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y’all so i somewhat finalized my bill cipher human design and i wanted to share :) the reason why i whited the background so much was that i wrote notes about my design choices (some lore based and some funsies based) but they were distracting and my handwriting sucks so i’ll transcribe them after the keep reading thing
- micro fringe bc i thought it’d be cool
- older and baby bill have the same hair bc it was the way his mom cut it and he didn’t want to change it.
- top hat (obviously) for hiding and storing things (dude has no pockets so he just puts things under his hat or tunic)
- eyeshadow (not visible in drawings bc it’s not yellow it’s blue-ish like the fire from his hand), mascara-ed eyelashes, and lipstick. bill seems like the fancy fellow to take pride in modifying his personal appearance especially due to the next thing.
- dude has burn scars everywhere from “the accident” burning was more intense on his body so he hides it but it’s still very visible on his face. these wounds are healed but are pretty gnarly. the ��accident” is also the reason for his lack of a nose. it probably burned or exploded off. bill uses makeup to distract himself from these scars (denial is a river in egypt bill you have trauma!)
- cool mustache. idk it’s cool. i see a lot of human designs give him a beard which is awesome but i wanted to see what a mustache looked like and it really slays
- cane is not only for show! it’s for mobility as well in the instance bill decides to walk/stand. after the accident it became very difficult for bill to use his legs so he usually chooses to fly instead.
-elements of his design/style/clothing represent feminine and masculine traits bc bill is a triangle and he does not care for the binary and honestly he slays
- baby bills eyes are far more dilated due to the medicine given to him to treat his “visions”. safe to say he’s off the meds now.
anyways this is still a wip so i’m gonna improve but what do you guys think? also these are crappy sketches and would nicer digital but i gave up on digital art lolz! maybe one day
#gravity falls#book of bill#bill cipher#character design#it’s my difficult life moment and i get to choose the little guy#evil#mwahahahahaha
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Yandere CEO Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Warning: Toxic behavior, age gap, Violence, death, daddy kink, very toxic, smut, porn with a little plot, grumpy Miguel. Modern au- ish. The reader understands Spanish.
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Prologue: Your mother was the type of mother who would move from boyfriend to boyfriend. She could never keep a man on her hip for a long period of time, which was one of the reasons why your father was hardly present (he passed away when you were young anyway). Every time she got a boyfriend, she would forget that you're her daughter and would always choose the man over you. When she told you about her new boyfriend, you were over it. Nothing's new here. When you first met Miguel, you honestly didn't bother to learn a lot about him or to remember his name; however, he stuck the longest. You were quite surprised when you saw him more often. When you entered your freshman year of college, that's when she announced that Miguel wanted the both of you to move in with him.
You weren't too thrilled, but you were happy that your mom was getting serious about this. Besides, Miguel seems to be a nice gentleman. As the CEO of a science company, it was very impressive that your mom caught someone like him. He had manners and was humble about his success. He wasn't the type of rich man who would spend a lot of time partying and drinking; he was laid-back and spent more time in his office. You also hardly ever see him smile. Not seeing him smile made you wonder about the relationship between him and your mom. Three months after moving in, your mom's old habits came back. She would go out and party with her friends. She would drink wine every now and then. You know she makes bad choices when she drinks alcohol, so when you saw her coming home late and drunk, you were disappointed. She acted like a high school girl, which made you feel embarrassed. A lot of people would tell you to give your mom a break and that having a child can be difficult, so you shouldn't judge a mother for having 'fun'. But when you were little, she was late to pick you up from school because she was too busy at the mall with her friends; it made you feel unnoticed. Or when she would miss your school events when they gave you an award for what you're good at because she was too hungover from last night's fun; it made you feel unwanted. Or when one of her boyfriends dragged you outside of the house because you didn't want to leave so they could have some 'alone time' and your mom yelled at you for not listening, it made you feel unloved. Sure, moms have a right to live their lives, but they also have a responsibility to care for their children.
Your mother never really had a job growing up; the both of you relied on money from the man she would be with. This caused your grandparents to yell at your mom when you were little, telling her that she needed to grow up and get a job. Your mom would reply by saying that she never chose this life, and now that she's in it, she could do whatever she pleases. So to be fair, it's not that shocking that she got involved with a rich guy like Miguel.
Sadly, you can say that your concerns were right. You were in your bedroom. After a year of staying at a luxurious house, you are now sitting in your new bed, hearing an argument between your mother and her boyfriend downstairs. The first time you ever heard them argue was at the moment Miguel caught your mom sleeping with other men.
"You're working all the time, so obviously I'm going to get bored here!" your mother yelled at Miguel.
"Oh, so sleeping with other men while I provide for you is totally acceptable, my bad," Miguel argued back.
"Please is not like you would do the same!" Your mom's hands were flying in the air.
He pointed to her with his eyebrows forward and his eyes getting dark. "No, I wouldn't! Unlike you, I have morals."
"Really!? How about that day I caught you doing you know what!" Ah, yes. The day she caught him doing something quite interesting. "Oh whatever, I'm going out. Besides I have a new man who knows how to pleasure me." You could hear the front door slam loudly. Did your mom leave? Did she leave without telling you? Did she leave you alone with her now ex-boyfriend? Is Miguel no longer in your life?
You looked out and saw, with the little opening from your door, Miguel going back and forth from his bedroom back downstairs. You really make out what you can see, but it was clear that he was carrying out suitcases. Most likely your mom's things. Does this mean you have to move out as well? Do you need to start packing? You got up from your bed as Miguel was entering back to his bedroom pinching the bridge of his nose. "Did my mom leave."
He turned around giving you the usual expression he has. "Um....y-yeah she did."
"I'm sorry, I'll leave as soon as possible I'll just pack my things." You were about to enter your room when Miguel stopped you.
"No!" You stopped your tracks and turned to him. "no...I mean. Stay. I don't know where your mom left and I won't like it if you're out there alone. So stay."
You gave him a nod, "O-okay."
It's been five months since your mother left you with her ex-boyfriend. You tried contacting her, but all the calls and text messages were left hanging. You have no clue where she went. Did she actually forget about you? Was she so caught up with her own drama that she forgot about her daughter? Yes, you're an adult, but she left you living with a stranger.
The communication between you and Miguel has been dry. Well, they're always dry. At times during dinner, it would be quiet that no one spoke. Most times, while he's busy at his office, it'll just be you eating alone. You immediately felt guilty that you were using his money, so you quickly got a part-time job so you didn't have to rely on him. You don't really plan to live with him forever, right?
One day after you finished your classes, you decided to go on an apartment hunt. You really felt more comfortable moving out. You have no business living there. Luckily, you're able to find a small, affordable place to live. Not ideal, but you'll take whatever seems fit.
It was close to your college and it was perfect for one person, which is all you need.
When you went back, you couldn't seem to hide the happy smile on your face that you couldn't see Miguel sitting on the couch in the living room." What are you so happy about?" He questioned.
His voice caught you off guard it made you jump a bit. "sorry, I didn't see you there. Um...I found a place to live, so I would be out of your hair soon." You placed your book bag down on the floor.
He got up from the grey leather slate couch and walked towards you. His white dress shirt could barely hide all his muscles, especially with a few buttons undone, revealing more of his tanned chest. "You didn't have to do that, mi amor."
"Well, I can't live here forever and you are going to move on soon so-" You couldn't even finish your sentence.
"When I told you to stay, I meant it." His hand caressed the side of your arm. " Estas tan hermorsa, mi amor. (You're so beautiful, my love)." He grabbed your chin to lift your head up so your eyes could meet his. His touch made you feel some type of way. His serious look made you feel something. You shouldn't feel this. This isn't okay. He shook his head lightly, "How can you afford your own place?"
"I- I got a part-time job and I've been saving up." You took a step back, but only for him to follow you more in. "I just don't see why I have to stay here. My mom is not here and the only reason why I'm here is because of her."
"Let me take care of you." He leans in closer to you. "Let me be with you." His last words were a faint whisper that you couldn't hear it well.
"Miguel, I don't think this is appropriate?" You moved your head to the side, walking away from him. "It's best if I move. I don't think this is right."
"Stay." He says.
"No, I can't." You reply to him with his back turned to you.
He turned to you. "Please stay."
You looked around the house. "It's the best for the both of us if I move out of here. One day, you'll get a girlfriend." Miguel closed his eyes and shook his head."..And..I'll get a boyfriend."
He quickly made his eye gaze to look at you and with a swift speed, he walked up to you. "Boyfriend?" His speed made lose your breath a bit. Your body tense up at how tall his structure is. "Is that why you wanted to move out? You have a boyfriend."
You looked at him confused. Why does he seem bothered by this? you thought. "huh?- No. I mean, not now at least. But I will eventually. Just like how you'll get a new partner."
"No. I won't allow that to happen." He grabbed the side of your arms a bit harshly.
"M-Miguel?" You breathed out.
"You aren't moving out. You aren't leaving here, and you're certainly not going to have a fucking boyfriend." Miguel leaned into your ear saying all of these things to you and you felt completely frozen.
You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him off a bit so you could get out of his strong grip. You walked away from him so far that you felt the big bookcase behind your back. "What's the matter with you! You're my mom's ex-boyfriend. You're older than me. You aren't the boss of me and you are not going to shove me around like the others!" You felt your eyes get glossy. Your eyes opened wide with now hearing everything you had said. You shouldn't treat him like this. He has given you shelter and food. Without him offering you to stay, you'll be homeless right now. "I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to"
Miguel felt his hands forming a tight fist. "Like the others?"
"No, I don't know what I'm talking about" You palmed your head trying to fix the situation.
He walked closer to you. He didn't break eye contact with you. "Has anyone ever hurt you?" You didn't say anything back which made him frustrated. "Answer me."
You looked up and realized how close he was to you. No matter how far you get away from him, he seems to always find a way to be close to you. "N-no. It's stupid. Just forget what I said. I'll move out and none of this ever happened okay."
"It's not okay! You're. Not. Leaving. Now tell me what you mean by others or I swear I'll do something you won't love." He looked at you with anger in his eyes. He's a very intimidating man. The most intimidating man you ever met. He held your wrist with one of his hands while his eyes were filled with hatred.
You felt your body tremble with his presence." Y-yes. But it wasn't constant. It was just when one of my mom's ex-boyfriends got angry they took it out on me. It's not bad and it's not serious. Please let go of me."
Miguel took a deep breath before letting you go. "I'm not like the others."
"You sure act like them." You said, but instantly regretted it.
"Mi amor, be careful about what you're going to say next. I really, really don't want to hurt you. So please, be a good girl and do whatever I fucking tell you." Miguel lifts his chin up making his statue be more bigger and taller.
"Why can't I leave? Wouldn't it be easier if I left? I won't cause you any more problems if I leave." You plea to him trying to get reason with him.
He walked away from you, throwing his hands around. "Por dios! that's enough about you leaving! I don't want to hear it anymore!" He screamed at you making you feel weak.
"I was wrong about you. I thought that you were good, but I was wrong. You're just like her ex-boyfriends. All of you!Jerks! Now I understand why she did what she did!" You felt your body tremble with how slowly he was walking back to you.
"If you think bringing up that bitch of your mother is going to get me mad then you are wrong. I! Don't! Care! About her! I'm glad that bitch left." He towered over you, "Now, comparing me to those low-life fucking men, you really just want to push my buttons, sweetheart."
"I hate you!" You felt a small speck of tears falling down in the corner of your eyes, feeling it rolling down your cheek.
"Hate me all you want, it won't change the fact that you are staying no matter what. You aren't leaving me." He grabbed both of your wrists pulling you closer to you. He gripped your face, pinching both of your cheeks with his fingertips. "You. Are. MINE!"
He dragged you back to his bedroom. You kept kicking and screaming, but he didn't care, he kept dragging you to his bed. "Please let go of me! I'm sorry!" You begged him to let you go. He opened his bedroom door and pulled you in holding your waist. He threw you on top of the bed. He shut the door and locked it. You quickly pulled yourself together using his pillows as a shield. "Please don't hurt me! Please!" you sobbed.
He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down, sliding you near the edge of the bed. He separated your legs apart and got between them. His eye contact wasn't breaking off with you, following your head movements all around. He grabbed your face again to make you look at him more clearly. "You're gonna behave?" You nodded feeling the hot tears rolling down. "You'll do what I say. You will live here. You will become my wife and you will be mine. End of story."
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The sound of the hot oil and vegetables sizzling filled the entire kitchen. The sound of the front door opening and closing made the chef hurry and place the finished food onto two plates. The chef fixed his white apron and stood by the dining room table with the food ready to be eaten. He saw Miguel waking in wearing his black blazer with his white dress shirt. "Sir, the food is ready."
"Okay, thank you." Miguel took off his blazer letting out a sigh. Work can get complicated for Miguel, so his coming home a little tired was normal. He could hear another pair of footsteps coming closer to him. He looked to his side and saw you standing there.
You stood in front of him with your fingers fiddling with each other. "Hi." You said softly.
He leaned over, giving you a light kiss on the lips. You accepted it. You accepted a lot of things without resisting anymore. He gave a smile and peck on the cheek. "After we eat, I want to take a bath with you."
You nodded as you took your seat on the dining room table. The chef left back to the kitchen to clean up leaving you and Miguel all alone. Not the first time the both of you have been alone, but now it's different. Now you share his bed. Now you give him a kiss on the lips when he leaves for work. Now the both of you shower together and bathe together when he wants to. The first time he wanted to do this, you protested, but it only resulted in him dragging you and stripping you naked.
He hasn't been intimate with you, but you know when that time comes, your cries won't help you.
You've been with him for six months. Six months of you and him sharing a bed together. In total, you've been in the house for two years now. No word from your mother not like you cared anymore. Miguel made you take online college so you don't have to leave the house. As for the part-time job you had, Miguel had to go in and apologize that you can no longer work. Miguel being rich and successful gave him respect for his name so no one questioned him. Miguel brought in his lawyers to deal with your bank account so you can use his instead whenever you feel like it. If you want to buy clothes or shoes online or anything that you like, you can get by using his money. Recently, he's been discussing marriage licenses with his lawyers. He does want you to have a big wedding, but to make it easy, just getting your marriage license and certificate was enough.
Besides, who are you going to invite to a wedding you're being forced to.
"How was work?" You asked.
"Tiring. It would be a whole lot easier if these interns knew what they were doing instead of keeping their hands in their pants. I swear they changed the ways of teaching now. Don't know how they graduated." He swallowed his food, taking a sip of water. "Speaking of which, I talked to the administrator and they will accept you in to finish college there if you want it. Sure, it'll still be online, but you'll get the education you want." Due to your mother relying on her past boyfriends to cover her finances, you didn't exactly have the benefits of choosing your dream college. Miguel insisted for him to get you in. "Although, I don't see why you'll need it. You have me." He has told you that you won't need the degree. Why? Your future husband is filthy rich and intelligent. "How about If I gave two options. Choose to finish college or I'll give two days to go outside every week." It's been six months since you stepped foot outside. You remember the last time you were out in public. It was when you were looking for a place to live. Miguel ended up buying that entire apartment building, flipping it and now owns it. He doesn't really go there or actually work there, he just hired people to run it really. Because of this, people loved him due to his kindness in getting people jobs on top of that he gave people good homes at affordable prices. He's a real hero to the people.
Finish college or go outside two times every week. On the one hand, you want to finish your goal to finish your studies. On the other, you really wanted to go outside and finally breathe some air. what is the catch though? What's the point? If you do finish college, that degree will sit in the closet collecting dust. If you choose to go outside, what else will there be to it? Do you want a little bit of freedom you can get? Or waste your time doing something you're not going to need?
Miguel can see your head thinking of these two options. "If choose to go out, I'll hire two bodyguards to be with you at all times."
What to choose? What to pick?
The water of the bath was warm and it felt relaxing. Your back was resting on Miguel's torso. You could feel his rock-hard abs and chest. Your head rested on one of his pecks. You felt his arms embracing you. You felt the warmth of his body all over you. The last of the bubbles from the body wash went away from your body and his. The sound of water wooshing around filled the bathroom. "I want to go outside." You finally said.
Miguel smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.
The smile you had never seen before. The smile you thought that never existed on this man was now showing.
You met two bodyguards Miguel hired. They rarely spoke. They hardly made contact with you which wasn't weird. Miguel told them what they had to do while they were in his home office. You waited outside, ready to go out for the first time in six months.
When they finally got out, they took you outside. Miguel kissed you on the lips and told you to have fun.
The two guards were on your side at all times. Even when you were in the bathroom with a bunch of stalls, the female bodyguard went in with you. When any other male figure even turned their heads to you, the male bodyguard gave them a look. The two guards wore sunglasses so you don't even though the color of their eyes.
One thing for sure though, is that they noticed how you didn't buy anything during your trips to the mall or any store. They dressed this to Miguel since they had to report everything you did whenever you would go out.
Eventually, it led to Miguel talking to you. The both of you were in bed getting ready to sleep when you felt his arm wrapping around your torso. "Don't hesitate to buy anything you want. If you want it then get it, mi amor. My money is your money."
If you spend his money it means that you have accepted this fate. You've accepted him and this new life. Are you ready to accept it?
The sun was shining through making everything hot and glow. The beautiful tiles on the floor and little square pots with trees in every other corner and center. People walk by with their shopping bags looking for their store to shop in. The outside mall is probably one of your favorite spots. Look at you, just like your mother. The two guards by your side, walking along with you. The only thing you got was a pretzel. You don't know what you want? Why are you there in the first place?
You offered your pretzal bites to the guards, but they didn't accept it. They're really serious about this then. You ended up seeing a nice jacket on display. It was a jacket perfect for your style. You entered in looking for it. When you finally found it you checked the price and cringed at how expensive it was for you. Do you really need to spend that kind of money on a jacket? Are you even going to wear it?
You let your mind turn off and your body control you. You grabbed the jacket from the rack and made your way to the front counter. The cashier asked you if you found everything okay and you replied yes. When she said the total, you grabbed the card that Miguel gave you and pressed it on the little card reader. When the machine said 'approved' you sighed with how dumb this decision might've been. You walked out of the store and told the guards that you were ready to go home.
Little did you know that one of your mom's friends saw you walking out?
When you got home, Miguel asked you how the trip to the mall was and the guard told them everything that you did. He then asked to see you wear the jacket. You put on the jacket and showed it to him. He got up from his chair and got closer to you. He palmed your cheek and pulled your face to kiss you on the lips. "It looks gorgeous, mi amor. You look gorgeous."
"I might return it." Still not satisfied with the choice you made. Are you ready for this?
"Why?" He questioned.
"I might not even wear it." You said back to him.
"You could wear it to our first date." He said.
He never took you out on an actual date. He's been too busy with trying to get you used to your life. However, since you have been good lately, he felt like it was ready to take you out somewhere special. "Date?"
"Yes. I want to take you. So, tomorrow, I'll come home early, we'll get ready and enjoy ourselves." He kissed your cheek, tracing his lips closer to your ear. "I want our first time to be special."
You had a hard time sleeping. You kept replaying the things he said to you in his office. When you finally shut your eyes, morning already come. Miguel left early for work so you didn't wake up with him by your side. You had your breakfast that the chef prepared. You went back to the bedroom, walking past your old bedroom that you stayed in. Miguel turned it into a regular guest bedroom or an empty bedroom for future 'family members.' You go through your side of the walk-in closet and pick out an outfit (Whatever style outfit fits you). You laid it out on the bed and started to feel a bit nervous.
You never had a man to treat like this. Is it bad? Is it good? He shut you out from the world and forced you to be with him. Should you be grateful? Is Miguel a complete psycho?
You're going to spend a special night with him. Your first time with him. You never thought it would be him. Yes, he's fit and handsome. Yes, he has everything a woman wants. Yes, he's caring and he's caring to you. Are you ready though?
As hours pass you finally got up and took a shower. You get ready, putting on your shoes that match the outfit perfectly. By the time you finished, Miguel already got home and took a shower. You waited in the living room fiddling with your fingers. Picking a bit of skin in your cuticles. If you had a purse, you would clutch onto the straps. Miguel has mentioned that you don't need to carry a purse when you're with him because he has all you need.
When he got out, he was wearing a dark navy blazer with pants that matched, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. His hair was slick back as usual. You stood up. "eres una belleza, mi amor." he said to you.
He took your hand and led you out of the house and into the back of his black SUV. He sat right next to you with his hand on your thigh. On the ride, you hardly spoke. It was just Miguel talking to you about the place you guys are going. You did wonder where he was going to take you.
