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[thenorthernchild]

the tenth doctor & martha jones / spoiler by amy woolard

[creatchie8]

Yellow Soul: Chapter Three

Gourd

Chapter Summary: You want to regret Sunday, but you don't. You find Rhett does not regret it either.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Protected PinV sex, Choking (light), Cheating, Religious talk/references to Christianity, Fighting (not physical, just some strong words)

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: Wow... just... wow. Is all I can really say without breaking down and getting all sappy. The amount of love I have received on this series is absolutely unbelievable and never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought that would happen. I would like to apologize for my lack of communication and tardiness on getting this chapter out. Life happened... like GETTING ENGAGED! So thank my engagement for pulling me out of the slump I was in.

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The soapy water softened up the skin of your hands, your body repeating the same scrubbing motions since you had been there, two times a day, at least. Though you had only been there for a few days you had already fallen into a rhythm of helping Cecilia around the house. You hoped soon you would be able to visit your family more.

It was unusual of you not to visit your family more, but considering your truck barely made it to the ranch, and there was hardly anyone available to drive you home, you were grounded right where you were. 

As you were washing dishes, Perry kissed you before he walked out the door with Royal, going to check the cattle in the east pasture to see if they needed to be moved. Subconsciously, you wrinkled your nose at the smell on his jacket. That cold, empty smell of outside made you cringe. 

You had plans with Cecilia to go shopping later, and you were relieved at that. It had been planned ever since you got back from church when you two had looked around the pantry for certain items of food but never found them. The chances of a store being open on a Sunday was slim, which is why the task was saved for Monday. Then things got busy on Monday, which was why it was Tuesday and you are only now going shopping. 

But now you were panicking on the inside. By the way Cecilia was talking about the pain in her back, you knew she was not going to go with. Hopefully leaving you with her truck and not waiting in the house for when she feels better. 

“You should really go to the doctor, Cecilia. Have your back checked out.” You muttered over your shoulder, glancing back to see her stretching with her arms over her head.

“Don't have time for the doctor. Plus, laying in bed for a bit does the trick.” She quipped back, now shaking an ibuprofen or two into her palm before washing them down with some orange juice. 

“Maybe it’s your bed that is making your back hurt.” You joked.

Cecilia snorted at your comment, coming up behind you to put away the dishes you already washed. “Yeah, maybe miss smart-college-girl. Do you want a list of what I need? Or do you already have it memorized?”

Shrugging, you dried a hand off, itching your eyebrow. “I’ll probably need a list, thank you.”

She nodded and left to grab some notebook paper, the stairs creaking with each step she took. 

Not three dishes later, you heard two sets of feet walking down the stairs. Two voices, one Cecilia’s and the other sending trails of spiders crawling down your back. Your jaw locks up as you turn, you quickly dry your hands with the rag on the counter just before they stop in the kitchen before you.

Pulse quickening, you watched as Cecilia held the paper to Rhett, pointing and seemingly explaining the list. Rhett’s eyes flicker from you to the list, crossing his arms almost defensively in front of his chest. 

Cecilia calling your name draws your attention back to her, explaining that she had added a few bags of feed to the list and that Rhett was going to help haul all of the things you buy into the truck. Shyly, you smile and agree, accepting the paper to fold and shove into the back pocket of your jeans. 

Neither Rhett or you said a word as Cecilia went back up the stairs to her room, both of your heads turning simultaneously to watch her leave. 

Silence. Still. 

Since your incident in the parking lot, things have been the same. Quite literally the same. Painfully the same. 

Rhett acted like nothing had happened between you. When he drove out of the parking lot that was the last you saw of that particular side of him. He was friendly when he needed to be, but never went out of his way to talk to you or interact with you. 

But you felt his eyes on you more. Was it just an illusion, you didn't know. You catch him staring as you walk past his room, catch him staring when you help his mom make food. He was trying to be sneaky about it, you could tell. Rhett’s eyes only lingered when he thought you weren't looking, memorizing your body. Trying to see what he didn’t in the truck. 

