your bed... And I stole your boxers. That evening when you were supposed to help with a project - all planned. I started training to be a pilot just so there would be a chance that we'd be stationed together... I left everything and did everything just for you... - the sentences coming out of your mouth weren't exactly coherent, but with your every word, he smiled more and more.

- All that just for little old me...? - he teased, but he released his grip on your hips and gently started moving his hands up your body, so they disappeared under the t-shirt that was one day his.

- Come on, we both know that you're anything but little... - you laughed quietly, still absolutely high on his smell, his taste, the delicious stretch he was a cause of. It was hard to think about anything but him... You leaned back a bit, so the bulge on your abdomen was visible even through the shirt; he couldn't help himself, and put his huge hand over it, which made you moan quietly. You loved how small you were compared to him, and how easily you could accommodate any part of him; it was like you were made for each other.

- So, you're calling me old...? - he continued teasing you, and you couldn't stop the tears coming to your eyes... You weren't sad, or angry... You were frustrated and desperate, and you could do nothing about it...

And you loved every second of it.

- I might start to think you're old if you won’t start fucking me, Ronnie... - you whispered, your voice more air than actual soundwaves... You honestly tried to match his energy, but your mind was starting to slowly check out from the overstimulation and hopelessness, but you just knew it will be worth it.

- Oh baby... - he cooed and licked the tears from your cheeks. - I love it when you're so desperate... - he licked over your closed eyes, squeezing a few more drops from under them, and gently blew on your face, drying all the wetness he left behind. - So perfect... Just for me... My perfect little psycho... - he wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you as close to him as possible. - Mine... - he growled and finally started moving you slowly up and down, as if you weighed nothing in his arms, and considering how much he could actually lift, it shouldn't be surprising.

Your moans were obscene and lewd, and he encouraged you to be even louder, so everyone in the dorms would know that you were his, and you happily obliged, because you no longer cared... You were moaning, screaming, crying mess while he was basically using your body like a toy. You begged him to go faster, stronger, deeper, more... But he was still burying himself in you painfully slow, whispering in your ear that if he knew how patient you could be, he would have used that earlier to drive you even crazier, to get you so drunk on his cock that you'd forgotten how to speak, just like you did now because words weren't important for such a perfectly desperate slut like you... And you couldn't even deny that, because the only thing you could think about right now was his dick moving inside you. You were on the verge of breaking completely, but before you managed to whisper that one magic word that could have changed everything, he laid you back on the bed, gripped your shoulders for leverage, and started pounding into you with his whole strength, and you instantly fell apart under him, but he wasn't done yet. He kept his pace, breaking you into smaller and smaller pieces, until there was nothing left behind your eyes.

Your whole body was twitching and spasming, locked in place in his strong grip, and you were overstimulated to the point of blinding pain, but you didn't tell him to stop even then; you knew you could take more, and more he gave. He used your body for his pleasure, letting your walls constantly milk his cock in a perpetuate state of multiple orgasms washing over your body again and again. Until he screamed so loud, everyone in the building had to hear him, and he slammed his hips against yours with such fervor, that you knew you wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow, because your whole midsection would be bruised.

He buried his face in your neck, and even though he collapsed on the bed from the intensity of everything, he still didn't let you go. It took both of you a moment to calm down, with your body occasionally involuntarily twitching from time to time.

- Marry me. - he said and you honestly thought you heard him wrong, so you didn't even bother opening your eyes.

- Hmmm...? - you just hummed, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure and your nose buried in his hair.

- Marry me. - he repeated after he raised his head, so his words were more eligible now. You didn't answer at first, still processing the words. - I'm serious. I'm yours, you're mine. Why wait? - it was as simple as that.

- Hmmm... - you pretended to think about it - Mrs. Kerner does have a nice ring to it... - you laughed quietly and pulled him into a deeper kiss. He started to pull out of you, and a needy moan escaped your mouth, which made him smirk.

- Well, about the ring... - he said, pulling even further from you, and shifted, so his upper body was hanging off your bed. He reached somewhere deep under it, and you could feel the mattress shifting from below for a short moment, and then he moved back on top of you and presented you with a simple silver band with very intricate carvings of wildflowers etched into it. He knew you hated any type of jewelry with gemstones, and you didn't like wearing anything that might catch on anything, so that meant that he either went looking specifically for something he knew you'd love and just happened to find it or had it custom-made.

- You hid the engagement ring under my bed? - you couldn't help but laugh.

- You like going through my things, Doll, and I didn't want you to find it. - well, he wasn't wrong. Although by this time you were doing that with his full knowledge and permission because what was his - was yours, and what was yours - was his.

- What are you waiting for? Put it on! - you sat up and gave him your hand. Literally and metaphorically.

- I was waiting for a yes. - he took your hand to put a perfectly sized ring on your finger.

- Yes. You won't get rid of me that easy. With or without the ring. - you chuckled, admiring the intricate etchings on the silver band, not that they mattered, but you were curious.

- I think we already established that... - he replied with a devilish and pulled you into a kiss.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

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