When you got out of the car, you saw a big helicopter in front of you. The nervousness came back. You never done this before. You clutched to Miguel's arm for comfort. Really, the only comfort you have. "Don't be scared. I'll be right next to you."
He led you inside the helicopter with his help. You put on the headset and strap in the seat belt. Miguel was talking to the helicopter pilot. The pilot is a dear friend of Miguel and is the one to take Miguel wherever he needs. Miguel pointed out the view by your side and told you to look. When you did, you were in awe at how beautiful it was. All the lights blend in. The sunset setting down. It was amazing.
When the stop was made, Miguel helped you out of the helicopter by grabbing your waist and lifting you down. He held your hand as he guided you inside the big fancy restaurant. The restaurant looked like the inside of a Victorian opera house. You won't be surprised if it was one. The hostess said hi to Miguel and took the both of you into a nice room with a nice round table with a white cloth. It was perfectly decorated. All the staff talked to Miguel as if he was a regular here. Again, you won't be surprised if he comes here often. The hostess handed you the menu, even the menu was fancy. The first thing you did notice was the prices. The prices were through the roof. Not even a side salad was affordable. Do the ingredients have magic powers or something? You thought.
"What're you getting?" Miguel asked, placing the many down on the table. The sound of light jazz music played throughout the restaurant and it sounded like it was live.
"I'm getting (Whatever you want)" You looked out trying to take a peek through the red velvet curtains.
"They're playing jazz on the first floor. They bring in jazz players or pianists to play for the people here. Sometimes an orchestra." He said.
You took a sip of your water admiring the architecture of the place that you are in. When the waiter came in, you told him what you wanted, the same with Miguel. Soon, the both of you are eating the most delicious food you have ever tasted in your life.
"Delicious right?" Miguel saw the way you were enjoying it. You nodded in response. "Five years ago, I went here with some business partners to talk about expanding the way science should be taught. When I first tasted the food, I fell in love with it."
"Your past girlfriends must've been happy being here." You said, softly.
"No. I never took any of my ex-girlfriends here. This is a special place for me. I wanted to bring someone who I knew would enjoy it with me forever. That person is you." He went to grab the check that the waiter put down and put his black card inside, handing it back to the waiter.
He took you back out and enjoyed the night and the stars riding the helicopter. He griped on your thigh as you gripped on his biceps. The wind was nice and it wasn't too harsh so it didn't ruin your hair, but the air felt nice on your skin.
Back home, the lights were dimmed. He started to guide back to the bedroom. This is when you felt fear. You forgot about this part. You were enjoying yourself so much that you forgot the other part of the date. He turned your back to him and started to take off your jacket that you just bought. He held your waist sliding his hand up and down.
He then started to shift your clothes off your body until you were left with your undergarments. He turned you around so you can face him. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his clothes. He tugged his red tie and threw on one of the armchairs, unbuttoned his dress shirt, unbuckled his belt, and zipped his pants. When he was in his briefs, you felt your heart racing.
He went in and kissed your neck. leaving trails of wet kisses all over your collarbone. You felt his fingers trying to unhook your bra, but you quickly grabbed his arms to stop him. "Wait. I don't think I can do this."
He stopped kissing you and pulled away to look at you. "Why?"
Why? Is he serious? Why? "Because I don't want it." You saw him placing his hand on his forehead and his other hand on his waist. "Because you're my mom's ex-boyfriend."
"Ay, que caramba! Por dios! ya estoy harto que tu siempre mencionas esto!" He yelled at you. "I don't love her! I don't care about her! She never meant anything to me!" He bent over and hovered over you, "When I first met her, I wasn't planning on being with her. I didn't like her. But when she introduced you to me, I realized who was meant for me."
"Me?" Your eyes widened with what he just confessed.
"Yes! you! It was a pain to sleep next to her knowing that you were in the other room. It was a pain when she gave me a kiss on the lips when you were sitting there watching. I felt heartbroken for you. For you to see it." His eyes were lighted, " So, I worked long hours so I could avoid her. Never meant to avoid you. It worked because when I found out that she slept with other men, it was enough for me to kick her out."
"I don't understand?" Why not just kick her out before?
"I have control, I do. But when you are there, I can't help myself." Miguel remembered the day your mother caught him jerking off while moaning your name. It was the first argument they actually had without you there. You were attending your college course classes during all of this, so how would you know this happened. Your mother was angry. More angry at you for catching his attention than her. It made sense since he never showed any actual interest in your mother, especially in bed. She also felt embarrassed as well that he was more interested in you than her. So she told Miguel that she would leave and take you far away from him, but he didn't want that. If he kicked her out then she would take you with her. However, when he caught her in bed with another man it was enough to get back at her. He knew that she was money-hungry for men, that she'd choose them over you. So when she found her new toy, she was already on her way out. "I never slept with her, If that's what you're worried about? I never did. Most nights I slept in the armchair so I wouldn't be in the same bed as her. At times I would sleep on the couch and leave for work early."
"So..this entire time you wanted..." You felt so dumb to not notice all the signs. There were no signs at all.
"You. I wanted you. Now that I have you here. Sleeping in the same bed as me, I'm not going to let you go. EVER! I want to marry you, kiss you, make love to you, have kids with you, grow old with you. I want you. I need you. I'll kill anyone and anything that gets in our way." He went on and kissed you deeply. He moved you more onto the bed.
He yanked your bra off your body. He started to massage your breast with his large hands. He gripped the line of your panties and pulled them down. He ignored you. Ingorned your cries to stop. It was so into his own head, he didn't hear your plea.
He pulled down his briefs, feeling his cock hardened. He spread your legs apart and starts to circle your clit. He inserted his finger inside and started to pump in and out. He felt the inside of your walls. When he did enough to get you wet, he inserted his cock inside you. He nuzzled in your neck, kissing you, and leaving hickeys all over your collarbone and neck. He let his cock rest inside your pussy for a while so you can get used to his size. He knows that he's big, so he wanted to make sure that you take him well. The pain was through as you dug your nails on his back. Maybe you should enjoy it? You should be grateful.
He moved his hips slowly, moving back and forth. Soon the pace began to fasten. The sound of the bed creaking filled the room. The sound of his grunts and moans entered into your ear. "Fuck. Yes..ahh..mhm~" He placed his hand on the sides of your head and thrust inside you harder and faster. "You're gonna make me cum, baby."
His balls were slapping your ass as he lifted your waist off the bed and fucked you in harder than ever. Your thighs were vibrating with how fast he was going. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. When he felt like he was going to ejaculate, he embraced you into him, and you felt your breast against his own muscle pecks. "Ah! Fuck! Take my cum, sweetheart." He felt his semen injecting inside you. He felt your womb being filled up that some of his cum spilled out and ran down his balls. You held on to him tight feeling your body being filled up by him. Your thighs shook with how hard he fucked you. Your tears were now dried up and your sobs turned into slight whimpers. You felt your face heating up. An older man just took your virginity. You felt ashamed, but good at the same time.
"I'm not done with you, mi amor." He huffed as the last drop of cum left his still-rocked hard cock. He sat down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. You sat between his legs as he spread your legs apart once more. His fingers went down and started to play with your clit. You covered your mouth to stop you from moaning, but it angered Miguel. "Don't! I wanna hear you, querida"
"M-Miguel...Ahh~ mmm..." You felt his fingers flicking your clit and rubbing it slowly. You wanted him to go faster. His other hand went and groped your breast, he pinched your nipple while rubbing your throbbing clit. "It...Ahhh! it feels good, Miguel! Ahhh~....mmm~...faster please."
"Want me to go faster?" the tip of his finger was gently circling your clit that was begging for him to get abused.
"Yes! Mmmm~....Yes! Please!" Your head was thrown back at the feeling of his touch.
"Yes what, mi amor?" He pinched your clit and moved it side to side, slowly.
"Yes!...oh god!...Mhmmm~...ngh..faster!...." You felt your lips opening your pussy with the amount of pleasure you are feeling. The wetness filled all over your area. You felt wetness and some of his cum leaking out to the bed. Miguel's thought of you squirting all over the bed turned him on even more. The bed filled with your juices made him more horny than ever. You felt his rock-hard cock on your back. It didn't help that with his movements he was making towards your clit was making you squirm your back, rubbing his cock in the process. "Please.. go faster...Ahh!...Ngh...yes Daddy~."
With that, he rubbed your clit at a fast speed. "Like this, mi amor."
Your pussy was getting wet and wet with each orgasm you were having. "Yes..Ahh!..ooh!..mmm~!"
Sweat was dripping down your face and body. "This pussy is so good. I'm gonna fucking abuse this pussy. Yes, baby. Yeah~." He slapped your clit a couple times which caused a few leaks to spray out.
"Yes! Yes!~" Your eyes were closed shut. Your breath was losing control.
"Who's this pussy belong to." He slapped your clit one more time. "Is this daddy's pussy baby..yeah. Fuck! Your so fucking wet." He slapped your entire pussy feeling the wetness on his hand. He rubbed your clit even more but would stop just to see it twitch. "This clit is so juicy. This belongs to me. Look at it throb. Fuck! You're driving me insane amor!"
Soon you felt like you were going to explode. You didn't care about the mess, you wanted the pleasure to continue. You arched your back and felt your pussy squirting all over the bed sheets. A pool of your juices formed under your ass cheeks.
It didn't stop. It never stopped. He inserted his fingers inside you again and played with your walls. He wasn't pumping in and out, he was rubbing your walls on the inside. He opened your pussy even more and you felt another gush of your juices squirting out again. The bed sheets were drenched with all your juices. "It's like a waterfall." He continued to rub your red clit more. He would lick his fingers and go on to flick your clit.
"Oh god! Ahh! Ahh!~" You felt his entire palm rubbing it.
"I want to taste you." He grabbed your clit and abused it even more making you squirt all over.
He picked you up and placed you on the armchair. He kneeled down and spread your legs. He saw a good view of your pussy he began to dive in. He licked you all over. "Fuck! It's so good! Don't stop! Don't stop...oh~" you screamed out. You gripped his head and felt his tongue flicking more of your clit. He felt a small spray of your juices landing on his face. He can't get enough. He wanted to drown in it. "Yes! Fuck me! Daddy! Fuck me! This pussy is yours!" Another gush of squirt left your body. Miguel went in and drank as much of it as he could.
He told you to kneel on the floor and you did. He sat down on the armchair and told you to open your mouth. When you did, he shoved his cock inside your mouth.
You looked at him and felt the warmth of his cock down your throat. He bobbed your head up and down moaning. "Fuck!...you like sucking my cock baby...shit!...mmm~...oh fuck." It didn't take too long for him to cum inside your mouth. He pulled out and let the rest of his cum spray all over your face. "Ahh~...shit....look at you...covered with my semen...Open your mouth, mi amor." You did. You showed him the cum inside your mouth. "Swallow it~"
He wanted to cover you with more of his cum so he started to jerk off. "Touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself, mi amor."
You sat on the floor and spread your legs to show him your full view of your sensitive spot. You never touched yourself before. You picked on your clit and felt it warm and wet. You went all out and fingered your clit with your hand while the other was keeping you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head back. "Look at me. I want to see you." Miguel said, feeling his balls bouncing up and down. You looked at him, biting your lip, feeling tears going down with how good the pleasure was. Your legs couldn't stop shaking with how much you're stimulated. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you felt more squirt coming out of you. You came too early that you wanted to insert a finger inside you. So you ignored that cum and shoved a finger inside. You never felt the inside of your walls. The fact that Miguel was watching it was making you act crazy. "Good girl. Fuck...you're such a good girl.." He huffed and swallowed the little bit of saliva in his mouth. He felt cum about to come out, but he stopped himself making him edge.
You played with your pussy, digging inside and rubbing your walls until you found your g-spot. Your legs tremble as your fingers got covered with more of your own cum. A pool formed on the floor filled with pussy juice.
Miguel moaned out as cum sprayed out of his penis and covered your face.
You don't know how long the two of you were at. He came inside you three more times and made you squirt so many times, you felt your legs going numb.
You don't remember the rest of the night. When you woke up, you felt fresh new bedsheets over you. Your skin felt clean and smooth. When you tried to get out of bed, your legs felt so sore that you couldn't budge.
You heard the bedroom door open and saw Miguel in nothing but sweatpants. "Good morning, mi amor" He was carrying a tray of food and brought it to your side.
"What time is it?" You asked.
"It's already noon. I woke up thirty minutes ago." He placed the tray on your lap.
"You didn't go to work?" You took a sip of the water, feeling your body getting hydrated.
"Why would I go to work after the night we both had." He smiled remembering all of the things you both had done. "Last night..was the best night I ever had. I love you."
He loves you. "I don't..I don't remember what else happened..how-"
He let out a small chuckle, "it's alright, cariño. I changed the bedsheets and gave the both of us a bath. When I put you back on the bed, you immediately knocked out. You were so tired mi vida. Next time I'll go gentle on you, I'm sorry."
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It's been a few days since that night. Everything went back to how it was. Miguel was more physical with you. The two guards were still there when you wanted to go out.
Eventually, Miguel told you that he wanted to take you where he works that way you could have a feel for what he does. He never brought it anyone personal, or anyone at all. So when people saw him bringing you, they were shocked. He showed you all of the building and what exactly each person does. For someone who works at a very large building with many, many people, he has a good memory of the names of his employees.
Miguel had to excuse himself to you when he was called into an important meeting. You went and saw a vending machine outside the cafeteria and decided to get yourself a little snack. You were about to put in some quarters from your pocket when you heard another male voice behind you. You turned around and a guy wearing a lab coat and his name tag on the little pocket of the coat. "Sorry." You moved to the side, but he followed along. You looked to your sides and saw no one around.
"What a pretty girl like you doing here?" The guy said.
"Um..my boyfriend brought me here." You said.
"Boyfriend? Always the pretty ones get taken. So who's the lucky guy? Or are you just lying?" You excused yourself and started to walk away.
He ran up to you, "So what's your name?" He said.
"Why?" You questioned.
"Can't I know the pretty girl's name?" He said in almost an offended tone.
"I have to go." You walked a bit faster, but you could hear his footsteps getting closer to you. You didn't want to cause any trouble, especially at Miguel's work.
You also certainly didn't want to make Miguel mad. Everything was going good, you didn't want to anger him.
Your prayers have been heard because the two guards came and told the guy to basically fuck off. You never thought you would be happy to see your two guards. "Please don't tell Miguel about this. I don't want him to worry. I don't want to cause trouble. Please."
They didn't reply, which was the usual for them to do, but you hoped that they'd listen.
When Miguel finished his meeting, he met up with you and the two of you went back home together.
You thought that the two guards kept the secret because Miguel never mentioned it. He didn't really need to. That guy won't bother you ever again.
While the both of you were enjoying dinner, the doorbell rang. You looked at Miguel who looked back at you confused.
Who's here at this time?
Miguel went to answer it and saw someone he never thought he'd see. "What are you doing here?"
The woman rolled her eyes and made her way inside the home. "You'd think I'll just leave? Just like that?" She snapped her fingers.
You made your way to the front door and saw her. Your mother.
You can tell she changed her looks..again. Your mother looked at you and gave you a disgusted look. "So it is true. You're with her!"
"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked.
"A little birdy told me that she was out shopping at an expensive store." She crossed her arms. "I know she doesn't have money and knowing you and that weird fantasy you had, made me think? Has he really gone all out and started a relationship with my daughter?"
"I'm not your daughter." You said with hatred in your eyes. You had enough of her behavior. Of her stupidity. Of her immaturity.
"Whores don't get to talk!" She screamed at you.
"Don't call her that! The only whore here is you!" Miguel screamed back at her. You went behind Miguel, holding his arm.
"Please! Because of her you lost interest in me! Because of her! Our relationship ended." She yelled.
"Mi amor, go to the room. I'll handle this okay." Miguel told you. You didn't want to but also didn't want to disobey him. You nodded and went to your guy's shared bedroom. You shut the door and climbed on top of the bed.
Miguel stormed up to her with his face fuming with anger. " There was no relationship, you fucking bitch. Me and you never existed. I was only using you to get close to (Y/N). The only one I care about is her. The only one I love is her. You are nothing to me." He saw her hand raising up and swinging forward towards the side of his face, but he saw right through. He caught her hand mid-air, "Don't you fucking dare."
She yanked away from his grip. "I'll tell people about you and her. I'll tell people how you are forcing a young 20-year-old to be in a relationship with you. I wonder how the people are gonna say that a guy in his late 30s is with a young girl without her consent?" She smeared a smirk on her face. "After all, I'm her mother, so people are most likely gonna say 'oh, poor her. She's looking after her daughter from a disgusting man. I Can't believe someone like Miguel O'Hara would do that.' What do you think?"
"I'll make sure to make your life a living fucking hell, you disgusting piece of shit!" His tone was deep and dark and your mom thought she was speaking with the devil.
"Me? Disgusting? At least I didn't masturbate at the thought of a young girl. So let's weigh our options." She looked around at the big fancy house that she used to call home. "You go back to provide for me and I'll let you and that thing I call a daughter to continue dating or whatever the relationship is. Or! I'll tell people about this and ruin your reputation. I mean who would the people believe. Two poor women crying for help or a rich man who got exposed for being a perverted old man."
"So that's what this is all about. Money. What? Did your boyfriend finally realize what a whore you are and left your ass!?" He exclaimed. "You can tell people whatever you want. (Y/N) will never take your side. You heard her! You are not her mother. All the things you had done to her, you really think she will defend on your honor. The only thing she'll do is expose your ass on how much of a terrible mother you are. Uh? Let's see. let's weigh our options." He said mimicking her. " You get the fuck out of my house and never show your face here again. Or we'll expose how you neglected your own daughter for your own benefits and you let other men emotionally abuse her and how you left her alone here with me. I'll tell me people that I gave her a place to live because her own mother was too selfish that she didn't care she was going to make her own daughter homeless."
"She'll listen to me. She'll do what I say. She always does. Deep down, she wants what's best for her mother. What? You think that wasn't the only time she had said that. Please, she throws those tantrums all the time, and in the end, she will always be by my side." She tilted her head," So." She looked at him from top to bottom. "I'll take a check every two weeks. Maybe around 5,000 dollars. Obviously, I'll ask for more later on. That's all I'm asking. Or else, I'll take her away from you."
She turned around with a smile on her face. "Tell (Y/N) I said goodbye."
Miguel couldn't even hear what had been said. Everything was turned into an echo. The fact that she can take you away. Everything Miguel wanted was going to be taken away from him. He felt his blood boil with anger. He felt the hatred increase towards her and he didn't hesitate to grab a mimick mini statue of David sitting on one of the tables. With one swing, he smacked the statue on her head. It caused her to fall down on the floor. Miguel looked at the statue and saw blood on the corner from the base. He looked over on the floor and saw her lifeless body. A pool of blood formed around her corpse. Miguel tapped her with his foot to see if she was still alive, but there was no movement. He didn't freak out. He didn't panic. He smiled. He smiled that she was finally gone.
You waited for Miguel to come in and tell you what had happened. What did she want?
It felt like ages waiting for him.
At last, he finally entered the room. He looked a bit rough. His shirt was half unbuttoned and dirt spots showed on his white shirt. "What happened? What did she want? Why are you dirty?" You questioned. You had so many questions.
"She just wanted some money, I gave her a few hundred dollar bills and told her to never come here again. She was a bit angry but accepted the fact that she couldn't do anything." He explained, taking off his shoes.
"What happened to your shirt and pants?" You pointed it out.
"Well, she stormed off and crushed a couple of the roses out front. I went out and replaced them. That's why I took too long." He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
"She's not coming back?" You asked.
"No. I told her that if she showed her face here again, I'd call the police. I guess that got her scared. It's most likely she's leaving the country or something. She told me she found a new man, so we won't be seeing her." He looked at you and saw how you were tearing up. "Mi Amor? Que tienes?" He got on the bed and crawled to you. He wiped away a tear falling down from the corner of your eye with his thumb. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's stupid." You couldn't help but let a low sob escape your lips.
"It's not stupid if you're crying. Tell me. I can help you." He said in a concerned tone.
"It's...it's just that...she's my mom. She's my mom and she never cared about me. She never did. Why didn't she love me? What did I do wrong?" You cried to him.
Miguel went over and pulled you into a hug. You sobbed on his chest. He caressed your hair and arms. "Ya mi vida. Forget about her okay. She doesn't deserve your tears. Hey, it's her loss okay. She was never grateful to have a beautiful and kind daughter like you. Any other mother would be happy to have you as a daughter."
"Really?" You looked at him with your glossy eyes.
"Of course, mi vida." He wiped the last tears on your face. "I'm grateful to have you in my arms. You might've not received love from her, but I'll give you all the love and care you deserve. I'll never leave you. I'll love you till the day we die."