You couldn't decide if the sudden lack of attention was relieving or if it was hurtful. The pang in your chest screamed the latter but your brain knew it was for the best.  

“I uh, just need to finish-” You turned away from him and to the sink, the porcelain glaring at you in the morning sun, “-finish putting away the dishes. Then we can go.” 

“Your truck or mine?” He asked simply, unmoving from where you left him.

“I say yours. Mine has been acting weird. Like I told you.” It was rude to be acting so short with him, but if you dared to speak with any more vigor you were sure you would die. Already your body felt hot, like you were a piece of paper thrown in a fire. 

“This fuckin’ sucks.” 

Shocked at his sudden words, your body whips around to see that he had come a few steps closer, the dining table was the only barrier between the two of you. He was no longer crossing his arms, hands now placed firmly on the table, leaning over them and looking at you as if he could see right through your clothes. His look made you weak in the knees, a twinge of pleasure settling in your hips. 

“Wha- excuse me?” Your voice came out squeaky, making you flush in embarrassment. The look on your face was probably comical, mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed in complete shock. 

The fear you felt was unimaginable as you watched him push himself off the table, rounding it and coming right for you. Only your frantic breaths and the swishing of his jeans could be heard in the kitchen. Bracing yourself on the plasticy-feeling counter behind you.

 It only takes a few strides til he’s barely a foot in front of you. Your stomach turns as his fingers flit up the sides of your body, pulling up your shirt the tiniest bit. Rhett’s quick breaths fan over your face, making you dizzy with excitement. You had not been this close to him that morning in his truck, that same sharp smell of his cologne mixed with the soothing scent of gritty earth wrapped around you in a familiar fashion. 

“I said-” Rhett started, his warm fingers digging into your sides now, “this fucking sucks. You and me.” He emphasized the words slowly, dipping down so his mouth was right next to your ear. 

Quietly, you ask, “Do you regret it? What we did?” You had cottonmouth, the nervousness drying up your throat. Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you close your eyes tight, preparing yourself for the answer. 

After a beat of silence he slowly shakes his head ‘no’, pulling you away from the counter and closer to him, “You make me wanna be so god damn selfish.” 

You make me wanna be so god damn selfish.

The grip of his hands tightened as you pulled back, eyes half-lidded and searching his window-illuminated face. Rhett was holding you there like you could float away with a light breeze. He looked worn. Heavy dark circles rested under his blue eyes, his lips bitten and cracked due to the weather. Even with his somewhat jarring appearance, you still saw him as the most handsome man you have ever seen. 

It is upsetting you are just now seeing him. Your heart panged with want. The want to be loved selfishly, the want to turn back the clock.

Rhett was the first to lean in, his blushed lips skimming yours, stealing your breath before diving head-first with teeth and a bruising force. 

It took no time to fall into a rhythm of kissing and touching, your bodies seemingly familiar and at ease with each other now more than ever. Rhett crowded you back against the counter. This time away from the window above the sink, a direct shot to the barn. 

Rhett shoved a jean-clad thigh between your legs, leaving you no choice but to grind down. The rough scratch of pleasure caused you to gasp, breaking the kiss. He took that time to kiss along your jaw and up your neck, whispering, “Gotta stay quiet, don’t want anyone to know we’re down here.” 

Biting your lip, you nodded, fighting the urge to whine again as he shoved his thigh higher. The seam of your jeans rubbed over your clit, leaving it aching. Rhett let his hands explore your body more freely than he did in the truck, fingertips sneaking higher and higher under your shirt. Greedy for more. 

You weren't much better. Pulling him so close he basically phased into you, shamelessly rutting against his thigh. 

“More- please…” You whined against his neck, gently suckling at his throbbing pulse. Light enough not to bruise but hard enough for him to let out a growl deep in his chest. 