You spent the night sleeping in his arms.
Miguel couldn't help but smile at the sight he was seeing. You are finally his. His and forever.
It might've taken a while and a few hardships, but his goal was finally accomplished.
He saved you from a heartache.
He is a hero we all deserve and need.
(That's all. Not sure if I want to continue this story, soooo maybe oneshot?)
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...Is Love, Sweet Love (Part II)
Summary: Eight months later, (Y/N) and her daughter Molly have settled in well at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, with (Y/N) teaching a Classical Literature class and six-year-old Molly taking courses while learning more about her telepathic skills. Charles, having fallen head over heels for the school's new professor, debates whether or not to act upon his feelings.
Pairing: Charles Xavier X F!Reader
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: Yes, I know, it's slightly unhinged to write a Part II to a one-shot that I published over 2 years ago, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head and here's what I came up with! Again, "What The World Needs Now Is Love" by Jackie DeShannon partially inspired this fic, so you should totally give it a listen if you haven't heard it before :)
…Is Love, Sweet Love May 1980 Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester (Previous Chapter)
Despite living in his family’s mansion for the majority of his life and spending countless hours of his childhood eagerly exploring its sprawling grounds, Charles Xavier hadn’t truly grown to appreciate the tranquility that the estate provided until he’d re-started Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The sight of young mutants happily playing on the playground and partaking in group sports without feeling the need to hide their differences away brought a smile to Charles’ face, and the cheerful laughter of his students paired with the beautiful spring sunshine inspired him to once again enjoy his lunch outside with a good book…although, it was difficult to deny that he spent far more time listening in on Professor (Y/L/N)’s nearby Classical Literature class than actually reading his novel.
“Can anyone tell me why the characters of King Lear worship the pagan gods and not any form of Christianity?” (Y/N), who was sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of her small class, arched a brow as she surveyed the silent group of teenagers before her. “C’mon, guys, you know this. We went over the background of the play during our last lecture, and I seem to remember some of you even taking notes…” After a moment, a timid hand went up from the red-headed girl in the front and (Y/N) smiled. “Yes, Jean?”
“The play is set in ancient Britain, long before the arrival of Christianity.”
“Very good, Jean!” Jean Grey’s shoulders relaxed and beside her, her friend Jubilee gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Now, why would Shakespeare choose to set this play in this specific time period? Think about the time period in which Shakespeare lived, and what the social and political climate in England was like.” A dark-haired boy towards the back of their group raised his hand. “Go ahead, Remy.”
Remy LeBeau lowered his hand and began fiddling with his deck of playing cards as he spoke in his distinct French-Creole accent. “Well, Professor, that was when there was a lil’ trouble brewin’ ‘tween the Catholics and Protestants over there, right? He prob’ly didn’t wanna ruffle any feathers by puttin’ a popular religion in his plays, so he had his characters worship the gods from ol’ Roman mythology; anybody who’d be offended would’ve been long dead, so Willy did what any guy’d do to keep his head on his shoulders.”
Charles smiled to himself as the class laughed and (Y/N)’s lips curved upwards into a reluctant grin. “A little unorthodoxly put, Remy, but you’re absolutely correct. In the play, Lear states that-” She was cut off when the familiar sound of the school bell rang out and her students started to pack their things away. “Remember, on Monday we’ll begin performing your assigned scenes so be sure to work on memorizing your lines with your groups over the weekend. Have a good rest of your day!”
While they laughed and talked amongst themselves, the students headed back towards the mansion for their next class and with a fond smile on her face, (Y/N) looked away from them and finished packing her binders and books into her messenger bag. The novel in Charles’ hand was all but forgotten in favor of admiring his colleague and friend, who’s effortless beauty almost always succeeded in making him stutter over his words and caused him to blush in a way that he hadn’t since he was a schoolboy; she was dressed casually in a striped button-down blouse tucked into a faded pair of high-waisted jeans and well-worn Birkenstocks, with her (Y/H/C) hair pulled away from her face by a blue headband and her reading glasses dangling around her neck by a colorful beaded chain. Charles took in all of her striking figure, but it was her content smile and the happy gleam in her (Y/E/C) eyes that made him release a lovelorn sigh and look down at his lap.
Charles was infatuated with Professor (Y/L/N). Well, it perhaps started out as a simple infatuation, back when she’d first arrived on his doorstep pleading for him to help her daughter; her kindness and caring nature in regards to Molly’s safety and well-being was touching, considering how many parents he’d met who were overly eager to pass their mutant children off to a complete stranger just to be rid of them. After hearing their story, he knew that she couldn’t bear to be separated from her five-year-old and so, he asked that she stay and teach at the school to ensure that they would remain together. That was eight months ago and since then, the infatuation had evolved into a full-blown romantic crush; Charles was captivated by (Y/N)’s capacity for compassion, enchanted by her quick wit and natural beauty, in awe of her progressive idealism in regards to mutant rights and more than appreciative of her boundless consideration in regards to his disability.
Yes, Charles was enamored by his school’s newest professor, but he was also plagued by insecurity. The last woman he was romantically involved with was Agent Moira MacTaggert of the CIA, all the way back in 1962 when he was a dashing young man who’d just earned his doctorate and possessed an egotistical streak wider than the English Channel; nowadays, his ego was tempered and his youthful good looks were beginning to give way to wrinkles and streaks of silver. While a ten-year age gap between two consenting adults was hardly an insurmountable obstacle to a happy relationship, a part of him couldn’t help but think that (Y/N) would be happier with someone younger than him. Both Alex and Hank thought that he was overthinking the situation, and perhaps they were right but whenever he started to consider asking her out, that little voice of doubt whispered on in the back of his mind.
“Hi Charles!”
Looking up, Charles’ face reflexively broke out into a grin when he saw (Y/N) approaching the bench he’d parked his wheelchair beside. “Hello, (Y/N)! Holding your classes outside today, I see?”
“It’s such a beautiful day, so you could hardly blame me for taking full advantage of it.” The professor adjusted the strap of her messenger bag and tilted her head as a teasing smile played across her cherry-red lips. “Enjoying your lunch outside today, I see?”
“Touché, Professor,” Charles chuckled, slipping his bookmark into his novel to mark his place and tucking it into his wheelchair’s saddle pack. “Hank seems to believe that my vitamin D levels are too low, so I decided that eating outside was the quickest way to get our resident worrywart off of my back. Not only did I soak up plenty of sun, I had the added pleasure of listening in on your fantastic lesson on Shakespeare’s King Lear; no offense to the Bard, but it’s refreshing to see an Classical Literature professor teach her students about one of his historical plays instead of one of his romances.”
(Y/N) shrugged nonchalantly, but the way she began to fiddle with her pendant revealed the bashfulness she was attempting to mask. “Well, I remember what it was like being fourteen; you’re around the same age as Romeo and Juliet, yes, but you don’t know a damn thing about love and it’s not easy to understand why they do the things they do.”
“As a former fourteen-year-old, I heartily concur. At that age, I could scarcely understand myself let alone an emotion as complex as love, no matter how beautifully Shakespeare described it,” Charles replied, looking out across the manicured grounds as he recited, “‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep-’”
“‘-The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite,’” (Y/N) finished and when their eyes met, Charles’ heart fluttered and he could feel his face beginning to warm; his brows rose in surprise when the professor hastily turned her head to try and hide her besotted smile, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the sight. “I, um, I-I should go and find Molly…”
“She’s at the playground with Alex’s second graders. Speaking of which, I need to speak with Alex about tomorrow’s scheduled book delivery…” Charles awkwardly cleared his throat before giving (Y/N) a tentative smile. “Would you allow me to escort you there?”
(Y/N)’s own smile widened at that. “Of course!”
While Charles wheeled himself along the stone pathway and (Y/N) kept in step with him, they eagerly discussed the school’s ongoing library expansion and all the new books they’d obtained for the students; any progress made at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters filled him with a sense of accomplishment, but expanding his ancestral home’s library was one of his greatest desires and he was thrilled that the children would soon have access to more knowledge than many of the country’s best private schools and universities. (Y/N) was just as excited about the expansion as he was, and he couldn’t help but admire the enthusiasm written across her beautiful features while he listened to her talk about all the lesson plans she’d brainstormed involving their new books.
They reached the playground sooner than Charles would’ve preferred, but his disappointment was set aside by the sight and sound of his school’s youngest students happily entertaining themselves on the elaborate structure; so many of them came from broken homes and were sent away without any second thoughts by families that couldn’t care less about them and while Charles couldn’t change their heartbreaking pasts, he did all in his power to give each and every one of his students a loving home and bright, promising futures. For the first time, I find myself truly understanding the blinding rage that fills Erik in regards to mutant rights, he thought with an inward grimace before glancing over at (Y/N) and smiling as the human woman affectionately watched her mutant daughter play, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve lost my faith in humanity’s innate goodness.
“Hi Mommy!” Molly exclaimed from the top of the structure, a toothy grin stretching across her face as she gave them both an enthusiastic wave. “Hi Professor ‘Zavier!”
“Hi Molly-Bear!” (Y/N) called back while a beaming Charles returned the little girl’s wave with one of his own. He’d always maintained that a good professor shouldn’t have favorites, but no one would blame him if he came out and admitted that Molly (Y/L/N) was – hands down – his favorite student; she was as exuberant and carefree as any human six year old, but her mutant abilities as a psychometric telepath meant that she was more insightful and tended to see the world around her with sage eyes. In truth, Molly reminded him so much of himself when he was a child and knowing first-hand how challenging having telepathic abilities at that age can be, he was grateful that he could help her by teaching her how to control and accept her gifts.
While Charles scanned the playground for Alex, he caught (Y/N) looking over at him and the tender expression on her face nearly took his breath away; she quickly looked away and pretended to adjust the fasteners of her messenger bag, but not before Charles noticed the glimmer of affection in her gorgeous (Y/E/C) eyes. A familiar whistle cut through his racing thoughts and when he glanced over, he spotted Alex leaning against a light pole that bordered the playground; a knowing smirk curved across the younger man’s face, widening as he brought a hand up to his temple and wiggled his fingers to signal for Charles to read his mind.
“I told you so.”
“Alex…”
“(Y/N)’s into you, Charles, and you’re clearly into her. So, what’re you gonna do about it?”
After taking a steadying breath and running an anxious hand through his hair, Charles cleared his suddenly dry throat and hesitantly spoke. “(Y/N)?” The professor looked over at him expectantly and his finger drifted upwards to loosen his shirt’s collar while he clumsily continued. “I, ah…well, I-I was wondering if I…(Y/N), would you and Molly care to join me for dinner sometime? There’s a wonderful Italian restaurant in Salem Center and a little movie theater just down the street from it that I think you’ll enjoy…”
(Y/N) blinked, looking dumbfounded but slightly hopeful as she took a moment to find her voice. “Charles, are you asking me out on a date?”
Charles nodded and offered her the barest of smiles. “Over the past few months, I’ve grown…immensely fond of you; I wake up every morning looking forward to our usual discussions over breakfast, I find myself spending far too much time styling my hair and picking out what to wear in the hopes that you’ll take note and every time you smile at me, my heart skips a beat.” The professor shyly smiled at that and he couldn’t help but lightly chuckle, the weight in his chest already feeling lighter with each confession he uttered. “Yes, just like that.”
“And you…you wouldn’t mind Molly coming along?”
The anxiety that filled (Y/N)’s eyes as she awaited his answer nearly shattered Charles’ heart; based on what little she’d disclosed to him about her past, he knew that she’s struggled with dating as a single mother and he could only imagine how disillusioned with romance she’d become as a result. “Of course not, (Y/N),” He softly replied and in a bold move, he reached forward and took her hand in his. “You two are a team, after all; Molly is your entire world, and I want you to know that I respect that more than anything. It’s also…well, let’s just say that it’s been quite a while since I’ve gone on a date, and I’d…”
“Like to go slow?” (Y/N) gently offered and when Charles wordlessly nodded, she gave him the smallest of smiles before looking over her shoulder and calling out, “Molly? Sweetheart, can you come here for a second, please?” After coming down the slide, Molly skipped over to them and the professor knelt down so that they were eye-level, her hand still holding onto his. “Professor Xavier wanted to know if he could take us out for dinner and a movie. Does that sound all right to you, Molly-Bear?”
The little girl’s head tilted to the side as her (Y/E/C) eyes studied Charles, and he was forced to mask his amused chuckle with a cough when she brought a mitten-clad hand up to her mother’s ear. “Like on a date?” Molly loudly whispered, and (Y/N) pursed her lips to keep from chuckling as she nodded; her daughter lowered her hand to reveal her excited smile and she gave her mother an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Sounds good to me!” Molly looked back at Charles with a conspiratorial giggle. “Mommy likes you, Professor ‘Zavier.”
Charles arched a playful brow as his eyes flicked between the embarrassed elder (Y/L/N) and the beaming younger (Y/L/N). “She does, does she?”
“Mm-hmm, she likes your eyes and your smile and your hair and your-”
“Okay, young lady, that’s enough out of you,” (Y/N) hastily interrupted, tickling her daughter’s neck with both hands and smiling when she shrieked with laughter and scurried back to the playground. Shaking her head in fond exasperation, she stood and glanced back at Charles, who was trying and failing to muffle his laughter. “Well, I guess that settles it. Does six o’clock this Friday work for you?”
He emphatically nodded. “Yes, of course, it’s perfect!” He felt himself begin to blush at his obvious enthusiasm, and it was (Y/N)’s turn to chuckle as he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried again. “…I-I mean, Friday at six o’clock works for me.”
“Good. I guess that Molly and I will see you then.” The professor turned to walk away but took Charles by surprise when she turned back around and bashfully smiled at him. “I’ve…I’ve grown immensely fond of you too, Charles.”
Before he could say or do anything, she’d bent down and pressed a feather-light kiss onto his cheek, an infatuated gleam in her (Y/E/C) eyes as she flashed him one last smile and left to meet her daughter on the playground. A broad grin slowly spread across Charles’ face and while he watched her walk away, he leaned an elbow onto his wheelchair’s armrest and rested the side of his head against his palm, releasing a love-struck sigh and barely taking note of the familiar figure that moved to stand beside him.
“See what happens when you actually take my advice?”
Charles straightened his posture and glanced over at Alex, who was wearing the smuggest of smiles on his faces as he stared back at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an impertinent ass, Alex Summers?”
Alex’s smirk widened. “Heard it all my life. So, when’s the big date?”
“This Friday at six o’clock. And since you and Hank have taken such a keen interest in my love life, I’ll be requiring your assistance on Friday.” The younger man quickly sobered and with a grin of his own, Charles chuckled and patted his arm. “There’s a good chap. Now, about tomorrow’s book delivery…”
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Although it was a far cry from the hazy evenings spent at Oxford’s many lively pubs and in the company of the college’s most flirtatious female students, Charles’ date with (Y/N) and Molly was undoubtedly the most enjoyable one he’d ever been on. He’d met the mother and daughter in the mansion’s foyer with two bouquets in his hands – daisies for Molly and vibrant pink roses for (Y/N) – and he happily watched them admire their flowers while simultaneously hiding the fact that he was studying (Y/N)’s figure; the professor was wearing a knee-length yellow dress with long billowing sleeves, a bright pink sash tied around her waist and matching high heels, and her carefully styled hair was pulled back by a pink headband. She was beautiful, far too beautiful to be going out with the likes of him, but his fears of inadequacy were quickly alleviated when she looked over at him and smiled.
Hank and Alex drove the three of them to Salem Center in Charles’ maroon 1959 Jaguar Mark IX, the pair of them opting to stay in town and catch a showing of the newly-released The Empire Strikes Back while they dined at La Mensa. Sensing Molly’s apprehension with being around so many non-mutant strangers, Charles distracted her by playing ‘tic-tac-toe’ and ‘hangman’ with her on her paper place-mat and (Y/N) threw him a grateful look as she asked her daughter about her schoolwork; while they enjoyed their food, (Y/N) entertained them with stories of her students’ antics and after some goading by Molly, she even balanced a spoon on the end of her nose much to her daughter and Charles’ delight. After dinner, they made their way down the street to the small movie theater and while many of its patrons were queued up to watch the latest Star Wars film, the three of them decided on watching the re-release of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp; Molly adored the classic cartoon and while Charles was impartial to the film, he thoroughly enjoyed exchanging enamored glances with (Y/N) over the little girl’s head.
Molly fell asleep on the drive home, cuddling against her mother’s side as she lovingly brushed her fingers through her daughter’s (Y/H/C) hair. In low whispers, (Y/N) assured Charles that Molly had a wonderful time and that she hadn’t seen the little girl so happy since before she’d come into her mutation; although aware that Hank and Alex were clearly eavesdropping from their front seats, Charles quietly asked her if she’d care for a quick nightcap in his study after putting Molly to bed, and he was thrilled when she readily accepted his invitation. When they arrived back at the mansion, (Y/N) carried the still-sleeping Molly inside, but not before giving Charles one last smile as he maneuvered into his outside wheelchair.
“So…” Hank arched a curious brow as he walked beside Charles’ wheelchair and steadied it when they reached the top of the ramp, where Alex was waiting with his motorized indoor wheelchair. “How was it?”
“Charming, but I could’ve done without the rather offensive Asian and Italian stereotypes-”
“Not the movie, Charles, the date,” Alex interrupted and when Charles chuckled in amusement at his friends, he leaned a shoulder against the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. “C’mon, you finally ask out the woman you’ve been head over heels for and you’re not gonna give your two best friends the four-one-one?”
Shaking his head in faux exasperation, Charles shifted himself into his motorized wheelchair and arranged his legs as he airily answered, “(Y/N), Molly and I ate a truly magnificent meal at La Mensa that we followed up by watching a classic Disney film at the movie theater. What more is there to say?”
Alex heaved a sigh but moved to allow Charles to wheel himself into the mansion. “A little help here, Hank?”
“Oh, he’s having far too much fun messing with us to stop.” The scientist tucked his hands into his jacket pockets while a mischievous smirk played on his lips. “But speaking as the school’s resident genius, I couldn’t help but notice the good professor clearly checking (Y/N) out before we left and blushing when she smiled at him just now.”
A reluctant blush warmed Charles’ cheeks at that. “Don’t you two perverts have morning classes to prepare for?”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday, lover boy,” Alex smugly countered, nudging Hank’s arm with his elbow as they walked beside Charles’ wheelchair down the vacant hall to his study. “Well, Beast, there’s no doubt about it: Charles here’s got it bad for our lovely Professor (Y/L/N).”
When they reached his study’s door, Charles nudged it open and wheeled himself inside, but not before giving both men a look of genuine sincerity. “Thank you, for your assistance tonight and for your encouragement; the pair of you can occasionally be a pain in the ass, but tonight couldn’t have happened without you.”
Hank’s smile softened. “You’re welcome, Charles. We’re just happy that we succeeded in making you do something selfish for once.”
“Yeah, you’ve helped us both out so much over the years and it was high-time we returned the favor,” Alex added as he clapped Charles on the shoulder, his earnest expression morphing into a knowing smirk while he continued. “Enjoy your nightcap with (Y/N), and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, lover boy.”
“Oh, and don’t forget protection!”
“Goodnight, gentlemen.”
Chuckling, Alex and Hank left the study and closed the door behind them; after pausing for a moment to take a calming breath, Charles wheeled himself over to the oak cabinet near his cluttered desk and unlocked it, pulling out a glass decanter of scotch and two glasses and setting them down on the coffee table. He bit his lip as his eyes surveyed the messy state of his study, cursing himself for not tidying up earlier, but a part of him knew that (Y/N) wasn’t the type to mind a little clutter; she liked to joke that the best professors had the messiest studies because they spent all their time teaching instead of worrying about how others perceive them. It was the good manners instilled in him from birth that saw him gathering stacks of loose papers, binders and leather-bound books and unceremoniously shoving them behind his desk before lifting himself out of his wheelchair to sit on the couch; with nothing else to distract himself from the anxious anticipation building up within him, Charles plucked the maple-colored queen off the chessboard and nimbly twirled it around his fingers as he waited for (Y/N).
Minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door of his study and after scrambling to straighten up his chessboard, Charles called out, “Come in!” The door opened and (Y/N) stepped into the room, her gentle smile widening when she spotted him seated on the couch. “How’s Molly?”
“Out like a light.” (Y/N) crossed the room and sat on the couch beside him, her fingers playing with the flowing yellow material of her dress’ skirt as Charles poured their drinks. “She wanted me to tell you that she had a really fun time tonight, and she wanted me to thank you.”
“She’s been working so hard these past few months to complete her schoolwork and training, so if anyone deserves to have a little fun it’s undoubtedly her,” Charles replied, a surge of fondness for his youngest student and her kindheartedness bringing a smile to her face as he turned to (Y/N) and offered her a glass of the amber-colored liquid. “As do you, Professor.”
Accepting the glass, (Y/N) hummed thoughtfully before holding it up and angling it towards him. “In that case…to having fun.”
“To having fun,” Charles repeated, lightly clinking his glass of scotch against hers and taking a sip, his eyes appreciatively roaming along the professor’s figure while she took a sip of the strong liquor. “Do you like it? It’s top shelf scotch whiskey, all the way from Scotland.”
(Y/N) arched a playful brow as she crossed her leg over her knee and angled herself to face him. “Expensive, imported liquor? Are you trying to impress me, Professor?”
“Well, that all depends…” Following his instincts, Charles set his glass down and rested his elbow on the couch’s back cushion, his lips curving into a playful grin. “Is it working?”
Her (Y/E/C) eyes softened and after setting her own glass down, she rested one of her hands on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Charles, I was impressed by you before the top shelf scotch, before the fancy Italian restaurant, and before I ever laid eyes on this beautiful mansion.” His brow furrowed in confusion but she merely smiled and rubbed small circles along his knuckles with her thumb. “Eight months ago, the letter that I sent you asking for help with Molly was my Hail Mary; I had nowhere to go and no way to protect my daughter from the people who hated her for who she was, so I decided to write to the one person I knew could help her. And when you sent me a letter back – that incredibly kind and empathetic letter – you gave me hope, hope that I hadn’t felt in so long. So, you see? You managed to impress me before we’d even met, Charles Xavier.”
Charles, touched by her sincerity and feeling a little emotional, reached forward with his free hand and carefully cradled her warm cheek in his palm. “Oh, my darling (Y/N)…you’re not the only one who’s had their hope restored; I gave up any hope for romance not long after I lost my legs, choosing to focus my attention on the school and my fellow mutants. Over these past several months, however, you helped me to see that there was still hope.” His thumb traced along her cheekbone as he smiled and slowly began to lean in. “And now, I would very much like to kiss you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
(Y/N)’s smile widened. “I’d like that very much as well, I just…” He could feel her cheek flush beneath his touch, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her face. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. Would it be silly to say that I’ve got butterflies in my stomach?”
“Not at all, darling. Truth be told, I’m a little nervous myself,” Charles murmured, his eyes flicking away from hers to stare at her enticing lips before glancing back up. “The last time I kissed a woman was in 1962, so you’ll have to forgive me if my technique has gotten slightly rusty over the past eighteen years.”
“Well, we won’t know unless we give it a go, will we?” (Y/N) breathed and her (Y/E/C) eyes burned with desire as they both inched closer. “Charles, dear…please kiss me.”
Wanting nothing more than to please the professor, Charles’ eyes fluttered closed as he tentatively brushed his lips against hers. (Y/N) wasted no time in returning the kiss, kissing him softly and sweetly as her hand left his to rest on the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and eliciting a blissful groan from him; with one hand still cupping her cheek, he rested the other on her waist but soon found himself winding his arm around her in an effort to bring her closer. (Y/N)’s lips were soft and oh so addictive, slowly but firmly caressing against his as her fingers carded through his locks, and Charles surrendered himself over to the woman wrapped in his embrace.
Eventually, they were forced to separate for some much-needed air, the both of them out of breath and almost dizzy from their impromptu make-out session; Charles felt a surge of pride as he took in (Y/N)’s kiss-swollen lips, heaving chest and the dazed smile on her face, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to lightly rub his nose against hers. When he pulled back, he huffed out a breathless chuckle at the incredulous look that she was giving him. “That’s a rusty technique?”
“Mm-hmm. Dreadful, wasn’t it?”
(Y/N) giggled at his joking question and pretended to consider it. “You know, I think I need another example before I can definitively say.” They both laughed but when Charles moved in for another kiss, a sharp twinge in his lower back caused him to recoil with a hiss of pain. “Charles, are you okay?!”
He mutely nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he straightened his posture and leaned his back against the plush couch cushions. “I’m fine, it’s just a muscle spasm.”
“Is it…?” (Y/N) trailed off and when Charles finally opened his eyes as the pain began to fade, he could see the worry written across her face. “Is it because of your spinal cord injury?”
“That, and I’m afraid that I’m getting on in years; I’m not as young and spritely as I was in 1962.” Instead of stammering out a string of apologies and getting up to leave as Charles feared she would, the corner of (Y/N)’s lips curved upwards into a lopsided grin that left him slightly confused. “(Y/N)?”
The professor shifted closer to him. “Did you know that Molly’s father was fourteen years older than me?” Charles’ brow rose in surprise and he silently shook his head, watching as she reached over and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “You could say that I’ve always had a thing for older men…” Before he could think of something witty to say, (Y/N) swung her leg over his to straddle his lap and rested her hands on either side of his face; Charles couldn’t help but grin and, inspired by her delectable boldness, he placed his hands on her waist to hold her securely to him, his grin widening as her breath hitched. “Go ahead and read my mind if you don’t believe me, but it’s true.”
Shaking his head, Charles rested his head on the back of the couch so that he was staring up at her, softly smiling as one of his hands traveled upwards to cradle her cheek. “I believe you, darling. Would it be too sappy to say that I don’t want this night to end?”
“Not at all, dear,” (Y/N) shook her head before closing the distance between them and captured his lips in another passionate kiss; when they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his and returned his blissful smile with one of her own. “We can make this work, can’t we? Balance the two of us with running the school and raising Molly?”
“I believe that you and I can do just about anything, so long as we’re together,” Charles replied, his thumb and forefinger moving to guide her chin forward and pouring all his emotions into another kiss; there was no place on Earth he’d rather be than in the arms of the lovely Classical Literature professor who’d captured his heart and judging by the way she kissed him back, it was clear that she was thinking something along the same lines.
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A/N: I had so much fun dipping my toes back into the Fox X-Men Universe (I still have a massive thing for 80's Charles Xavier and his flowing brown hair lol) and I loved that I finally resolved Charles and (Y/N)'s mutual attraction with this cute Part II! I may or may not have a few ideas for a possible Part III, so let me know if you'd be interested in reading more! Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying!
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WHAT YOU WON'T DO FOR LOVE (WYWDFL) — NINE
YOU couldn't be having a worse halloween night. choose your fate with your fellow readers and see if it gets better!
chapter 7.5 — chapter eight — chapter ten
soulmate!wanderer x gn!reader
You didn't think you were ever going to get an opportunity like this again.
In the midst of apprehension and fear, you stood there next to your captor stiff. Standing in the lingering shadow of your own fate, heart beating fast in your chest, the drumming in your ears getting louder with each second passing. You don't know if it was the winds shiftiness that was making you unsteady, or the sore wrists you inhabit, but something was clawing in your chest.
You couldn't let it show, not now. The car hummed lowly in front of the two, and as you narrowed your eyes towards the guy, your throat tightened. You had a window, one moment to speak up and this would probably all be over. You wanted to cry for help, as unrest clamped hard on your throat.
"I'm only checking to see if you kids need any help," She called out, her voice soft but probing, like she already knew something wasn't.
"We're fine," He said, low and controlled with a certain gravel, cringing at his pacing. You felt like you were splintering apart. "Everything's fine. We're a little tired from a show."
"A show?"
Yeah, if we're calling wild goose chases 'shows' now, I'm sure you won't tell her that, though. You could only smile with a more comfortable aura this time to mask the tension, but your eyebrows were furrowed. "College adaptation of Scream. Spooky...!" You wanted to raise your arms to do jazz hands, but you doubt that would make it look any less suspicious.
The woman's eyes lingered on you a minute longer, face creased with confusion. She hesitated, glancing at the man beside you, slowly absorbing what could be going on here. She tapped on the wheel in thought, her head tilted. "My granddaughter loves those movies, I believe," She said slowly. "Maybe you two go to the same school as she does?"
You looked at your kidnapper, to which he looked at you back, the both of you with side eyes. The dryness in your throat making it more difficult to speak. "Yeeeeah!" You both drawled.
"What a small world. Pretty sure she was the only one who at the rehearsal, we told her to get out, but she just kept insisting." He forced out, the smile on his face twisting into a little bit of a rougher one as he started becoming impatient. The laugh from his throat was hollow, almost foreign, as if it came from someone else. You were crumbling yourself, breaking down bit by bit.
"That sounds like my Julia," The woman said lovingly. "Be sure not to keep those ties on you for too long there, okay? You two are quite dedicated to the craft, I hope to see you out there!" Her voice was soft, probing, but with hardly any suspicion anymore.
It was unfortunate how bad your heart dropped in your chest that there was no. A specific feeling crawling up your spin like icy fingers, she gave you one last look, as if she was trying to find something, a little...unspoken cry for help. You stayed quiet as a mouse, still. "Have a good night, you two." She reached for the gear shift, and the car hummed softly.
She pulled away as the two of them smiled, eyes tracking the slow moving car. Her taillights casting a faint red glow over the darkening streets. She was gone, and in the moment that you two were standing there in the wake of the closest call you could muster, the brief flicker of what you thought was hope was extinguished again.
You squeezed your eyes shut in exhaustion. You were so fucking close; so agonizingly close, even. The universe was turning its back on you yet again as you stare at the distant and foggy path.
But...? For some reason, you felt relieved, too. Not with how your situation faired currently, but that you may have saved a life. You didn't have that much going for yourself right now, so it was nice to feel like you at least did something right. That feeling in your chest made you want to climb mountains, though for a brief period of time until you looked back at your kidnappers severely handsome face.
He seemed to be in thought too, but for a less innocent reason you could easily scope out. "What now? You gonna cut me up and stuff mashed potatoes in me like I'm a turkey? Do it."
"I'm glad you still have the heart to make jokes," he replied, cocking his head slightly as if trying to figure you out. "It makes me feel less bad for what's going to happen next." His fingers drummed adroitly on the hood of the car, each tap threatening your neck like a coiled snake.
"Oh, fantastic!" You threw your conjoined wrists up in defeat. "You know what? You're full of shit, right? Because you don't even know if I saw you stab your friend, and even if I did, why would I snitch you out when you're quite obviously going to come for my cheeks?! You should be thanking me that I saved your ass, but instead you're doing this bit where you act all mysterious and try to keep me on my toes. Jokes on you, I've watched Twilight before. I know what guys do to chase their toys."
"That's nice." He droned. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I have no idea why you want to kill and murder me, either, but we move on, I guess!" You spat, before sitting on the gravelly path and loosening your shoulders. "I give up. If you want to leave me like roadkill on the side of the road, do it. I don't want to go home, anyway."
He was irritatingly handsome in this light, like a villain carved from some god damn ancient myth, indifferent to your fate. Like you were just a mere mortal to him, and his lips quirked in a small and solemn smile. As per usual, he found it funny that you were throwing your hands up and surrendering. "I didn't go through the trouble to do that."
"Yeah you did. You're all the same." You shot back, your voice sulky and heavy. "It's always this fucked up game to keep you from getting bored. Until you find the next one."
He knelt down, the darkened gravel crunching under his shoes. "You don't know shit about me to even be concerned on whether you're dying today, or tomorrow, or any time soon." He said so quietly his voice was almost a sharp whisper only you could hear. He was turning your words over in his mind, shaping it himself. His face was inches from yours again, holding a long gaze. "But you're right about one thing."
Your stomach churned, and just as your fears predicted, you sucked in a deep breath, your mouth falling ajar before looking down at your shoulder. It took you a minute to process what happened before a large, crimson stain ate away at what was left of the fabric there. You felt warm, a different type of pain from what your body was already experiencing.
"I do get bored easily."
You could barely grasp onto what he was saying properly from how your shoulder screamed, excruciating lapses of pain rushing through your body so prominent that you fought not to pass out. You didn't care to try not to cry and wail in pain, you had nothing to lose.
Crimson spilled from your hands as he forced the knife out, the gushing of the liquids leaving him to marvel at your inner turmoil. Impenetrable enjoyment, as you already noted flowing through his body as he let out a resigned sigh. He lifted his hand to grab violently at your face, holding it with little regard in his hands, the metal of the ring on his thumb almost splitting a part of your chin.
"No more." He said finally, tone devoid of his previous one. "We're done playing, 'soulmate'."
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Hi gorgeous, could you do a second part of Shadows of Doubt where reader is pregnant with Hope and spending time with Hayley who's a good friend of hers. Elijah and Rebekah realize they were being assholes because she's exactly what their brother needed, Klaus misses her and wants her back, though once he finds out about her pregnancy everything gets more angsty, as he blames his siblings for it, believing yn had moved on not knowing the child was his and etc. They get back together at the end, with a lot of fluff and etc.
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 ┄ 𝐢𝐢
pairing: niklaus mikaelson x f!reader
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warning: slight angst + fluff
author’s note: after several requests and messages, here’s part 2 of shadows of doubt (here’s part 1). i hope you enjoy it like you guys did the first one! 🫶🏽
It had been weeks since I last cried and almost four months since I last saw him. It was the most painful thing I had ever done but I knew it had to happen, there was no need to make the situation more difficult. I walked away. No goodbye or anything. I wasn’t going to let his siblings have the satisfaction of seeing me ‘weak’ as they often told me.
The gentle breeze rustled the leaves as I sat in the courtyard of my home, my fingers unconsciously tracing the subtle curve of my belly. The soft flutter of life within me was a constant reminder of the precious gift growing inside. It had been a whirlwind of emotions since that day— the day I had found out I was pregnant with her. She wasn’t planned but she’d be wanted, if not by him then me, she was my miracle…my hope.
In the months I had spent away from him and his family, I had met people. Amongst them was a woman called Hayley, she had become my closest confidante and friend. She sat beside me, her gaze understanding and supportive. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” she asked softly.
I smiled, the love and excitement for the life within me radiating through my words. “It's strange, but in a beautiful way. I feel this little one moving, and it's like she's already a part of me.”
Hayley's eyes softened, and she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You're going to be an amazing mother, Y/N.”
As I looked around the courtyard, memories of him flooded my mind. His charming smile, his passionate love, and the painful distance that had grown between us. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me, if he ever missed the moments we had shared. Little did I know, he was wrestling with his own demons, haunted by the realization that he had let go of something precious. Elijah and Rebekah, his once-disapproving siblings, had opened his eyes to the truth— that my absence had left a void in his life.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Klaus stood outside the balcony, his heart heavy with regret. The memories of time spent together played like a filmstrip in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of what he had lost. He swirled the glass in his hand around, mindlessly watching it.
Elijah approached the open balcony doors and stood still, his voice gentle but firm. “Niklaus, we’d like for you to hear us out. You can’t go on like this anymore brother.”
Klaus was silent for a while then with a huff he said, “Very well, say your piece.”
“We were wrong. I apologize for the part I played in hurting Y/N. You need to go to her.”
His back was still turned, facing the city in front of him. His jaw clenched and unclenched, his voice sounding venomous. “You do not tell me what I need Elijah.”
“Then tell me what I can do.” Elijah removed his hand from his pocket, waving it in front of him.
“What I needed you to. I needed you to stand by me and support us…you made me choose.” His voice cracked at that last sentence as he spun around to face his older brother.
Elijah's expression softened, his concern for his brother evident. “It's not too late, Niklaus. Reach out to her, before it truly is.”
“This was your doing! You and Rebekah!”
“We’re sorry for doubting her Nik, alright? Is that what you want to hear?” Rebekah yelled back at her brother. She had been silently watching and listening from the door.
“What I wanted was her and you drove her away!” He throws his glass of liquor across the room, the bottle following quickly behind.
Rebekah flinched and shut her eyes as she whispered, “Nik we’re sorry.”
“Go to her brother. We will not fail you again.” Elijah extended his hand out to him and Klaus gave it a firm shake. With a nod, they reached a silent agreement.
Without a word, Klaus left to his room to think it over. He knew he could never gain her trust again after letting her go so easily. He often used his art room to conjure up his master plans but not this time. In a few hours he had decided and that was how he found himself standing outside my door, his heart pounding as he raised his hand to knock. He hesitated, the weight of his emotions holding him back. The door swung open, and there I stood, the sight of him taking my breath away. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and the unspoken words hung heavy in the air.
“Y/N,” he finally said, his voice a mix of longing and regret.
“Klaus,” I replied softly, my heart racing.
“I missed you love,” he admitted, his voice vulnerable. His hand reached out to me, gently placing it on my cheek.
I looked into his eyes, the depth of his emotions mirrored mine. “I missed you too, Klaus. But things are different now.”
The silence between us spoke volumes, a symphony of emotions that echoed the pain of our separation and the hope for a second chance. As our gazes held, a sense of understanding passed between us. I wanted nothing more than to stand there and take it all in, take in the sight of him. Call it weakness or strength but in that moment I needed to be honest so I revealed the truth.
“I'm pregnant,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.
Klaus's expression shifted from surprise to confusion, and then to anger. “You moved on so quickly?” he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. He pulled back as though my touch burned him.
I shook my head, the tears spilling over. Desperately, I took a step forward to be closer once more, “No, it’s yours. Our child, Nik.”
He couldn’t believe it and I wouldn’t blame him, he didn’t know. Ten years ago I triggered my curse and quickly learned a few things, one of them being scent. A witch that was a family friend offered to hide it as a way to thank me for saving her children. From that day onwards, I could smell other wolves but none knew my scent which hid me from supernaturals alike. Klaus never knew, I would have told him one day but after realizing I’d never gain his siblings' trust and the constant doubts from him, I kept my secret.
Still even with my revelation, he was partially in the dark. If I had any chance of convincing him, I needed to tell him the entire truth. I placed one hand over my abdomen and looked at him, tears falling freely. I knew in the silence he’d hear it. Time seemed to have slowed in that moment as I saw his face morph into different stages of understanding.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave, his anger giving way to shock and disbelief. “What?”
I took a step closer, my hand gently caressing my belly. “Hope. She's ours, Nik.”
“How?” His voice was small, almost child-like, though his gaze remained on my abdomen.
With my free hand, I reached down for his and placed it on the side of my head. I wanted him to know everything, I wanted him to trust me fully which is why I let him inside my mind. “See for yourself.”
Moments later tears glistened in his eyes as he looked at me, his heart torn between regret and joy. “I can't believe I doubted you,” he whispered.
As he reached out to touch my belly, his fingers gentle against my skin, I felt a rush of emotions—love, forgiveness, and the chance for a future together. This was all I had wanted. Right here, I had all that I could ever ask for and I’d be damned if I let it go without a fight. He was my home.
“Love I'm truly sorry. I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
I smiled through my tears, feeling the weight of the past lifting from my shoulders. “Klaus, we have a chance to start again—for Hope and for us.”
“Hope?”
“You don’t like it? We can pick something else.” I quickly said, worried I had already done something wrong.
He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead then looked down at my belly. “No, I love it.” His fingers moved around in slow circles and I could feel her inside me as she pressed closer to him. “Hope Althea Mikaelson.”
I let out a soft gasp, immediately looking up at him. “Althea?”
“She’ll take after her mother, it’s only right she has your name as well.” He lifted my hand with his free one and kissed the knuckles, adding “I vow to never leave either of you. We will be a family sweetheart.”
And in that moment, as one hand rested against his growing daughter and the other on me, I knew that the shadows of doubt that had once clouded our hearts were finally dissipating. As we embraced, a sense of utter completeness settled over us, a promise of love and a future that would forever be intertwined. I was back home and soon our greatest Hope would join us.
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I Know I Should Know Better 5
Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader
Word Count: ~4.9k
Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?
Warnings: Mild angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), explicit language, anxiety, SMUT! FINALLY! She's starting to have a nice time, you guys!! All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
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A/N: You guys!!! This is a nice chapter!! Where nice things happen to nice people! Oh my god! Did you ever think you'd see the day???
Thanks to @thezombieprostitute who suggested the meal Curtis makes here. And additional thanks to everyone else who sent me suggestions! You're all the best!
Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Please come scream at me about these two! 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜
Curtis woke up to the sun gently coming in through your drapes, memories of the night before filtering in with it. He’d been scared for you, really scared, rather than the baseline of concern he’d had since he’d met you. You’d told him a little about what had happened as you lay in bed together before you’d both drifted off to sleep. How people just kept coming after you, how you didn’t understand why anyone cared in the first place. He’d gently wiped the tears from your cheeks as you spoke. It didn’t feel like enough.