“Turn.” Rhett muttered, guiding your body so you faced away from him. Backing up, you press your ass into the front of his jeans, grinning as he hissed in response. You teased him for a few more seconds, experimenting with how hard you pressed against him and the movement of your butt. Rhett soon had enough of it and placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you down till you were leaning on your forearms against the counter. 

Suddenly, it made you nervous. You knew what was coming next and all you thought about who was upstairs and who was outside in the barn. You were about to bare it all in the Abbott’s kitchen to someone who shouldn’t be seeing you this way. 

All of that melted away though when Rhett moved his hand around to your stomach and slipped his hand into the waistband of your pants, above your cotton panties. Spreading your legs so you encourage him to dip lower, he presses his crotch into your ass and covers your back with his front. 

-

Your head drooped when he pushed the head of his dick in, tentatively stretching the tight ring of muscle. You gasped as he slid out and pushed back, deeper this time and with more force than the last. Inch by inch until he was fully seated in your burning heat. 

The jeans around your knees prevent you from spreading your legs further, no matter how hard you strained against them. 

One of his hands slid from your waist and started rubbing the base of your spine in soothing circles, trying to get you to relax at the sudden intrusion. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby-” He mutters before pulling out and pushing in, “Squeezin’ my fuckin’ cock.” 

Your pussy clenched at his praise, tearing a little gasp from his throat before he dug his fingers into your ass hips and started railing you into the counter, like he couldn't help himself. Squeezing your eyes tight, you panted like a dog into the countertop, your moist breath making it slick to the touch. 

It was almost painful trying to stay quiet, your lungs burning as you buried your mouth in the crook of your elbow. Little whimpers and groans slipped out occasionally, the noises becoming more frequent as Rhett thrusted harder into your wet pussy. 

As much as you wanted to, you did not dare to lift your head to try and peer out the kitchen window to see where Royal and Perry were. You knew Rhett was keeping an eye out for you two, also not wanting to get caught in this position. You prayed Cecilia could not hear the wet slapping between your bodies, but you were almost positive her room was too far up to hear it. 

A particularly hard thrust startled you, sending you further up the counter, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface. Consequently your mouth slipped from your elbow and you let out a guttural moan. Rhett stilled his movements, seemingly listening for any movement upstairs. His thumbs rubbed against your naked hip bones gently, the callouses scratching ever so slightly. 

Roughly, he snaked an arm around your middle and peeled you off the counter. A soft squeak left your mouth but was cut short by Rhett’s free hand clamping around your throat. He held you there with enough pressure that you would stay put, but not enough to hurt you. To avoid looking out the window your eyes drifted up to the ceiling, cobwebs littering the surface. 

“Quiet.” He warned before fucking into you again, returning with the same force as before. The slight cutoff of your airway made it almost even more pleasurable, your vision going fuzzy around the edges, synchronized with the warmth rapidly spreading through your body. Rhett’s chest was pressed against your back, firmly there and heaving in time with his pants. 

The danger in his voice hung over you, draping you in vulnerability. This just spurred your pleasure instead of stopping it. The threat of someone coming in and seeing you two like this was oddly thrilling, being intimate with another man in his brother’s house.

Scruffy stubble scratched against your cheek, letting you know it was really him and not a dream. The gentle press of his fingers reminded you too, your own hands grasping at his wrist tightly. This new position changed how he was fucking you, his dick reaching an insanely pleasureful spot. Heat warmed your belly, your orgasm so close to overtaking you aided by your fantasy. 

Rhett mouthed at the joint between your neck and shoulder, the collar of your shirt pulled aside as he nips and sucks, never hard enough to leave a mark. The arm secured across your stomach dips lower and his fingers start to rub at your aching clit. 

“Rhett- shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m so close-” You wheeze out, back arching and lifting off his chest as you start to lose focus and eventually close your eyes in ecstasy. The grip on your throat tightened as you came, mouth open but no sound coming out. It was almost scary, this feeling of complete weightlessness. You could feel your heartbeat everywhere, from your feet to your fingertips. You were positive Rhett could feel your whole body pulsing as well as he fucked you through it. 

A grunt and a gasp sounded, Rhett burying his nose behind your ear as he finally came. Stilling after one final thrust into your pussy he filled up the condom separating you and him.  

When he removed his hand from your throat, it left a sweaty mark around it. In fact, your whole body was slick with sweat, t-shirt clinging to your body. You gulped for fresh air, your whole body vibrating in a raw state. Relaxing, your head dropped to Rhett’s broad shoulder. He was still holding you up, both arms wrapped around your chest and middle.

Gazing up at him was quite a sight. He was rather handsome, beads of sweat gathering on his brow. You couldn't tell if he was actually looking at you, or his eyes happened to be the tiniest bit open. Either way he nuzzled your cheek softly, drawing a small sigh from your lips. 

“W-We should get cleaned up and go to the s-store.” It literally took all your might to utter that one sentence, voice wavering like crazy. Rhett nodded behind you, his nose still pressed tightly into your head. He was slow to unravel his arms from you, taking his time brushing fingertips along your quivering stomach. 

Thankfully your hands shot out before you could fall face first into the counter when Rhett let go to pull off his condom and shove it in the trash can on the wall furthest from you. Without his warmth you were reminded of the cold Wyoming winter surrounding the house. Even with bleary eyes you managed to pull up your jeans, wincing when they went over your sensitive thighs. 

How Rhett managed to recover so fast amazed you. While you were still fumbling with the button on your pants, he had already cleaned up and was waiting for you by the door with a baseball hat on. Or maybe you were still too blissed out so you were moving at a snail’s pace. Whatever the case was, he still gave you a small smile when you arrived at the door, watching you pull on a sweater from the coat rack. 

When he noticed you struggling to get it situated he reached out and helped you pull it down to cover your exposed middle. The small gesture erased any worry you unknowingly were holding in your stomach. You thanked him quietly and returned the smile. It was oddly domestic, the way he was treating you. 

Out at his truck, Perry waved at you from the barn, seemingly hard at work with Royal. Guilt buried itself deep within your heart as you walked, offering a small wave back before Rhett caught your attention. He was standing at the passenger door of his truck, holding it open for you. When you approached him, you expected another smile, but he wasn't looking at you. No, he was looking over at the barn, a stony expression pressed firmly into his normally soft features. 

Was that… jealousy? You wondered as you sat down in the seat. It smelled the same way you remembered on Sunday. As Rhett walked around the truck you dared to take a peek at the back seat. You weren't sure if you were expecting anything to be back there. In fact, it was more cluttered since the last time you were here, with a jacket or two and maybe a box of tools. 

The shutting of a door startled you, whipping your head around to see that Rhett had entered the truck and had started it a moment later. Settling back in your seat, you stretch your legs out and buckle as the vehicle starts moving. 

Tension settled in the air, like thick fog. It was rolling off the man next to you in thick waves. His brow was crinkled as he stared intently at the snowy road ahead. The weather had not let up, and it was well into winter by now. Snow piled up high beyond your reach and gathered in the fields that once held crops and cattle. It lessened as town got closer, the mandated snow plowing starting once you got out of the county and into the small town. 

“Where first?” Rhett broke the silence, prompting you to pull out the paper his mother gave you. 

“Uhm…” You cleared your throat and looked at the crinkled paper, “It looks like… grocery, feed store, oh and then my momma’s house? I just remembered that she wanted me to pick up quilting scraps for Cecilia.” You finished, running your thumbs over the words. Rhett nodded and continued driving, always looking forward. 

The domestic feeling followed you like a lost puppy throughout your day with him. Pushing the cart as Rhett led, his hand always settled on the end of the basket, even if you insisted you could handle it. You read him off the list and followed him down the isles to what you needed. 

In public, he made no move to be close to you, as expected. There was too much risk to be seen by old friends or anyone who could be looking for gossip. But that didn't stop him from giving you invisible touches. A soft hand on the back, eyes lingering for longer than acceptable. Still high on the feeling of your orgasm, you leaned into the touches, welcoming them in the deserted aisles of the store. 