Now, you were still asleep, still curled up in his arms, your back to him, snoring softly. He chuckled to himself. That was a much more interesting story, he thought, than any of the bullshit your exes were currently peddling. Your soft little snores, the way you’d snuggled up to him in your sleep, how right now was the most peaceful he’d ever seen you. He was split between wanting the world to see how you really were and knowing he would do everything he could to shield you from their gaze.
He wasn’t sure what would happen when you woke up. Would you regret it? Would you see how little he could actually offer you? You already had everything and all he could give you was himself. But that’s what he would do if you’d let him, he’d give you all of himself.
You began to stir in his arms and he loosened his grip a little. After a few moments, you rolled over to face him, still sleepy and soft.
“Good morning,” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” you replied, almost shyly, not quite looking him in the eye. You seemed a little lost for a moment and Curtis searched for something to say. Before he’d found anything, you scooted forward and tucked yourself into his body. His arms adjusted to hold you tight without him ever having the conscious thought to do so. You just fit, like you’d always been made to be there. “I’m glad you’re still here,” you said, so softly he almost didn’t hear you.
“Where else would I be?” he mumbled into your hair. You shrugged, curled up tight against him. “I wasn’t sure you’d still want me here,” he said lowly, feeling dumb and exposed as soon as the words left his lips.
You looked up at that. “Why wouldn’t I want you here?”
It was his turn to shrug. “Emotions were running really high last night. I’d get it, you know, if you woke up feeling differently.”
You looked him right in the eye and pursed your lips, but you didn't say anything, not right away. He could tell you were thinking, choosing your words carefully. He braced himself. “It's really nice,” you finally said, “waking up with you.”
“Yeah?” He asked, unable to help the pleased grin that took over his face. “Well, that's good.”
“Yeah,” you said so earnestly, “I think it is.”
He started to duck his head bashfully but you darted forward and kissed him before he was fully able. It was quick, just a peck. You leaned back and chuckled a bit, embarrassed. He couldn’t have that.
“Sorry,” you started to say, “was that–”
He had you on your back and was hovering over you before you were able to finish your thought. “Yeah,” he grinned as he held himself up with one hand on either side of your head. “How about this? This ok?”
You laughed, more carefree than maybe he’d ever heard you. It was an incredible sound—one he wanted to hear as often and for as long as he could.
“Yeah,” you said, wearing that blinding smile you were known for. “Yeah, that’s just fine,” before you put an eager hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to you, surging up to meet his lips at the same time. It was different, kissing you now than it was last night, when you were distraught, your face wet with tears, and you were desperate for anyone to actually look at you. This morning you smiled into it. This morning he swallowed your giggles as his hand brushed a ticklish spot on your side. This morning you tasted happy.
The two of you stayed like that, his mouth attached to yours, his hands lazily exploring your body. He couldn’t quite believe he was here, doing this. Making out with you in your bed. Couldn’t believe he was allowed to do this. Which then, of course, reminded him. He pulled back, sitting up but still straddling you. You raised your head to try to chase his lips, but he gently pushed your shoulders back into the mattress. You looked at him in question. “When does Michelle usually get here?” he asked.
You groaned. “No,” you said. “Don’t do that. I’m not ready for real life yet.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You’d rather she walk in on us like this?” He liked Michelle fine, most days, but he knew that if this news wasn’t something she was properly prepared for, it’d be a disaster.
“Ugh, no, obviously not,” you grimaced. You twisted your upper body so as not to dislodge Curtis, and stretched your arm to grab your phone off your nightstand. You looked at the time and groaned again. “We have less than an hour,” you whined.
“Ok,” he said and slid off of you. You pouted and he couldn’t help but grin as he leaned down to place one last peck on your lips before he got out of bed. “I’ll get out of your hair then.”
As he started to gather his clothes from the floor, you asked in a small voice, “But just for now, right?”
He looked up to see your head was down, gaze fixed on your hands. He strode over to your side of the bed and took your face in both hands. “Yes,” he said, “just for now.” He placed a short, gentle kiss on your lips and then went back to his pile of clothing, sitting down on the foot of the bed to put his pants on.
“You’re working tonight?” you asked.
“Uh,” he stood up to shimmy his jeans over his ass, “maybe? I mean, I’m scheduled, but I guess it depends on what Lloyd says.” He was pretty sure it was late enough in the morning to head straight to your manager’s office and turn in his resignation.
“Lloyd?” you asked as you gave him a confused stare. “Why would he have anything to say about it?”
“Well, he’s technically my boss, so he’s the one I’ll have to go quit to. I don’t know if he’ll want me to be done right away or stay on til they replace me.” It seemed obvious to him, but it became clear very quickly that that was the wrong thing to say as you were immediately filled with panic.
“You’re quitting? Why? You can’t!”
“I have to. This is a massive conflict of interest. I can’t properly protect you if I’m involved with you. Once people know, they’ll never let me.”
“We can’t tell people!”
Your words were like ice water down his back. He took a deep breath and tried not to feel hurt, dirty. You hadn’t let on yet that you were embarrassed by him. You deserved the benefit of the doubt. He needed to let you explain. “Why can’t we tell people?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
He waited for you to answer but you didn’t say anything, just kept shaking your head. He crawled back up the bed and settled next to you. “Hey,” he said gently and then whispered your name. When you finally looked at him, he pleaded, “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
Instead, all you said was “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for, I just need to know. Why don’t you want to tell people?”
You looked away, staring into the corner of the room. It was a few minutes before you quietly said, “If everyone knows, they won’t let me keep this.”
He sighed. He wanted to say that it was your life and you were the only one that controlled it. He wanted to tell you that it was time you started standing up for yourself. He wanted to make you understand that your choices were yours alone.
But the actual truth was that you were maybe right. There were many people involved in your life, and while they might not be able to forbid you from seeing him (at least he didn’t think they could do that), they probably would make things very difficult for both of you. He understood why you’d want to prevent that.
As he tried to figure out what to say, the perfect combination of words that would convince you that everything would be alright, that he wouldn’t let anyone take him away from you, you looked up at him with big eyes and whispered, “You’re the only person I trust to keep me safe.”
Well, fuck. He leaned his head back against your headboard. What was he supposed to say to that? This was the wrong call. He knew it was. But. “Ok,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I won’t quit today. But this isn’t a permanent solution, alright? This is just until we figure out a better plan. I don’t want to keep this secret forever.”
You nodded quickly. “Yeah,” you said. “I don’t want to either! Just until we figure out the best way to handle it.” You knelt up and softly pressed your lips against his. “Thank you,” you sighed. “For everything.”
He bumped your forehead with his. “I have to go. But I’ll be back tonight.”
You nodded. “Wait, give me your phone.” He pulled it out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you. You messed around with it for a moment and then handed it back. Your contact information was pulled up, but you’d changed the fake name used by everyone who worked for you to a simple 🩵. “So if anyone sees any messages or something, they won’t know it’s me.”
He smiled down at it. “And what am I going to be in your phone?”
You grinned, taking your own phone out and messing with it for a moment. Then you turned it around to reveal his name replaced with 😾. You laughed hysterically as he went straight for that ticklish spot in your side.
It was wild, the way time started to fly by. You were as busy as ever, your team desperate to rehabilitate your image and that meant Curtis was busy too, always by your side. It was difficult, in those working moments, to not reach out and hold your hand or place a gentle kiss on your cheek or a soft, soothing hand on your back. Instead, he’d stay back at a safe distance, watching you as you were interviewed in a bland hotel suite by a long line of journalists, or were gussied up by a team of stylists in your living room, or tried to convince a director that you were what they wanted in a dimly lit restaurant.
But in these moments, he was allowed to do a little more than before and it usually involved texting. The two of you texted a lot. Usually from across the same room. He’d send things like:
You look so beautiful. I wish I could touch you.
Or
You’re so good at this. I’m really proud of you.
It amazed him that when he had these thoughts, he was allowed to tell you. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get over it. And then he got to watch you read them. The way your face would soften, the smallest, most private smile on your lips. And he would ache to reach out to you all over again.
You both did your best to steal private moments together. A quick kiss in a dark hallway, a quiet moment by your pool disguised as him communicating details about an upcoming appearance. The best were the nights when you didn’t have any other commitments and he would send Jensen home early with the promise that Curtis was “right behind him, I just gotta make sure everything’s secure. You know how nervous she gets.” And once Jake was gone, he’d walk into the living room to find you already dressed down, ordering takeout on your phone, and waiting for him on the couch with a happy smile on your face. While those nights were few and far between, they were his favorite.
When somehow almost two months had passed without him realizing it, he received a text from you late one morning.
I don’t have ANYTHING to do today! I just got rid of Michelle. Come over and hang out? Please?
He grinned down at his phone. An entire day alone with you was more than he could ask for. But.
How about I come pick you up instead and we spend the day at my house? I’ll even cook for you tonight.
He put his phone down and tried not to anxiously wait for your response. You’d never done anything together outside of your house. But he wanted you in his space. Wanted to see what you looked like there. It was just a moment before his phone buzzed with an answer.
Oh! Yeah, that sounds nice. Ok!
He picked you up on his motorcycle at the small door that was hidden in the privacy fence in your backyard. It avoided any paparazzi that might be staking out your front gate. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, once you put his spare helmet on, there was no way to tell it was you. You hopped on behind him, and he tried not to react too much when you slipped your hands around his chest and pressed your body into his back. But he did savor your closeness the whole ride back to his house.
He stood nervously in his front room as you wandered around it, taking everything in. Your fingers lightly ran over the knick knacks on his bookshelves as you seemed to read every title. You stroked the afghans laid over the back of his couch. You grinned at his old teddybear hidden in the corner. “Oh wow,” you said softly to the room as a whole but mostly just yourself.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, what?”
You turned to him and smiled, and he swore that at that moment the light came through the window to perfectly hit your face. “There’s so much of you here,” you said. “I love it. This is such a nice place.”
He couldn’t explain why that had him so bashful all of a sudden. “Uh,” he said again, eloquent as ever, as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t know, it’s kind of small, but–”
You shook your head vigorously. “No,” you said, firmly, “It’s cozy. It’s nice. I really love it.”
You sat down on his couch and, drawn by your gravitational pull, he hurried to join you. As soon as he sat down, you pressed yourself into him. He wrapped his arm around you. He wanted to broach something, so he took a moment to find his words. “How long have you been in your house?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.
“I bought it when I was 18. My mom liked it and I didn’t really know what I was looking for, so it was easiest to just go along with her. And then she hired the decorator and–” You shrugged. “It’s fine.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, grabbing your hand with the one not slowly running up and down your arm, “you ever think about moving?”
You shrugged again. “I don’t know. Sort of feel like I’d need a good reason.”
“Not liking your house seems like a pretty good reason to me.”
You laughed. “Yeah, maybe,” you said as you rested your head on his chest.
In the early evening, you both moved to the kitchen so he could get started on dinner. He set you up on a stool at the kitchen island with a glass of wine and strict instructions to not lift a finger. He went about his work, getting all the ingredients together as he chatted with you about the scripts you’d been reading.
“I don’t know,” you said, “everyone’s freaking out because I don’t have the next thing lined up, but every time I think about spending the next however many months making one of these bullshit scripts, I just– I don’t know. I wish there were something better.”
Keeping his eyes on the cutting board in front of him as he started to peel garlic, he said, “Maybe it’s a sign to wait. Let something better come to you.”
You sighed. “That’d be a big risk. With everything the way it is right now, how people see me, I think I’m gonna have to make some bullshit, show that I’m employable before anyone offers me something better. And I honestly think Wilford would have a literal heart attack if I even suggested taking a break right now.”
Curtis bit his tongue and kept his thoughts on Wilford to himself. But he did turn around to face you as he leaned back on the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”
You laughed, but he could tell you were a little wary. “You’re clearly dying to,” you said, giving him a go-ahead wave.
“Do you like it? Acting?”
You just stared at him for a moment. “Sorry,” you said, shaking yourself a bit, “I just don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before. In twenty years of doing this.” You started to curl in on yourself and he wanted to reach out to you, get you to stop. But it also felt important, this moment, letting you process it. “I guess I don’t know? I’ve never really thought about it before. God, wow, that’s– that’s stupid. But. I’m good at it, I think. Decent, at least. And I have no idea what I’d do with myself if I wasn’t doing this.”
He turned back to the garlic to give you a break. “That might be a good reason to take a break. See if you miss it. And give you a chance to see what else you like.”
You hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah, maybe.”
Before Curtis could say anything else, the back door opened and Edgar stumbled in. He seemed startled to see you both there. “Oh,” he said and then his gaze narrowed in on you and he stopped in his tracks “Oh! You’re– Uh, hi.”
“Edgar,” Curtis called out, trying to get the attention off of you. “I thought you were with Yona all day today.”
Edgar glanced over at Curtis like he was seeing him for the first time. “Huh? Oh yeah, I am, but we were nearby and I realized I’d forgotten something so I thought I’d come grab it.” He looked down at the food Curtis was preparing and then back up at you. “Oh! Sorry. Sorry. I’ll get out of your way. Just give me a minute.”
Curtis rolled his eyes and you just laughed and then held out your hand. “Hi Edgar,” you said and gave your own name. “I’ve heard a little about you. It’s really nice to meet you.”
Edgar paused awkwardly then reached out his own hand to shake yours. “Uh, yeah, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Obviously.”
Curtis suppressed his groan as well as he could. “Edgar,” he said, very seriously. “Her privacy is obviously very important to her, so it’s critical that you not tell anyone about this, ok? Not even Yona.”
Edgar looked over at him, took in his expression, and then nodded. “Yeah, of course. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
“Thank you,” Curtis said, sincerely.
Edgar nodded again, then darted off to his room to grab whatever he’d forgotten. Just a minute later he was back, careening out the door with a “Bye! Have fun!” called over his shoulder.
Curtis sighed. “So, uh, that was Edgar,” he said to you.
You were looking fondly at the door, then back to him. “How long has he been living here?”
“About six months, just since he turned eighteen and aged out of the system.”
You nodded and took a sip of your wine, but your eyes stayed on him. He ducked his head, not sure what to do with how you were looking at him, like you could really see him. “What?” he asked when he couldn’t come up with anything else to say.
“Nothing,” you said, “you’re just– You’re a really good man, Curtis.”
He really didn’t know what to say to that, so he turned back to what he was doing. “I’m probably making too much food,” he mumbled.
Once dinner was ready, he herded you over to the small kitchen table and brought over the plated food, pasta aglio e olio, and blistered green beans. You oohed and ahhed appropriately as he poured you another glass of wine, along with one for himself. He watched you carefully as you took your first bite. You closed your eyes and moaned, just a little bit. “Holy smokes,” you said, once you’d swallowed. “This is delicious. You always cook like this?”
He puffed up a little at your obvious, sincere enjoyment of his food. “Sometimes,” he said. “When I have a good reason to.” At your smile, he couldn’t resist leaning across the table and kissing you, his big hand on the back of your neck. You sighed into it, and it took everything in him to not knock everything off the table so he could take you right there. There was something about having you in his house, in his kitchen, dressed so casually, just you, without any of the extra bullshit that followed you around, that made you even more radiant than you were on the most glamorous red carpet. You were here, just you, and you were beautiful and he wanted you. So much. He made himself sit back down and focus on his meal.
You had a nice, easy conversation as you ate. But he couldn’t really tell you what it was about. He kept looking at your lips as you spoke. He loved your voice and the way it washed over him. You talked with your hands and he found himself mesmerized.
When you were both done eating, he started to clear away the plates, but you stopped him. “Curtis,” you said, your voice so much huskier than before, “I’d really like to see your bedroom.”
He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your hand and led you to his room.
It wasn’t that the two of you hadn’t done anything before, but you’d both taken his suggestion to go slow seriously. So while you kissed whenever you could and the nights on your couch often resulted in make-outs, you hadn’t had sex yet. He wanted to, of course he did, but he knew enough about your previous relationships to not want to rush anything. So he decided that he’d do his best to make you feel wanted but never pressured and waited for you to let him know when you were ready.
As soon as you were in his room, you dropped his hand and began undressing. He took his cue from you and ripped his own shirt off before fumbling with his pants in his eagerness. He marveled, once you were down to your underwear, that you weren’t wearing some expensive lingerie set. Just basic mismatched cotton pieces, obviously chosen for comfort over anything else. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
When he was standing in just his boxer briefs, you stopped and stared at him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” you said and he immediately felt his whole face turn pink. You laughed, so gently, so loving, and added “You clearly don’t hear that enough.”
He pulled you to him and kissed you, hard and desperate. His hands gripped your hips for a moment and then traveled down, hooking into your panties, breaking the kiss so he could pull them all the way down your legs. He paused when he reached the floor, letting you step out of them before wrapping a hand around your thigh and dropping the softest kiss on your hip. You took off your bra and dropped it. He stayed there on the ground, for just a moment, looking up at your naked body, in awe of everything you were. You looked down at him and ran a hand over his buzzcut. “Sit on the bed,” you whispered. As soon as he’d done as he was told, you knelt in front of him. You must have been able to tell that he was about to check in, tell you you didn’t have to. “Please,” you said, “for once, let me take care of you.” You pulled his boxers off him and then wrapped a hand around his length, stroking up and down a few times, before taking him in your mouth. “Fuck,” he whimpered and threw his head back. The sounds you were making as you worked more of him into your mouth, your throat, eager little moans around his cock. It was very quickly becoming too much. One of your hands cupped his balls and he looked down to see the other between your thighs, fingers disappearing inside yourself. It was too much. He was hurtling towards the edge too quickly. “Wait, wait,” he gasped. You paused and looked up, a question in your eyes. “I want to be inside of you,” he pleaded. “Please, please.”
You pulled off of him with a pop and reached up to take his face in both hands, giving him one of the filthiest kisses he’d ever had, wet and hot and so full of need. Then you pushed him down so he was lying on the bed and crawled up to join him. You lay next to each other and kissed some more your legs tangled together, gasping every time his cock brushed against your pussy. “Yes, please,” you cried, “I want you inside me now.” He rolled over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of the drawer and quickly putting it on. Then he kneeled over you, one gentle hand on your cheek and the other lining himself up with your cunt. He slowly pushed into you and your eyes rolled back in your head, soft little chants of “yes” and “please” leaving your lips. He moved his big thumb onto your clit as he slowly worked more and more of himself inside of you, moving it around in circles as you clenched around him. He could feel you getting close to the edge as your chanting turned to wordless little cries.
“Go on,” he said, as he rocked into you, his pace quickly becoming frantic. “Go on, let go, I’ve got you.” You did, coming hard around him, soaking him with your juices, your body shaking. He wasn’t far behind you, grunting through his release.
He collapsed on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath. Then you started laughing, a soft little thing. “Holy shit,” you said, incredulous. “Oh my god, Curtis.”
He chuckled, too, still coming back down to earth. “Yeah,” he said, as he peppered your face with kisses. “Yeah, I know.”
Curtis woke up in the morning to the sound of you on your phone. “I’m fine, Michelle. I just hung out with a friend last night and stayed at her house.” He reached across his bed and brushed his hand across your lower back. You looked down and smiled at him as you continued your conversation. “No, nothing like that. It’s fine. I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes at him conspiratorially, as you said, “Yes, I’ll be home soon. I promise.” He sat up, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder, then left you to your conversation and started getting ready for the day.
Michelle had freaked out when she’d gotten to your house that morning and you weren’t there, so you weren’t able to have the lazy morning together that Curtis would have liked. But that was alright, he’d gotten an entire day and night with you. That would have to be enough. He tamped down the part of himself that knew it never would be.
You both got dressed, you wearing your clothes from yesterday, along with a borrowed plain, dark blue baseball cap to try to obscure your identity. Once you were ready, he walked you to the end of his block, right before things started to get a little busier. You’d decided that the coffee shop another block from his house would be a decent place to get an Uber from. He stood on the corner, holding your hand, not quite ready to let you go yet.
You looked around cautiously then smiled. “I think we’re alone now,” you sing-songed then laughed, giving him a short, sweet kiss. “Thank you for everything.” Then you dropped his hand and walked away.
He returned to his house, dreaming of a day your time together wouldn’t have to end this way.
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I have a twin and I'm jealous of you guys drawing together, it's so cool! Unfortunately we were compared a lot during our childhood and made to compete with each other instead of working together, so ended up choosing different paths so we could have "our own thing" and not be compared so much. It makes me especially sad that my twin is very insecure about that, and will say things like "I don't want to learn to draw, you're already so much better than me", like it's still a competition. Anyway sorry for rambling but I was curious, do you guys ever compare your art, or get insecure / competitive, thinking that one is better than the other?
An important issue for us, and we have a lot to say about it, so this will be a long one.