In the cereal aisle he reached up to the top shelf to grab a box of Special K and his flannel lifted up the tiniest bit. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of his taut stomach being exposed. Then, you had the realization that both the times you had fucked, never once did you get fully undressed. Your skirt was shoved up and this morning your pants were just pulled down. As you watched him place the box in the cart, you wondered to yourself. 

Would there be a ‘next time’ to get fully undressed? Would it be even worth it to try?

“What’s the hold-up?” Rhett inquired and you realized that he had been trying to pull the cart down the aisle but you had been standing like a statue, hands gripping the metal bar of the cart. 

“Oh, nothin’. Just thinkin’ to myself.” You offered up a weak smile but could tell he wasn't buying it. You could tell by the way he let out a long breath through his nose and how his fingers twitched by his sides. 

“Nothin’?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow in question. You nodded, starting to push the cart in the direction Rhett was trying to pull it. 

“Nothin’ that needs to be said here.” You finally answered after a few seconds. Rhett looked puzzled for a second, but then nodded, humming in agreement before going back to finding the boxes of uncooked pasta. 

At checkout you stood awkwardly by Rhett’s side as the cashier rang you up. She was a pretty brunette with nice teeth, probably only a little younger than Rhett. She beamed at him like he hung the moon, talking to him about how her daddy is so excited for the upcoming spring, and how she is too because that’s when rodeo season starts. 

Rhett obviously enjoyed the attention, smiling back at her and continuing the conversation. Your teeth clenched slightly, Rhett made a stupid joke and she laughed, pausing scanning the block of cheddar that was in her hands. It was dumb to get upset over this. Especially because the girl couldn't be older than twenty, and probably every young adult girl had a crush on The Hometown Hero Rhett Abbott. 

You forget that not everyone knows him like you do. Jesus, you had known him since he was born. Your momma literally has a picture in a photo album somewhere of you holding him as a baby, wailing his lungs out while you sat there with a pained smile on your face. Before he was mildly famous, before everyone loved him. 

When it came time to pay, you pulled out your wallet and handed the cashier the money Cecilia had given you for the trip. The brunette’s smile fell a tiny bit upon fully noticing you were there with Rhett, but was nice to you all the same as she counted out your change. Which made you feel better that she wasn't a jerk to you. 

But as you walked out into the freezing parking lot side by side with Rhett, your jealousy grew. Your hands clenched the plastic sacks of groceries as you walked. She was still nice to you, like she didn't see you as a threat. Like she knew you had no chance with Rhett. 

Speaking of Rhett, why was he shamelessly flirting with her when his cock was just buried in you not even two hours ago? You still ache between your thighs, your knees are just now not being wobbly. Anger bubbled inside you at that thought, jealousy making your stomach flip and feel nauseous. 

Fuck. Or maybe (the most possible answer) she knew you were Perry’s girlfriend. Gosh, Rhett does say that he talks about you a bunch. And you always forget that just because you went to college doesn't mean everyone forgot about you at home. As much as it sometimes felt that way. 

Inside the truck your anger and jealousy was replaced with guilt, a sensation you have grown used to ever since you arrived at Wabang. It hardly phased you anymore, the pit in your stomach. The pit was there for you to throw all your emotions into so you didn't have to worry about feeling for the time being. 

“Okay. I can practically hear you thinking. Tell me. Now.” Rhett demanded sternly at the wheel, a bit of annoyance in his tone. You narrowed your eyes at him, becoming irritated at his annoyance. Huffing, you turned back to the road leading you to the feed store. 

“I don't know, it just throws me off a little when you fuck me silly then turn around and flirt with the cashier!” You snark back at him, crossing your arms defensively. 

“Really? Well it throws me off when you practically beg me to fuck you and then still be with Perry Why dont you just break up with him?” He growled, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. Rhett glanced at you a few times while you struggled to come up with something to say.