Yes, we were compared a lot. In everything, starting with who started talking first, who runs faster, who has better grades, etc., etc. For some reason, people see two identical people and think that it'll be so fun to play the game "spot the difference" with them. Obviously it feels like crap, to say the least. In general, being compared to someone sucks, but being compared to your actual real life clone who is essentially on the same level/has the same experience as yourself sucks 100 times worse.
Our art journey was difficult from the very beginning because one of us was a little slower at learning and his art style developed slower in general. But we both love drawing so much that we just couldn't give it up, so we worked at it and worked at it until we were both equally good at it. It was funny to see our college professors finally shut up about which of the two of us was better because they realized we had destroyed the difference.
To answer the last part of your question: yes, we have moments of envy/insecurity about our art because we can't simply stop comparing. But we learn to work through it by reminding ourselves that we shouldn't compete with each other, because (our personal opinion) it is better not to fight among ourselves, but to combine our forces against someone else lol
To you and your twin - we're sorry they feel insecure about that, but we hope you're both happy with paths you've both chosen. And thanks for reaching out, it's cool to ramble about twins stuff for a change and to see some other twins out there!
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Guys, I’m gonna need the fandom to stop being weird about Phee.
Okay, so, first off, I’m not back. I’m still on break; I just logged in to check on the DMs? Made the mistake of checking the tags, and happened to see some real hot takes about Phee’s line about Tech and wrote this out before my better judgment kicked in. Two things:
1. From a narrative perspective, a NARRATIVE perspective, not a character perspective, a narrative perspective, Phee’s line has the exact same function as every other mention of Tech by the characters and visual reference to him through the season so far. We haven’t seen any single character process Tech’s “death.” And by processing Tech’s death, I mean that we haven’t seen a single character come to terms with it the way we, for example, saw Omega and Tech come to terms with Echo’s departure, or the entire ghost crew come to terms with Kanan’s death in Rebels.
In refusing to show us this, the show refuses to allow the audience to internalize Tech’s death as an actual event that has consequences and is expected to stick. In addition to this, the show pokes at us at least once an episode, whether by a single line or by visual cues, to remind us of Tech’s absence. In so doing, the show refuses to allow the audience to fully let Tech go; this only makes sense from a writing perspective if the absence is temporary and the much needed catharsis after an event like the first five minutes of “Plan 99” is going to come from something other than processing the character’s death—something like letting him come back. Phee’s line is just another one of those jabs reminding us that Tech is absent.
(Before anyone comes in here saying that they’re probably mourning Tech off-screen: They probably are. That’s not the point. The point is that there is purpose in what writers choose to emphasize. They have had plenty of opportunity to show us Omega or someone coming to terms with what happened, and plenty of time to do even more than that, because not only are they willing to stop for emotional moments—half the season so far has been Crosshair’s extended emotional moment and catharsis from two seasons of buildup. I’m actually not willing to argue about this at this point.)
2. The way Phee talks here is the way that every character has been talking about Tech the whole season. She’s not unique. The Tech mentions have largely been informative and impersonal—just enough to hurt, not enough to derail a conversation. The emphasis has not been on the loss of him as a person, but instead on his absence and how that makes life difficult. Once again, from a narrative perspective, this is because getting personal with the Tech mentions leads directly into the characters actually processing their loss; and since the show is not allowing that processing to happen since it’s almost definitely bringing him back, the little, slightly impersonal mention once an episode is as far as it can go in bringing Tech up. And since it doesn’t want us to forget about him either, that’s what we end up with. It’s not bad just because Phee did it too now.
3. From a character perspective generally speaking (of the whole cast), the way the mentions work reads to me as ambiguous grief. Remember that Hunter and co. never recovered a body, never really saw any evidence, and don’t really know what happened to Tech in the end. And, speaking from personal experience, not knowing can be emotionally paralyzing and can leave you incapable of processing your loss, because you don’t know if it’s a loss or not. They come across to me as stuck and unable to to anything that we see besides noting that he’s not there. He’s gone, they don’t know where he is; he might be dead, and he might not.
4. And, speaking of Phee specifically: Phee’s mention of Tech wasn’t overtly sad, but neither was Omega’s mention of Tech back in “Shadow’s of Tantiss.” Not everyone cries every time they bring up someone they lost. I don’t. Don’t expect everyone to outwardly react the way you want them too, please.
And, frankly (this IS a hill I will die on) Phee brought Tech up out of nowhere. They weren’t talking about him. She brought him up completely unprompted in an unrelated conversation, meaning he’s on her mind, meaning that, no, she’s not over it.
PS: Do not come into my notes and bring up Fives and the lack of Fives discussion in TBB. I love Fives, I love the domino twins, but Fives was a secondary character on a completely different show with a completely different kind of narrative structure. Not bringing him up in this show is not the same as not allowing the characters or audience to process the happened to Tech.
PPS: I’m sorry if I sound salty in this. I am. This isn’t really directed at anyone I follow or interact with on her, or really anyone who follows me; this is directed at certain parts of the larger fandom that are kind of exhausting.
PPPS: If anyone comes into this post to call me delusional for still thinking Tech is coming back because that’s literally what they’ve set up on screen, they’re getting instablocked.
PPPPS: Don’t @ the cast and crew on Twitter, guys. Just don’t. Think about what they’re doing and what you’re doing, and don’t.
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This is it; this is the Big 'Un that's been knocking around in my head since the bookclub's inception.
When it comes to mentions of the biblical parallels in Trigun, I've seen that Wolfwood is most frequently discussed as a Judas figure. I think it's important, though, to note that carrying out the Judas role to Vash's Jesus was a job he was ordered to take, and it's one he went through the motions of following while having the ulterior motive of killing the one who gave him the order in the first place. In fact, when Wolfwood does turn traitor, it's actually Knives and the GHG he chooses to betray. He ends up Judas-ing the guys who assigned him to the Judas mission - that's some sweet irony!
And as Wolfwood's time in the story draws to an end, he takes the path completely contrary to Judas' ignominious end by suicide. He instead takes a leap of faith and dares to place his trust in Vash's vision for humanity's future. His faith remains imperfect, but in the midst of all his doubt and uncertainty, he persists anyway.
This last stand of his becomes Wolfwood's ultimate affirmation of his devotion to Vash's ideals, and he effectively becomes a martyr, which places him far outside the image of Judas. In fact, I think that when we look back on his character arc as a whole, we can see how it more neatly lines up in trajectory with the story of another apostle: Peter.
Like Peter in the gospel narratives, Wolfwood finds it difficult to have the kind of faith that is asked of him. Vash goes into his battle with Rai Dei insisting to Wolfwood that he can finish the conflict without taking a life, but Wolfwood intervenes against Vash's wishes because he was worried about Rai Dei's next move. Peter sees Jesus walking on water and goes out to join him, but with the rough winds blowing around him, Peter becomes overwhelmed by fear and begins to sink. After these failures of faith in their respective stories, Peter and Wolfwood are then chastised by the men they follow.
Matthew 14:31 (NRSV) - Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?"
And it's these struggles with doubt, these moments of fear and cynicism overtaking faith that are so instrumental to the Christian perspective on salvation with its message of "You are flawed by nature, but you are loved beyond all comprehension nonetheless. Accept this love that it may save you and change you."
In Peter's case, although he is singled out multiple times for his failures (e.g. denying Jesus three times), he still holds a special place of prominence among Jesus' disciples. The 21st chapter of John features a conversation between Peter and the resurrected Jesus in which Peter affirms his love for Jesus three times (a reversal of the three times he denied Jesus), and Jesus responds by instructing Peter to care for his flock. After Jesus ascends to Heaven, Peter continues the work set out for him in building the early church until his eventual martyrdom, which, according to church tradition, occurs via upside-down crucifixion (see Caravaggio's rendition here). Interestingly, Wolfwood's martyrdom also involves lots of grievous bodily harm being dealt by crosses.
So the saint gets brought to death's doorstep, and that brings us to the infamous whiskey bottle
Others have already pointed out that "The Bride" likely refers to the Bride of Christ. This excerpt from the Catechism of the Catholic Church sums up the concept:
The unity of Christ and the Church, head and members of one Body, also implies the distinction of the two within a personal relationship. This aspect is often expressed by the image of bridegroom and bride. The theme of Christ as Bridegroom of the Church was prepared for by the prophets and announced by John the Baptist. The Lord referred to himself as the "bridegroom." The Apostle speaks of the whole Church and of each of the faithful, members of his Body, as a bride "betrothed" to Christ the Lord so as to become but one spirit with him. The Church is the spotless bride of the spotless Lamb.
Now Peter is of particular importance when talking about the Church as an institution, because in the Catholic tradition, Peter is believed to have been granted a distinguished position of authority as the very foundation of Jesus' church, and every Pope is considered a successor to Peter in their occupation of the Church's highest office.
So Peter = Pope = the head of the Bride of Christ. And if we take the reading of Wolfwood as a Peter analogue.... you see where we're going. The Bride of Christ has been sanctified through a powerful demonstration of sacrificial love and prepared for the wedding to the bridegroom, but right here Yasuhiro Nightow subverts the biblical metaphor to devastating effect. The wedding doesn't come to fruition, because Vash can't bring himself to step into the role of the heavenly bridegroom. In this moment, he just feels all too painfully human in his grief. Wolfwood ascends - celebrated across the sky by those he saved with his selfless love, but Vash descends - acting as an ordinary person mourning the loss of a loved one.
John 13:36 (NRSV) - Simon Peter said to him, “Lord, where are you going?” Jesus answered, “Where I am going, you cannot follow me now...."
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Please enjoy this excerpt from my forthcoming Hancock one-shot! As I said previously, I'm going to be focusing solely on finishing this up for the next couple of days. Once it's wrapped up, I'm planning a major inbox cleanout (currently sitting at over 100 messages in there...I'm terribly sorry, but also, I love hearing from you guys so much!), with lots of blurbs and shorter posts to hopefully get the oldest/simplest requests fulfilled. I also have a few other things planned for funsies, because, y'know, Kinktober.
Brace yourselves to be absolutely sick of me in the back half of this month. Thanks for reading!
John Hancock (FO4) x Virgin!Reader One-Shot
Warnings: smut (18+), very sexual pining, loss of virginity, corruption kink, reader's first "real" orgasm, absolutely perverted thoughts, mutual and consensual drug use, discussion of addiction, mild exhibitionism, finger fucking, mutual masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), cock piercings, possessive sex, manhandling, hair pulling, breeding kink, slightly dishonest creampie, jealousy, self-hating John.
Preview Word Count: 2,200
Notes: Reader is a former vault dweller but is explicitly not Nora/the Sole Survivor. Post-Institute destruction. It was difficult to choose an excerpt that's representative of the whole piece; do not let this preview trick you if it seems overly romantic. It's nasty.
Your heart raced under your skin, your pulse flying under the press of his fingertips as he pushed you firmly against the decrepit wall. You exhaled harshly through your nostrils, hands coming to knot themselves into his work flannel as his mouth pressed forward with its assault on yours. He expected you to begin to push him away using the shirt for leverage, but couldn't force himself to pull back first through the blinding possessive rage he felt.
John had always been more of a “free love” sort of guy most of his life, jumping from partner to partner without much thought or care, and, because he'd never put much emotional investment or time into any particular partner, had never really cared enough about another person to feel possessive of them. Jealousy was such a negative, ugly emotion that he hated to waste any of his time on it, but the fire he'd felt in his gut from the moment he'd watched that asshole place his fingers under your chin to tilt your face up, obviously angling for a kiss, could not be ignored.
He heard the whispers of the people around Sanctuary, around every settlement and trade outpost; the speculations about why a woman like you would choose to travel with a ghoul as a companion, why you'd spend almost all your time with him, how you were so comfortable touching and being touched by him. Criticism from shitheads about his own actions and choices rolled off of him like water off a mirelurk shell, valid or not, but it stirred him up fiercely to hear these people you'd given so much of yourself to judge you, as if they had any room. Some of the more hateful ones called you a fetishist and a freak when they thought no one else could hear, and if it weren’t for you specifically asking him to not start trouble around the settlements unless you started it first, he would have made those people swallow their own teeth long ago.
That guy had added himself to that list the moment he made it clear that he pitied you for your choices.
John hadn’t previously had much problem with him, save for noticing the glint in his eye when he spoke with you. He couldn't necessarily begrudge him his attraction to you, though; you were, after all, the most beautiful woman in the Commonwealth, hands down. Beyond that, you were kind, generous, hardworking, and terrifyingly smart. You’d give the clothes off your back to anyone who needed them, and would offer a stranger your shoulder to cry on if they needed. It was nearly impossible to not fall in love with you, just a little. He knew; he had tried and failed as miserably as he'd ever failed at anything.
The guy’s feelings themselves weren't the problem, though. The problem was that he obviously thought himself some sort of contender for your affections. Or, he was trying to make himself one. It couldn't be tolerated. If this trespass was allowed, every man in the Commonwealth who fancied you or cut of your vault suit would feel comfortable trying to pick you up right in front of him, and it'd be nothing but trouble for everyone involved.
His mouth found the side of your throat, placing open-mouthed kisses and sharp nips the way he knew you liked in a beeline from your clavicle to your ear. When you squirmed, letting out an airy moan as you yanked him closer, he latched onto your pulse point and sucked, bathing the skin with his tongue hard enough to leave a spotted, wine-colored mark that you wouldn't be able to hide the next day. You liked that, too, but you’d never admit it out loud.
Well, unless he made you, maybe...
A low, drawn out moan escaped your mouth, your hands moving up to cup the back of his head, pulling him still closer. He obliged you, pressing the line of his entire body against you, making you feel his throbbing need against your belly, and you whimpered in response, your hands finding the top button of his flannel and beginning to work it open.
He paused his ministrations, reaching up to cup your cheek gently, your own fingers stalling for a single beat as he gazed into your eyes, trying to reassure you that he wasn’t upset with you. And he wasn’t. You hadn’t done anything wrong. But he was upset at that guy’s uncharacteristically bold actions, his disregard of his place in your life. The disregard of the others.
He needed to assert his place. He needed to show you how he felt.
Promptly, he resumed his ministrations. By the time you'd managed to undo the last cracked button, he’d left a huge, oblong purple bruise along the side of your elegant throat.
“John,” you whispered in between harsh breaths, your hands moving to yank the thin shirt over your head. “I want you.”
The tone of your voice was sure and clear despite how it trembled. When he fully looked up to your face, you were gazing at him dreamily, your brow furrowed with effort as your hips began to move, trying to find some friction against his. Just like the previous night, he could clearly see your desire, your trust, in the way you gazed at him. Still, though, a tug of guilt in his chest had him chastising himself as he hesitated; he should protect you and tell you to not do this. Not only because of the societal response you could expect for being with a ghoul, but because he was far from anyone’s ideal man. He didn’t deserve you. He wasn’t sure he could be everything you needed, and wasn’t sure a man even existed on Earth who could be all that a divine woman like you deserved.
Even knowing this, he couldn't pull himself away from you. The overwhelming desire he'd felt since the moment you'd met burned too hot in his gut, long transformed from a deep want to a need.
“John.” you repeated, slightly louder though just as winded.
His head dropped to your shoulder, kissing across it placidly for a moment. Your hands traveled up his back, eventually moving up to grab the tricorn from his head and toss it onto the counter beside you. He felt the warm bloom of self-consciousness as you pecked along his bald head gingerly, your lips feeling extra plush against his ruined skin.
“This really what you want, sunshine?” he asked, forehead coming to rest against your own as his hands rubbed your sides.
You didn’t respond vocally, but instead reached out to stroke his cheek like he had yours, thumb swiping back and forth for a few moments. There was a silence, but a warm, comfortable one that wrapped you together in your own little bubble. When your eyes met again, he had his answer.
He led you by your soft hand to the next room, the two of you dropping onto the mattress in the corner, chuckling at the plume of dust that rose from the thing as you cuddled close. Your hands absentmindedly petted at him, one twiddling at one of the frayed tails of his shirt, averting your eyes. Soon, the unoccupied hand began to move down his chest, stroking the wiry muscle of his exposed torso. Your palm was warm and soft against him as you explored his chest, eyes following your hand as it slowly moved lower. He tensed a bit as your hand swept along his abdominals ticklishly, fingertips dipping below the waistband of his jeans. You hesitated a moment, your fingers retreating slightly to sweep back and forth along the upper seam, toying with the loose threads there.
John was radiating tension at the way you were touching him; you had never been quite this bold before, and his head swam with the overwhelming amount of emotion that he felt as your fingers began to dip below again, shyly. He was proud of you, knowing how much work you’d put into getting over your nerves to get to this point; at the same time, he was beyond touched that he was the man you’d chosen to share these milestones with. Both of these tender feelings made the overwhelming arousal he felt at your soft hands on his body a little embarrassing.
His breath caught in his throat when the tips of your fingers lightly brushed his erection, the sound odd. You froze, eyes moving to his to assess; he gave you a small head shake to convey that you hadn’t hurt him or anything, his usually silver tongue caught in his throat.
Given the green light, you slid your hand just a little further down, warm against the side of his shaft as you gently explored; your ginger poking and prodding was unpracticed, almost clinical, your hand trembling a little as you made him squirm. He was already rock hard, electricity sparking from where you touched him, and his frazzled emotional state didn’t help in the slightest. He gave a little grunt, trying to remain quiet and calm but feeling a mounting need to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you down against the filthy mattress and make you come undone.
He wanted you naked.
Generally, when you two got to fooling around, you were more than okay with him touching you both over and under your clothes, and you responded to him beautifully, making it easy to figure out what you liked and what you didn’t. However, you were often very skittish to fully remove your clothes when he made it clear he actually wanted to touch you. In the past several weeks you’d been so bold as to let him push up the hem of your shirts or open the blouse of your dresses to softly fondle and kiss your breasts, which you held and shielded with your hands when he wasn’t directly touching them, your face dusted with a dusky, embarrassed blush.
It hurt him terribly to see that you doubted your own beauty; if he had his way, he would spend every day from here to the next end of the world showing you how gorgeous you really were. But at the same time, the lingering shyness you demonstrated drove him wild.
A sharp inhale left his mouth when you suddenly wound your index finger lightly around the head of his cock, the softly calloused pad collecting some of the precum that dribbled from the slit and dragging along his piercing. You jumped a little at the sound, but when he looked at you in the dim light, your eyes were wide and the corners of your mouth were turned up ever-so-slightly in an expression of gentle confidence. He didn’t dare interrupt you, not wanting to risk throwing you off whatever wave you were currently on, instead tucking what remained of his lower lip between his teeth as you shimmied a little closer to him, the new proximity granting you a little more length of your arm to slide into his pants.
When your soft fingers curled all the way around his shaft, he nearly lost himself.
He cried out, the sound embarrassing and dragging out as you moved your grip on him up and down, slowly, hesitantly, his face burning with the shameful realization that he’d nearly cum in his pants like a teenager from a single touch from you. He was grateful his blush couldn’t be read on his tarnished skin as he dropped his face to your shoulder once more, placing a series of little kisses across the tan softness there as your blush began to work it's way down to your chest. One of his hands swept down your spine, caressing you softly as it slipped low and came to rest in the small of your back.
“Fuck.” he grunted, his jaw clenched tight as you continued your gentle ministrations, “I wanna see you, baby. Please.”
Your hand paused for a moment, giving a couple more gentle strokes before pulling back. When he lifted his head again, you were looking at him straight-on.
“Only if I get to see you, too.” you replied simply, your voice just above a whisper.
He was surprised at that; John had no real issues being a ghoul, but generally made it a practice to stay mostly clothed during sex for the ease of things (and, you know, just in case someone decides they don’t like what they see). His shirt was already hanging open, exposing his chest, but he went shirtless or open shirted frequently, both at home and on the road. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to you. He pulled back from you a bit to straighten up, his hands coming to work the fly of his jeans down as he gazed back at you, lips swollen and throat heavily marked where you sat, leaning back against the moldering wall.
“Deal.”
#this has turned into almost as big a monster as the first part of duplicity#john hancock fo4#hancock fo4#john mcdonough#hancock x reader#john hancock smut#submission
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Strange way of life part 2
Heyyy ! It took me forever to write part 2 and I'm not sure yet if I'll do a part 3 or not but if you were patient enough, here's the new adventures of Cooper Howard and his soulmate
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Sometimes, Y/N didn't know whether to look at Lucy with admiration or concern.
One of her cousin's greatest qualities was her kindness. An infinite kindness, fueled by optimism and an almost blind trust in humanity. It was truly beautiful, but also extremely dangerous and maybe a little stupid in the wastelands.