His statement absolutely floored you. 

“Break up with him?” You ask, as if you hadn't heard what he said the first time, “Break up with him?” You repeat louder and Rhett gives a curt nod of his head, “Rhett I can't just do that! Break up with him and what? Be with you? You realize how horrible that would turn out for the both of us?” You laugh in disbelief, feeling like you are hyperventilating as he parks the truck in the feed store lot. 

He turns the key and cuts the engine, turning towards you, “Why do you care so much about him? You literally just told me that you hate him at church, how you feel like he just wants to have a housewife.” He reminds you, brow furrowed and talking quite loudly. Now you were definitely hyperventilating, looking at him with wide, searching eyes and your mouth goes dry.

“Because I’m scared of him, Rhett! Because he gets so mad when I act wrong, I can’t imagine what he would do if he found out I was fuckin’ his brother of all people! He’d kill you and me both.” You trembled in your seat and shoved your face in your hands, trying to calm your erratic breathing. Rhett was silent, but you could feel his eyes on you as you tried to hold back tears. You knew Rhett had seen Perry’s rage before, even as kids his attitude would turn on a dime and he’d snap over the smallest things. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yellin’ at you.” Rhett starts quietly, his hand resting on your shoulder tentatively, “Please- please don't-” He murmurs and slowly rubs your back as you sniffle, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. 

“No, it’s fine-” You start, wiping your cheeks on your sleeve.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” He apologies again, interrupting you. 

Looking at him, you nod, sighing deep before continuing, “Well I’m sorry for being unfair to you.” You conclude and flip down the sun shade, looking at yourself in the mirror and drying up your snot with your sleeve. 

“Should we go in?” You ask and Rhett nods silently, following your lead as you get out and head into the store. 

It was quick and simple, just grab a few bags and load them up into the bed of the truck. You forgot how nice feed stores smell, always like wood chips and grass.Thank god the cashier was an older man who said no more than three words to the both of you. 

Lovely. Someone Rhett wont flirt with. You thought bitterly. 

Next, you gave instructions to your mother’s house. You would have figured Rhett would know how to get there by now since he spent so much time there with your younger siblings. 

The exterior of the house was decorated in greens and reds, even if it was a week till Christmas. Your family was always big on Christmas, matching pajamas, holiday cards, caroling, the whole nine yards. It was crowded when you were a kid but even more crowded now that your older siblings had kids. 

“You should come inside. My mom would kill me if she knew I left you out here.” You advised before getting out of the truck and heading for the front door. You heard his door shut before ringing the doorbell, Rhett’s feet crunching over the ice melt to get to you. 

The smell of the wax warmer hit you in the face when your momma opened the door, squealing excitedly before hugging you tightly. After she was done smothering you she then did the same to Rhett, who looked shocked at her outward display of affection. 

“Oh come on you guys! Don’t let the warm air escape, get inside!” She ushered you in and shut the door tightly, locking it like that would shoo away the cold outside. 

“Wow, the house smells wonderful. What’s the name of this wax melt?” You ask as you wander from the front foyer and into the kitchen, of course taking off your snowy shoes at the mat at the door. You didn’t wait for Rhett. 

“Spun Sugar Flurries. Your dad went to the Walmart in Lander to get it for me.” She answered matter-of-factly before turning on her electric mixer and turning off the stove. Your mother was an absolute tornado in the kitchen. She always had to have about five different things going at once to keep her happy. If she could she would grow an extra arm to carry a grandbaby around with her too. 

“Smells wonderful, ma’am.” Rhett added from behind you, looking around at the very decorated kitchen. Your mom blushed at the compliment, swatting his shoulder playfully as she walked past and to the pantry. 

“So mom, where is all that stuff you wanted me to grab for Cecilia?” You call, hoping she can hear you over all the rustling she is doing in the tiny room. 

“Oh! In the craft closet upstairs. It should be in a red and yellow reusable bag… Do me a favor and also bring down my embroidery stuff too!” She replies, emerging from the pantry with a few bags of something, “Rhett, darling. Will you stay down here with me and be my taste-tester for a tiny bit? I have something I will be pullin’ out of the oven in a second.” 

Rhett glances at you before answering, “Of course. I’d love to.” 

Taking that as a sign to leave, you bound up the stairs and down the hall to the smaller door. It was always weird coming home after being away. How things change without your input. Like, this wall in the house wasn't always this light teal blue color. Last time you were here it was cream like the rest of the house. You wanted to explore your room too to see how your sister might have changed it, but you decided against it. 

Your sister had a sixth sense and could totally tell if you had messed with her things. 

The supplies were right where your mom had said they would be, in that red and yellow reusable bag. It was heavier than you expected but still held it with one hand as you grabbed her embroidery things as requested. 

You find your mom and Rhett hovering over a silver baking sheet on the stove, the both of them turning around as you come down the steps. Pulling out a chair at the dining room table you drop the embroidery down on it, striding over to them. 

“Rhett, we better get going. Don't want your ma to have to wait longer for her groceries.” You gently remind him and he nods, but not before snapping off a piece of, is that peppermint bark? And popping it into his mouth. Your sweet mother quickly packs up a ziploc bag of little candies for you to take back with you, but not before hugging and kissing you both goodbye. 

Out at the truck you are silent, again. The drive back is silent, again. You fear the fight may have damaged your relationship more than you thought. 

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Just For You

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Contains -Fluff, Smushy cuteness, LHH

Harry returns home to reader with a surprise in tow after hearing that she had a bad day and isn't feeling too much like herself.

(First time writing this way in a long time so I hope it's okay! This is for anyone having a down day and needing a pick me up!)

After a long day in the studio, all Harry wanted to do was go home to his girlfriend of 2 years. He had briefly spoken to her earlier but he could tell by the shake in her voice that she was not having a good day.

She had told him how her day had gone, though she kept it short as to not relive the day over again. She had been late to work due to problems with her car, her supervisor reprimanded her for her tardiness, and someone had eaten the lunch she had brought resulting in breaking her heart, as Harry had so graciously packed for her the night before.

He had decided to stop by the nearest grocery store, grabbing all her favorite comfort foods and drinks, a new fuzzy blanket, a couple face masks and some scented candles that she liked. Just to make sure she could relax from the grueling day she had.

As he was leaving the store, pushing the cart to his car, he heard a faint animal-like whimper. He looked around, surveying the area until he finally set his eyes on the owner of the whimper.

Under a nearby car, a smile set of eyes gazed up at him. Leaving his cart near his car, he approached the other car, crouching down and holding his hands out to the whimpering ball underneath.

"Hey, 's alright. 'M not gonna hurt you."

The whimpering ceases and out comes a small Pomeranian, covered in dirt, shaking in fear as he crawls into Harry's arms.

He inspects the small dog, seeing no collar to identify him. Right then he makes a decision. Y/N. Maybe this would be good for her...

"How about y' come home with me. Would you like that?"

The small ball of fluff barks in his arms, wagging his tail as Harry stands up, the dog barking in his arms as he returns to his car and unloads the cart into his car. He returns his cart to the cart return before proceeding to get into his car.

He settles himself in the drivers seat and settles the dog in the passenger seat. He quickly pulls out of the parking lot before making the small commute home. He pulls into his driveway and gets out of the car, quickly grabbing the bags he had bought earlier and making his way inside.

As he had expected, the downstairs is dark and quiet as he turns on the kitchen light and begins remove items from their bags, setting them on the kitchen island.

"Love! Will you please come down here for a sec?"

He yells through the house before quickly running back out to his car to grab her final surprise. He pulls the dog from the passenger seat, closes the door and locks it before heading back inside.