It would be a lie to say that Y/N wouldn't have hesitated to save the Ghoul, soulmate or not. After everything he had done to them, she wasn't sure she could forgive him. But at the same time, she didn't necessarily want him to die.
So she had watched Lucy give him all those vials that he seemed to need. The cowboy had stared at them, before turning his gaze to Lucy, then to Y/N. He was visibly lost. He too would have hesitated to help himself, no doubt.
Leaving him in front of the Super Duper, the two women continued on their way, looking for the supervisor, and with the hope of finding Maximus again.
On the way, Lucy talked more about him than her father, so happy to have finally met her soulmate.
"Do you think he'll be disappointed that I got married ? Even if it only lasted a few hours and I'm now a widow ? Oh, he might be unhappy not to be my first ! Do you think I should tell him about Chet ?"
"You shouldn't tell anyone about Chet."
"He's so handsome, and he seems so kind, so brave. My knight in metal armor, like in the movies. Maybe you'll meet your Cooper soon ! Can you imagine ?!"
"Yes, I imagine…"
Y/N could have confided in her. Not only would her cousin not have judged her, but she would have done everything to comfort her in this difficult moment. The problem was also that she would have started looking for positive sides in the Ghoul, even to the point of suggesting that they turn around to go back and get him.
Carrying this secret alone was still very painful. Since she was little, she dreamed of this meeting, of this man, the one who would love her, protect her, make her happy. The fabulous Cooper Howard.
As they tried to rest in a ruined building, Y/N took the time to think about all this. It might not have been a good idea, but she couldn't help it.
She could accept his appearance. The poor man wasn't responsible for the mutations he had undergone, and as Lucy said, it was character and actions that mattered most in the end. The problem was that the Ghoul had a horrible character and his actions were even more unforgivable.
That he needed these drugs, she could accept too. She had seen what would happen to him if he didn't take them, after he had shot that Roger guy in the head. It had shocked her cousin, but it was obvious that it was an act of mercy.
Maybe the only way for him to get those drugs was to sell innocent people. Maybe. Y/N couldn't pretend to know what she would choose to do in this situation, to ensure her survival. She had been lucky to be born and raised in a vault.
But he hadn't even tried to talk to them. He had immediately treated them like animals, not giving them a chance, knowing that they knew nothing about this world.
"Asshole." she mumbled, holding back tears. "All this time hoping and he's an asshole."
"Hmm… What ?"
"Nothing, Lucy. Sleep."
After years of praying to meet him, Y/N now prayed to never see him again. It seemed that fate had a problem with her, because when they had just found her uncle, who also happened to be a horrible person, the Ghoul came out of the shadows to shoot him, asking where his family was.
It was surprising that he let the supervisor go, after the carnage he had caused in Philly. He seemed to be a pretty good shot though.
"We all want answers." Cooper Howard said without looking at them, staring into the distance. "If we follow him, we'll find them. Unless you want to go back to your hole, safe, away from all this shit."
Lucy's decision was clear when she shot her mother in the head to end her suffering that had lasted far too long, then got up to follow the cowboy.
Even though it seemed to impress the Ghoul a bit, his eyes fell on Y/N when he turned around and only on her, displaying a strange mixture of hope and fear, as if he himself did not know if he preferred that she come or that she return to her shelter.
He said nothing when she took her cousin's arm, hugging her to walk together in the Mojave desert.
Several times, she had the impression that he wanted to talk to her. He glanced at her, he sighed, mumbled. For no reason, he handed her his gourd of pure water, without ever offering it to Lucy, but letting her pass it to her cousin.
Neither of them broached the important subject however, nor what had happened before they understood who they were supposed to be to each other. It was Lucy, completely ignorant of their situation, who put her food in it.
"An apology for the way you treated us would be nice, if we have to travel together."
"Really ? An apology, sugar ? And who's going to apologize for my face ? What happened to my family, to the world ? Hmm ? Because if I have to do what I do to survive, it's certainly not my fault."
"But it's not ours either ! We didn't know about my father, and we're going to find him so he can face justice in a court of his peers."
"… She's for real ?" Cooper asked, staring at Y/N. "Really ? She's saying what I hear, meaning every word ?"
"… Yes, I'm afraid so."
"As the sheriff says in the sublime The Man from Deadhorse, it's not…"
"Damn, I know what that stupid sheriff is saying, I'm… I mean, I was… Whatever, that guy was an idiot, and I'm not going to apologize for the state of the world."
"That would still be nice." Y/N mumbled as she stopped looking at him, snuggling into her blanket by the fire.
Her remark was followed by a long speech on morality and honor that Lucy seemed to care a lot about, not realizing that the Ghoul wasn't listening to her at all, focused on her cousin.
For her part, Y/N was trying to accept that her soulmate had died, 200 years ago now, leaving only a vague memory and a few movies, and that the man standing next to her had nothing to do with Cooper Howard.
Apparently, he was cruel enough not to make it easy for her.
It had been a while since Lucy had finally fallen asleep, and Y/N had just fallen asleep too, when she was suddenly woken up, feeling something on her. Grimacing, the bounty hunter stammered incomprehensible words, leaving her a second blanket before returning to his guard post, turning his back on her.
She hesitated, telling herself that he was not the one she had always been waiting for, but it was stronger than her, she ended up going to sit next to him.
"You should rest." he growled while continuing to look at the desolate plains.
"Thanks for the blanket. Aren't you going to be cold ?"
"Nah, don't worry about lil old me, sweetie. Go back to sleep, because if you're too tired to follow us tomorrow, I'll abandon you in the middle of the desert."
"You won't do that." She said, unable to hold back a smile.
"Hmm. Maybe not. If you want to risk it."
The silence could have been awkward, but Y/N took a deep breath, observing the starry sky and the vast lands that stretched out before them as far as the eye could see. If you forgot that it was the result of an explosion, now populated by wild creatures and even more dangerous people, it was quite beautiful.
As discreetly as possible, she also looked at the Ghoul, trying to find the face she had seen on screen so often. There was something in his eyes, in addition to his cowboy disguise. Was he filming a new movie when it happened ? How had he lost his family ? She had so many questions.
"You don't want to know." He sighed, still without a glance at her.
"What ?"
"Trust me, sweetie. You don't want to know, and you don't want anything to do with me. When this is over, you'll go back to your lil shelter, you'll find a nice guy, like I found my wife, and you'll be very happy. A pretty girl like you, it won't be complicated. You… NO !"
Without realizing it, Y/N had come closer, and her hand had landed on his in a thoughtless gesture. As if it had burned him, Cooper Howard had immediately pulled away, getting up to get as far away from her as possible, looking at her as if she was crazy.
Near the fire, Lucy continued to sleep.
"Radiations. Bad idea, sugar. Keep your distance."
"But…"
"No 'buts'. You deserve better, okay ? Sorry about that, and the rest. I'll check that there's no danger around."
Slightly troubled, Y/N returned to the fire, while the bounty hunter went to check that his scream had not attracted anyone. Even if she did not think that he would leave her behind if she was exhausted, she ended up falling asleep, without even thinking about the fact that she had been entitled to an apology, and perhaps some hope.
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I Think...
Word Count: 1K Summary: Hmmm heartbreak is so frustrating Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort Yoongi X Reader I miss him so much.... Life Goes on, Amygdala and D-Day are literally keeping me sane.
Yoongi had always admired you from across the court, you showed up to every game with a smile even on days when you had been through it, you showed up to support your boyfriend. Your boyfriend barely batted an eye when you showed up disheveled simply sending a nod in your direction before the game, if his team won? He celebrated on the court and went out to dinner not even acknowledging your presence. Yoongi would meet you at the end of each game and for each celebration he treated you to ice cream. Oh it hurt, he wished someone would love him like you loved that shitbag, but he continued watching from afar, stuck as a friend who didn’t confess fast enough.
Quite honestly it wasn’t a surprise when the head cheerleader ran out on the court and kissed your boyfriend, you had figured it would happen soon, especially with how clingy she had been. It didn’t stop the humiliation though. The whole team cheered as you ran out of the gym with your head down. Yoongi was quick on his feet, hopping up from the ground where he had been tying his shoes, he bolted for the door, quickly being stopped by two of his teammates. “Hey Suga, we need to practice.” They said, trying to get him back on the court, but one look from him had the scattering, they all knew the man was unpredictable. Yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing the doors open as hard as he could, the loud bang echoing through the gym.
He jogged out into the parking lot, already getting drenched by the rain within seconds. It was difficult to see but he could hear a faint pounding, he called out your name hoping you weren’t stuck in this rain. He headed in the direction that the pounding came from when he heard it freeze after his call, he struggled to find you for a moment but when he did, he felt rage build in his chest. There you were crumpled into a ball next to that shitbags truck, the scuffs on the paint showing that you had been trying to do some sort of damage to the vehicle.
“Ya know…Jungkook left his baseball bat in my car. Want to do some real damage?” He wondered out loud, a little breathless from his jog but he wouldn’t let you know.
“Yoongi…” You croaked, hands trembling as you reached out for him. It was interesting, you had been so obsessed with that shit bag but he had never been comforting, with any problem you went to Yoongi. Yoongi had been your person, he held you as you cried and cared for you when you were sick.
So even drenched by the rain, when Yoongi wrapped his arms around you to hoist you into his arms, you felt warm. “Why would he do this to me?” You whimpered sadly, Yoongi just held you tighter, carrying you through the parking lot towards his car. You didn’t know how he opened the door but you know that he sat you on the leather seat, buckling you up. Once you were safely in the vehicle he moved his hand to switch on the seat warmers before moving to get in himself, making sure to turn on the heat as soon as he started the car.
He didn’t know how long he drove, all he knows is by the time he stopped, you were passed out. You had grabbed one of his hoodies he had thrown in the back about 10 minutes into the drive. You looked peaceful like you hadn’t just gotten your heart torn out.
“He was so stupid. He was just some lucky idiot who would never deserve you. So fucking lucky. You're an idiot too. A beautiful idiot who chooses the wrong guys. Too dumb to realize just how long I’ve been wondering what it would be like to be loved by you, what it would be like to openly love you. God stupid idiot. Why did you make me love you if you could never love me?” Yoongi sniffled, his long hair falling into his face as he hunched over the steering wheel.
“Yoongi?” You mumbled, having woken up during his ramble. The man looked up quickly, hand reaching out to soothe your hair, trying to lure you back to sleep.
“Oh, it’s okay. You go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get to your place.” He cooed, gently caressing your hair with an artificial grin.
“Can you sing to me?” You wondered, earning a gummy smile in response clearing his joke before beginning to sing ‘Life Goes On’ a song he had written and only sang for you. When he slowed his singing into a hum and began driving, you mumbled, startling him since he had thought you had fallen asleep, “You’re wrong.” is what you said, earning a questioning hum in response, “You’re wrong, I think I can love you. I want to, but I’m scared. You make everything less scary but what would happen if I fuck up and I didn’t have you anymore? What if you get bored and leave me?”
The jolt of the car stopping abruptly had you wincing, especially because of the way the seatbelt had tugged on you. “Now you listen here you little beautiful idiot,” He started, switching the car back into the park in the middle of the empty road, “Under no circumstances could I ever get bored of you, we sit in silence half of the time we hang out and I still ask to hang out, do I not? You do not have to love me; however, I have earned the right to love you like my life depends on it, okay? Romance be damned, we will always be together. I never want you to feel scared of me, because with anything that happens, I will be right here. We will always stand side by side, I do not doubt that-” He was so ready to spiral into everything he had ever felt when he felt you drape your body around his own, hugging him tightly to quiet him.
“I think I can love you, I want to love you. Will you help me?”
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Reality Check - Oops Baby
Masterlist
Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!
Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader
Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I am trying to update my other pics but the reaction I getting from this ones really giving me the motivation to continue it... so thank you and I hope you enjoy this update! ♥️ It's not a super long one but everything gonna become clear I promise!)
Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
“What do you mean I can’t see him right now?” You demanded, glancing down at Emse as you awaited a response from the doctor.
“He has been in a natural coma for a month and a half. It's going to take him a while before he’s even a little coherent. We also want to monitor him closely over the next few hours. He might be awake but he’s not out of the woods yet!” The doctor stated plainly “I know you want to see him but overwhelming him this soon after he’s woken up and suffered a cardiac arrest is not going to help with his recovery.” The doctor continued, giving your arm a gentle squeeze “If all goes well, you can see him tomorrow.”
You nodded to show your understanding and then looked at Ben. He looked as frustrated as you felt but you didn’t want to do anything that could risk his recovery. This was all just so difficult to get your head around.
Your near-death from Esme’s birth, to waking up to learn Frankie had had another major heart attack and was on life support until a heart came available, had been hard to come to terms with. It had been hard to navigate parenthood without him but then it had probably been the same for him at first.
But, as hard as this had been for you. How desperate you’d been for him to get better and wake up. It had hit Ben the hardest.
6 weeks earlier…
Ben opened the front door to Frank’s house and was immediately greeted by Emse’s screams.
“Fish?” He called out as stepped into the dimly lit house.
When he had received a text from Frankie earlier to say he’s broken up with Mary, Ben had initially been over the moon. But after he’d finished his celebrations, he thought he should probably check on Frankie. The man had cared for Mary after all. So that’s what led Ben to come over. And after knocking a few times a receiving no answer, he let himself in. Not something that was overly unusual.
What was unusual was to receive no answer from the pilot and to hear Esme screaming. Fish had been a dedicated father from the moment he had brought her home. Something was wrong.
“Fish?” He called again as he scaled the stairs, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of his friend.
He came to a stop outside Frankie’s door, Esme’s screams were the loudest from inside and he didn’t even bother knocking. Either Frank was dead asleep or…
He didn’t wanna consider the alternative.
“FISH!!” He yelled upon finding his friend on the floor.
Frankie was sprawled on the floor, on his front with his head to one side. Eyes barely open. Esmerelda was on the floor beside him however looked to be unharmed. Clearly, Frank had managed to put her down gently as he collapsed.
Ben felt for a pulse and found one. It was weak but it was there. So, he scooped the baby up and lay her in the Moses basket in the corner before returning his attention to Fish, moving him so that he was laying on his back before pulling out his phone and dialling 911.
He spoke as calmly to the operator as he could whilst monitoring the pilot’s pulse and breathing. Putting the phone on loudspeaker and starting compressions the moment Frankie stopped breathing.
“Come on man… don’t do this to me.” Ben sobbed as he worked tirelessly to get his friend breathing again “Don’t leave Titch and Esme man…” Benny begged, “Don’t leave me!”
Finally, just as the paramedics arrived, Frank took a weak breath and then the rest was a blur. Ben called Will and told him to get to the hospital before attending to the crying baby beside him. He didn’t go in the ambulance. He knew he needed to get Esme fed and changed first. But as soon as that was done he had the baby bag packed and he was gone. Praying he wouldn’t be greeted by the news that he’d lost his best friend.
Present day…
Benny chewed nervously at his thumbnail as he waited for his friend to wake up. The doctors had lightly sedated him when he had grown more confused as he'd come to. That had been a little over twelve hours ago. Ben had waited at the hospital, sending you home with Esme and promising to ring you the moment he woke up.
Then three hours ago he was finally allowed to see Fish. The doctors had decided that it would be good for him to see a friendly face as he came to. So He sat and waited patiently for his best friend to come to. His nails taking a beating from how on end his nerves were.
A soft whimper grabbed his attention and Ben was on his feet in an instant, clutching Frankie's hand as he smiled sweetly at his waking companion.
"You with my Fishcake?" He asked softly, grinning like a loon when Frank weakly nodded, his eyes cracking open and revealing slivers of those brown orbs Ben had missed so much "Take it easy buddy. I'm here."
Frankie lugged his way to consciousness. It felt like he was walking through treacle. His limbs were heavy and his head filled with cottonwool yet slowly but surely, things got lighter and clearer. Ben waited patiently at his side. Watching as he grew more and more aware as each minute slugged by.
"Welcome back brother." He said as Frankie finally cracked his eyes open fully and rolled his head to look at him "You gave us a scare."
"I..." Frankie trailed off as his brows drew together, the memories of what happened slithering back through.
You, standing there smiling with your outstretched hand. Pleading for him to return to you. Then the lights. The blinding lights and the pain as the car struck him. He was going to see you again. He was supposed to die.
The sound of his heart rate increasing made Benny call out for help, tears in his eyes as he feared that his friend might code again.
"Mr Morales, you need to calm down." Urged the doctor as they noted his vitals "This isn't good for you."
"Why." Frankie sobbed as he started to thrash in the bed "I should have died."
"Fish, what do you-"
"I was going to see her again." He sobbed.
"Who, Mel?" Benny asked as he stepped to his friend's side and clutched his hand, hoping to ground his friend "Frankie, Mel's gone."
"I was going to see Titch." He all but whispered "I was going back to her."
This made Benny pause. His brows pulled together in confusion at what his friend had just said. What did he mean he was 'going back to her'?
"What do you mean Fish?"
"Sir, I think you need to leave." The doctor urged, a nurse then pulling the man from the room so that the doctors could do their work. But he didn't leave the doorway of Frank's room.
"Mr Morales, do you know where you are?" The doctor asked but Frankie didn't answer, he just continued to sob and his heart monitor continued to chime "Mr Morales, you're in the hospital." The doctor stated "You suffered a massive heart attack. You had a heart transplant but fell into a coma. You have been out for almost two months."
"No... No, I was hit by a car." Frankie choked "I should have died... I... I wanted to see her again."
Benny's heart broke as he listened to his friend.
"You weren't hit by a car Mr Morales." The doctor urged, his head snapped to the nurse to his left and giving her a nod.
"You're lying."
The nurse then injected something into Frankie's IV and the man's thrashing grew sluggish. Ben could see from where he was standing that his friend's eyes were starting to grow heavy and in a manner of seconds, the room was all most silent again. Slowly but surely the medical staff started to file out, the doctor stopping beside Ben with an unreadable expression on his face.
Ben waited patiently for the man to speak, his heart pounding against his ribs as his eyes flitted between Fish and his doctor.
"What happened Doc?" Ben asked, his voice soft and vulnerable.
"He appears to be confused.' The doctor started "He... It seems that he experienced some sort of vivid dream when he was in his coma. He is convinced he was hit by a car."
"What can we do?"
"I think the best thing to do is keep him mildly sedated for now. Just to keep him calm until he gets his head around what actually happened to him." The man said as he scrapped a large hand over his stubbled jaw "He can't afford to get worked up like that again. His heart is still in a fragile state."
"Do you think seeing his daughter might help?" Benny asked and the doctor nodded.
"Sure. Anything positive like that should help him relax."
Benny nodded, giving the doctor a weak smile as his eyes zoned in on his friend.
"Thanks, doc."
"He'll be out for a few hours." The man said as he placed a friendly hand on Ben's arm "Get a coffee and something to eat. You're no good to him if you're not taking care of yourself."
...
Your heart leapt out of your chest as your phone started to ring loudly from the table beside you. Noting Ben's name on the screen, you answered it immediately as your pulsed raced.
"Ben?"
"He woke up."
"He did?" You choked as you covered your mouth with a shaky hand, trying to smother the sob that threatened to escape your lips.
"He was all confused and shit. Got a bit worked up and they had to sedate him again." Ben said, his voice wobbling as he spoke "They wanna keep him mildly sedated for now. Something about keeping him calm as he comes around. I guess being on pause for nearly two months can screw your brain up a little."
You chuckled at that. Your coma hasn't quite gone on that long but you had certainly been a little confused when you'd woken up.
Six weeks earlier...
Your sensations returned in waves but everything sounded muffled and felt heavy. Your limbs seemed to be made of lead, your fingers were all that seemed to want to obey your commands. The sounds around you were distorted. Almost like you were hearing them from underwater.
You managed to moan, hoping that it would give you a little more control over your body but alas you remained somewhat pinned in place, so you drifted to sleep again in the hopes that when you woke again things would be a little clearer.
...
Benny had wanted to shout from the rooftops when you'd started to show signs of waking up. The past few days had been hell for him. He and Will had split their time between your room and Frankie's. Neither of them wanted to leave either party on their own and when you started to twitch and moan, Benny finally started to feel a semblance of hope. So he clung to that, along with your hand as he waited for you to open your eyes.
That happened three hours later.
"Ben?" Your question was more of a whisper but he heard it all the same.
He placed Esme in her Pram and practically sprinted to your side, smiling sweetly at you as you blinked up at him.
"Hey, you." He said sweetly "Have a nice nap?"
"What happened?" You asked, your voice getting a little stronger but still scratching from weeks of disuse.
Benny grabbed the water bottle from the side table and popped in the straw that had been sitting beside it. Then bringing it to you your lips, he cupped your head and helped you lift it so that you could take soothing sips of the tepid liquid. You held your hand up when you'd had your fill and Benny placed the bottle down with one hand as his other gently lay your head back against the pillow.
"What happened?" You repeated and he sighed, how brow pulling together as he searched for the words.
"You uh... You haemorrhaged." He stated plainly "Pretty bad. It was touch and go for a bit but you fought... Small but mighty." He chuckled as his hand started to stroke your hair "You have been out for a few weeks but you needed the rest."
"Frankie and the baby okay?" This question made Ben's heart shatter. Standing he turned to the pram that was just out of your eye line and scooped up Esme, kissing her little nose when she started to fuss.
"I got little Esme right here." Ben stated as he brought your daughter into view and you sobbed at the sight of her. A head of brown hair and the cutest little plump cheeks.
"Oh, my angel." You choked as you press the button on your bed so that you were more upright, accepting your daughter into your waiting arms with a smile "Oh look at you." You cooed, memorising everything about her "You look just like your Papi." You chuckled as you looked at Ben and beamed "Where is Fish?"
Ben's expression grew solemn again and there was no hiding it from you now.
"Ben?... Where is Francisco?" You pushed and he sobbed.
"He's um... He's here."
"Where?"
"Titch?" He pleaded but you needed an answer.
"Benny... Tell me where he is!"
"He uh... He suffered a massive heart attack." Ben started, his eyes settling on Esme as she slept in your arms "They uh... They got him on life support. Waitin' for a heart."
"No..." You trailed off, tears flowing freely as you looked down you your daughter, envious of how clueless she was to all this.
"He'll die without one."
"No." You sobbed harder, your head dropping as you screwed your eyes shut and let yourself fall apart "We were supposed to do this together." You cried "We were supposed to be a family."
Present day...
You arrived at the hospital as soon as you could. You'd thrown a bag together for Esme, grabbed her pram and left, desperate to see Frankie awake.
His room was empty when you arrived. You looked around, trying to catch sight of him but coming up blank. He must've gone to get coffee. You pushed Esme's pram into Franks's room, tucking it in the corner so it didn't get in the way and then you took your place at Frankie's side. You didn't have to wait long for him to wake.
He was sluggish, his eyes fluttering open and closed for a while. The sedatives were making it hard for him to surface.
"That's it, Frankie." You said softly as you squeezed his hand and smiled sweetly at him "Come back to me."
This statement was like a bucket of ice water over Frankie's head. His head snapped towards you and his eyes filled with tears as he seemed to study every inch of your face.
"Titch." He choked, blinking furiously in an attempt to keep himself awake and you nodded.
"That's right, just come back to me my Frankie."
"I tried." He choked and you grew confused "I'm so sorry Titch." He sobbed and you stepped back as a hand pulled you away from him "Why won't you leave me be."
"Frankie-"
"Just leave me alone." He cried "Please..."
You turned on your heel and practically sprinted towards the door, colliding with Ben's solid chest. He scooped Esme up with practised ease with one arm and led you out the room with the other, leaving the doctors and nurses to work Franky.
"He... I don't..." You can't find the words, too heartbroken to string a coherent sentence together so Ben just holds you till you calm down. Giving himself a chance to figure out how was going to tell you what he needed to.
"Titch... There's uh... Well, there's something you should know." He said when your cries finally quietened "Fish he uh... Well, it seems like he experienced a pretty vivid dream in his coma."
You looked up at him with a bemused expression, head tilting to one side as you waited for him to continue.
"When he woke up, he was rambling about getting hit by a car." He continued "I guess that's what he'd dreamt just before he woke up."
"What are you trying to tell me, Ben?" You pushed and Ben let out a long sigh as he looked down at Esme in his arm.
"Frankie thinks you're uh... Well, he-"
"Spit it out, Ben." You grumbled, unable to take the suspense any longer.
"He thinks you're dead."
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Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad Activity Report
Final Part
Aaaand, we're done! Tomorrow we're starting with the mini-stories as promised.
1/22 (Fri) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba
Uh, this is Takeba.
Well, I see what you mean. The best thing for us to do is to prevent Nyx from being destroyed, right? If possible, it would be good if we could avoid hurting Ryoji.
Rather than that, now is the time for career counseling! Seriously, why are they doing it at a time like this?
1/23 (Sat) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo
It's Kirijo. Listening to you guys talk in the lounge, it seems like you've been worrying a lot about your career path. Looking ahead to the future should also help you get through the battle with Nyx. Worry about it a lot. There's still a long way to go, so just enjoy the freedom to choose your path.
1/24 (Sun) - Reporter: Ken Amada
A career path. It must be hard for everyone.
In my case, I can choose what I want as long as it doesn't become a financial burden on my relatives who are supporting me, so I feel at ease, but will I still have to worry about it when I go to high school?
Some of my classmates have already decided on their career path at this age, and some have decided on their own and are pushing forward. I'm worried about what will happen if they decide on their career path now and fail along the way, even though it's not my problem.
Because, aren't adults always irresponsible when their children are really in trouble? Yes, if there is a career path that doesn't require me to become that kind of adult, I would like to choose it.
1/25 (Mon) - Reporter: Aigis
Today, we had career guidance. For me, who still doesn't fully understand the meaning of "living," deciding on my future career path was difficult. Because of this, I confused my homeroom teacher, Ms. Toriumi, a little.
When I asked other people, it seems that after answering the questions about my career path, the teacher said, "If you've thought it through and decided, I won't interfere." But in my case, it was a little different, and she said, "I won't interfere... that's not possible. Aigis, sit there for a moment."
It seems that I still have a long way to go before I can truly become a human being. As for what my career path is... well... it's a little embarrassing.
1/26 (Tue) - Reporter: Junpei Iori
Hey, Junpei here! So you said "I'm embarrassed"! That's already human enough, isn't it? And what did you say to the teacher? There's no way you said "I want to become a fine tank." My dreams are big, I want to persuade Kirijo-senpai and become the president of the Kirijo Group!... No, that's impossible.
1/27 (Wed) - Reporter: Yukari Takeba
Uh, this is Takeba.
Junpei, if you have time to harbor such ambitions, try to get a triple-digit score on an exam paper at least once while you're in school. But, your career path...yes, your career path.
I want to think beyond my career path and into the way I live my life. What will happen to my life? Yes, I really need to create my future!
1/28 (Thu) - Reporter: Fuuka Yamagishi
Good evening, this is Yamagishi. My future path... I'm going to college, but maybe that's just because I wanted more time. I still have a lot to learn, so I want to improve that first. I don't know if that's the right thing to do, but I don't think I'll regret it. So... I can't lose to Nyx now.
1/29 (Fri) - Reporter: Akihiko Sanada
Someone previously said that this activity report was a contact book, but now it feels more like a declaration of intent.
I thought I was guiding my juniors as the most senior students, but before I knew it, you guys had really grown strong. We can't act like seniors anymore. You're all great friends and comrades. The day after tomorrow is the decisive battle, and we'll go and snatch victory! Shinji's with us!
1/30 (Sat) - Reporter: Mitsuru Kirijo
This is Kirijo.
It's been 10 years since Kirijo's accident created the Dark Hour, 5 years since we started SEES, and just under a year since we met you guys. It feels like a strange time that has passed in the blink of an eye, yet seems to have lasted a long time.
When I think about it, ever since that day 10 years ago, we've been trapped in a Dark Hour of delusion. A time that shouldn't have existed.
But that will end tomorrow. No, we will end it. We will defeat Nyx and avoid destruction. This is our chance as the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad.
We can thank you all... only after we return safely. We'll come back with no missing members!
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"Rory flirted non-stop with Jess in front of Dean! He had every right to be mad and react the way he did! He was a saint for putting up with it for so long"
Let's unpack this claim, shall we? After reading fantastic Gilmore Girls recaps by @saltygilmores my memory to Rory's shameless and scandalous flirting with Jess in front of Dean is refreshed, so I can list it here:
2x05 Rory and Jess first meet, he tries to get her to ditch dinner with him, she convinces him to stay. She is nice to him but not flirting. He seems interested in her though.
2x05 Rory and Jess run into each other at night and he is flirting by showing her a magic trick and giving her a book with his notes in the margins. She calls him "Dodger" which could be considered flirty, but it's not something I can't imagine her doing with Paris or Lane.
2x06 Jess dresses up as Luke and Rory looks at him and laughs. Oh the horror! How dare she look at another man! Doesn't she know she should put blinders on whenever Dean isn't around?
2x08 Rory runs into Jess in front of Doose's and rips him a new one. She tells him off for making Luke's life more difficult. She does admit that the prank he pulled was a little funny though. Then Dean runs into them and Rory isn't ashamed to introduce him as her boyfriend. She in no way, shape or form flirts with Jess in front of Dean in this moment, but Dean seems territorial and antagonistic to Jess from the start.
2x08 Jess takes Rory's advice and makes Luke's life a bit easier by fixing his toaster. On the way from the diner he smiles at Rory and she smiles back. Kind of flirty
2x10 Jess arrives at Bracebridge dinner and waves at Rory and Dean which makes Dean lose his mind. Rory does nothing.
2x10 Jess jumps into Rory's carriage which is not something she was expecting or could prevent. She tells him off for it and for fighting Dean previously. She becomes more understanding when he tells her he was really fighting some other guy who is allegedly a jerk. Jess proceeds to asks her what she has in common with Dean and she tries to find an answer. She defends Dean when Jess calls their relationship a "teacher - student" thing. They talk about Jess's family. Again, not really flirting.
2x10 Rory and Jess make eye contact across the room. Dean almost loses it. I will admit the eye contact was kind of flirty in an 18th century romance novel kind of way.
2x12 Rory laughs at a prank Jess pulls and Jess says: "you owe me an egg roll". Rory smiles as she watches Jess walk away. Kind of flirty territory.
2x13 Jess runs into Dean and Rory making out in Doose's and Dean gets mad because Jess "bugs him" and "is always around". Rory minimally interacts with Jess in this scene and tries to console angry Dean.
2x13 Jess bids on Rory's basket which makes Dean fly into unprecedented levels of rage. He should be mad at Jess but he chooses to yell at Rory who didn't even know about it instead.
2x13 Jess appears and Rory chooses to go with him to lunch over angry Dean who is throwing a tantrum. If he hadn't been so mad beforehand I would have understood him, because it is kind of shitty that his girlfriend is choosing to go on a lunch date with another guy over him, especially given the romantic nature of this event. Dean then storms off to tell on Rory to her mom. He says that he is worried that Jess will get Rory in trouble. What kind of trouble you ask? Well for starters realizing he is mediocre, dumping him, dating Jess and experiencing a healthy relationship and an orgasm in her life.
2x13 Rory and Jess go on their lunch date during which Rory starts out very cold to Jess, defending Dean and asking Jess why is he messing with him and tells him it's not funny.
2x13 Rory warms up to Jess and they have conversation about recommending each other books. Not something she wouldn't do with Paris or Lane too. But I will admit: "Earnest only has lovely things to say about you" and the look she gives him after IS flirting. But Dean is not there to see any of it.
2x13 after their lunch they go to a bookstore and then to get pizza, but sadly we don't see any of it to determine if Rory was flirting with him or not. It can be argued that hanging out alone with another guy is flirting, but come on book buying? In broad daylight? How scandalous! It is unclear if Dean ever found out about this.
2x13 okay this is one of the few times Rory is overtly flirty with Jess. She calls him on the phone and tells him that if he reads the book she recommended and doesn't like it, she will "make it up to him". What was she planning to do?? I guess Jess must have loved the book in the end because she never "made it up to him" (if you know what I mean wink wink)
2x15 Rory gets flustered when Jess compliments her hair. She also tells him off for not being nice enough to her mother and tells him to make an effort. Later in the episode she tells him she lost the bracelet that Dean had made for her and is scared that Dean will be mad. If you don't count getting a bit flustered after Jess complimented her hair, there is no flirting on Rory's part in this entire episode. In fact she spends it scared of Dean and trying to please him.
2x16 Jess brings Rory food because he knows she is alone for the night. Then kind of rudely invites himself over for dinner (three people invade Rory's alone night in that episode). Rory convinces Paris to eat with them just so that she is not alone with Jess, presumably because she knows that if Dean ever found out he would fly into Godzilla levels of rage. Dean does find out and does fly into Godzilla levels of rage. And it's very fortunate that Paris is there and covers for Rory. But I will admit that Rory making excuses as to why Dean shouldn't come over and then coming out of the house with Jess does look suspicious. Still Dean didn't even try to find out the whole story or let her explain, he just started yelling.
2x16 Dean watches through the window as Rory talks to Jess over the counter at Luke's. Their conversation looks flirty but Dean has no idea what they are actually saying. I will admit here Rory does flirt with Jess in front of Dean but she is not doing it on purpose. She doesn't know Dean is watching so she is not doing it to "provoke him" or anything like that.
2x17 Rory bosses Jess around throughout this episode and calls him all sorts of names like "despot" and "punk". In the end she tells him "welcome to the town". It is kind of flirty but again, Dean is not there to witness any of it and probably never finds out.
2x18 Rory blows Dean off to hang out with Lane at the diner. It is unclear if Jess will be working a shift there at the same time. Dean mopes on Lorelai's porch and asks her: "she likes Jess, doesn't she?" to which she looks sad. Mind you, he continues dating her for 11 more episodes after this. No one asked him to do that. He did no one any favors.
2x19 Rory asks Lorelai to lie to Dean about her tutoring Jess. Suspicious but justified given that a season ago Dean completely lost his shit upon seeing another guy next to her holding her books and Lorelai does it anyway. Jess flirts with Rory while she tries to tutor him and tries to impress her with magic tricks. It charms a smile out of her once, the rest of the time she is annoyed and throws his cards away.
2x19 Rory does however agree to get ice cream with him and stupidly lets him drive her car. She also agrees to continue driving in circles with him instead of going back to the diner to study. In the car she asks him flirty questions such as: "why aren't you going to college?" And "why don't you try harder in school?" She does have a lot of fun with Jess in this episode, much more than with Dean but apart from one instance of prolonged eye contact it's not the kind of fun she wouldn't have with Paris or Lane too.
2x20 Rory is terrified to tell Dean that she got into a car accident with Jess in which the car he had built her was totalled so she writes him a letter. It is unclear to what extent did she say what happened between them in the letter. Dean responds as any rational and stable person would- by throwing a bag on the ground and kicking it. But to be fair, after he finds out that Jess is really gone, he gets eerily calm.
2x21 okay here she does flirt with Jess. She skips school to go see him in New York where they spend the day together. I would understand Dean being mad if he ever found out about this, but to our knowledge he doesn't.
2x22 Rory kisses Jess! She soon realizes what she did and pulls away. This is the only instance she physically cheats on Dean yet Rory antis never shut up about it.
3x01 & 3x02 Rory talks quite loudly in public about having kisses Jess, both to Lorelai and Jess. With Jess they have an argument about it in Doose's! Despite this, we never know if Dean ever found out, but my guess is he didn't because I don't think he would keep quiet about it and not fly into unprecedented Godzilla levels of rage over this. Seems very out of character.
3x04 this is one of my least favorite Rory moments. She acts like a Karen and tells Jess's new girlfriend/hookup off while she is at work. Lane is also yelling at Jess and mad at him on Rory's behalf, but iirc all Rory tells him is: "you left your bra in the backseat!"
3x05 Rory is looking for Dean to help her fix the sprinklers but runs into Jess instead. Jess offers to help her fix them. They make eye contact while they are soaked in sprinkler water. Once Dean pages her, Jess turns the sprinklers back on so that Dean can be the hero and save the day. Dean never finds out about it.
3x06 Rory eggs Jess's car. That's not flirting, that's a felony!
3x07 here Rory does banter in a flirty way in front of Dean. And she does obviously use Dean to make Jess jealous. It's also the episode Dean finally has the balls to break up with her, which he chooses to do publicly by airing out how she is obviously in love with Jess in front of the whole town. Was it wrong to flirt with Jess in front of Dean that evening? Yes. Does the punishment fit the crime though? I'm not sure.
So to sum up, as far as Dean's concerned Rory's "unabashed and shameless flirting" with Jess includes: eye contact across the room, having lunch together at a town festival, having dinner together during which she tried to set him up with Paris, talking over the counter at Luke's, crashing a car together, and then bantering at the dance marathon. And we know how he reacted to these things. I am not defending lying to your partner but in this case I understand why she felt the need to. Imagine if he had known the full extent of it.
#gilmore girls#analysis#anti dean forester#rory gilmore defense#at this point i even believe she didn't break up with him because she was simply too scared to#why he didn't break up with her earlier is a mystery tho
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I love you — Ruben Dias
Rubén is so in love with you and in the heat of the moment, he lets you know his feelings.
Word count — 831
a/n: a little suggestive but not too much. also, i had to google some portuguese dishes, sorry if I'd made a mistake
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Ruben and you had been dating for a month and a half, the relationship was still at its starting point and yet, it was like you knew him your whole life. He was attentive, he loved to make flirty comments whenever he had the chance, and he showed his affection in ways that made your heart warm. That same night you had decided to go to a nice restaurant where they served traditional portuguese food.
Ruben was too excited that you would try the traditional food of his country, he was like a little boy who wanted to show his new toy to his friend. Except, you guys were much more than friends.
Ruben had not been able to take his eyes off you, from the moment he saw you wearing that dress he knew his pulse was frantic. Suddenly, he wanted to come back to his apartment, to have you all to himself. It was selfish thinking, but at the time, it was right thinking. In your case, you were still trying to get used to hearing him speak in his native language. There was something about the way he pronounced the words in portuguese, which made you drink from your glass of water urgently.
Your boyfriend talked to the restaurant managers and once he finished what you assumed was a friendly chat, they led you to a table. You had given Ruben all the freedom to choose the dishes, because you really had no idea of any of them. You were a little nervous about what you were going to eat, but you trusted your partner’s selection.
"If you make me eat something disgusting, I’ll get even."
Rubén smiled at you, "As much as your way of getting revenge sounds interesting to me, I promise I chose food you’ll like."
A few minutes later, the dishes finally arrived. You looked at the plate with your eyes wide open.
"What is this? What's its name?"
"Francesinha. I hope you like it."
Ruben helped you cut the Francesinha and you took the fork to your mouth. His eyes looked at you expectantly, waiting for your approval. The taste came to your taste buds, filling your mouth with flavor.
"Uhm, this is very good."
"Try this too, it’s called Bacalhau à Brás."
Everything was delicious and with each new dish, Ruben told you the names and told you what ingredients it had. You felt the heat build up in your body every time you heard him speak in his native language. He must have noticed the way you were looking at him, because he smiled at you. A sassy smile.
"Remind me to take you to Portugal, I can’t wait to introduce you to my country."
"Will you be my tour guide?"
"Among other things, yes."
"Well, I am a lucky person, I'll have an excellent and attractive tour guide. It will be difficult to focus on the view."
To be honest, Ruben was the view you cared most about.
He laughed, "And I'll have a beautiful tourist I long to kiss all the time."
"I don’t think that’s very professional of you."
He winked at you and you both continued eating from your plates. Once you finished your meals, your boyfriend took you to his apartment. You were entering his house when his hands went to your cheeks and he kissed you desperately. You were as desperate as him. Ruben pushed you to the armchair in the living room, where you climbed into his lap and continued kissing him.
"Do you think I didn’t notice the way you blushed when I spoke portuguese?"
You giggled, "Were you doing it on purpose?"
"Provoking you is my purpose in life, I love to see you all desperate and blushing. You should know by now."
"Ruben..." he didn’t let you keep talking, he just kissed you and you forgot what you had to tell him.
Everything your boyfriend did was on purpose, sometimes he would walk around his apartment when you were there showing off his abdomen, knowing in advance that his muscles and entire body made you think of improper things.. Ruben Dias loved to provoke you.
"Eu te amo."
It wasn’t hard for you to understand what those words meant. Ruben had told you that he loved you. He had said it so lightly that he himself had not noticed. You stepped out of his mouth and took a breath, your heart was beating frantically and you didn’t know if it was from those kisses, or the fact that your boyfriend had told you that he loved you.
"Ruben..." it was the first time he said those words.
"What did you just say?"
You just needed to confirm what you had heard.
Rubén noticed his words and, regardless of the nerves in his stomach, smiled and came to steal you a kiss.
"I said I love you."
"You do?"
"I do. I love you so much."
You smiled, "Eu te amo, Rubén."
#ruben dias x you#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias imagines#ruben dias one shot#ruben dias#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias one shots#ruben dias imagine
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