He stands in the doorway, his arms behind his back to hid the dog, and he sees Y/N walk into the the entry way. She's in one of his old t-shirts and some shorts,her eyes and cheeks red and puffy from crying. She looks to her boyfriend, a brow raised as she surveys his stance in the doorway.

"Why are you just standing in the doorway? Hurry up, it's cold."

He steps in and his arms move to the front of his body, revealing the dog in his hold.

Her eyes widen and he can't help but smile.

"Harry-"

"You've been wantin' a dog for a while now, right Y/N?"

Tears begin to spill from her eyes for the millionth time that day as she leaps to him, tackling him in a small hug. He laughs and holds her with one arm, the dog in the other.

The dog begins to lick her arm and she giggles, moving her hand to the top of his head before she starts to pet him.

"Oh Harry, where did you find him? He's so cute! But he's filthy!"

Harry nods and hands the dog to her, who then begins to lick all over the girl's face.

"I was just at the store gettin' some things when I found him. He was scared, no collar on him. So I thought maybe we could keep 'im."

She holds the dog close, despite his filth, and Harry takes the opportunity to grab her arm, dragging both her and the dog in to the kitchen. Her eyes rest on all the items on the island and she begins to tear up again.

"You did all this?"

He nods, a smile clear on his face.

"I wanted t' help you unwind, lovie. I hate seein' you cry. Tomorrow, we'll go to the store and get some things for this one. Starting with some food and maybe some soap for a bath!"

He pets the dog and is licked on the hand in return, causing the to laugh.

"So what are y' gonna name him, Y/N?"

She thinks for a minute before smiling and she starts to pet the dog again.

"How about Bean? Is that your name boy? Bean?"

The dog barks once more and licks her cheek.

"Welcome home, Bean. Mum and Dad love you so much already."

For the rest of the night, Harry curls up with his girl, watching movies, eating snacks and cuddling with their baby. Nothing could be better than that.

WC 964

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[pawnshopbleus]

Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Twelve

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie? 

Chapter Eleven

You had to tell Jessica that you were going to have dinner with her ex-husband. You were basically breaking the girl code by agreeing to have dinner with him. This was the first time you were going on a date with a friend's ex. Could it even be classified as a date? All you two were going to do was just eat dinner while Gabriella played with Fern. If anything, it was a playdate for Fern and Gabriella.

Who were you kidding? You liked him. You really really like him. You were essentially a nervous wreck every time he was around you. When he ditched you at the wrap party a month ago, it crushed you. You were ecstatic that you had another chance to show him that he really meant something to you.

You grabbed your phone from the counter and dialed Jessica's phone number. You began to pace around the room as you waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Jessica, hi, it’s me. We need to talk,” you let out a deep breath and began to explain the situation. You told her everything from how you felt about Miguel to the kiss you shared in the hallway of your home. Jessica was silent the entire time while she let you explain what was happening.

“Well, I’m glad that you talked to me about this. To be frank, I could give two shits that you kissed Miguel. I divorced him because I didn’t want to be with him anymore. You two can have each other. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was getting a massage from this really hot British guy.” Jessica hung up and you let out a sigh of relief.

Now, it was time for you to pick out an outfit. You needed something that was classy yet it showed that you didn’t care too much. You stared at the options that you had in your closet. You could wear the cute denim dress that you got a few months back or you could wear a red romper. You went with the denim dress. It was more practical than the romper anyways.

Now, for hair and makeup, you went with something more natural. It was a simple dinner after all.

You checked the time. It was five twenty-three and you were supposed to be at Miguel's by six thirty. You needed to leave soon if you wanted to make it on time. Miguel hated tardiness. You packed Fern into the car and began driving. Fern’s head was out of the window as the California breeze ruffled her fur.

You made it to Miguel's house by six twenty-six. You held Fern close to you as you made your way to the front door of his massive house. You rang the doorbell as opposed to knocking on the door. There was absolutely no way that anyone could have heard you knocking when he had a house that large.

Gabriella opened the door in a matter of seconds and squealed when she saw Fern in your arms. She thanked you profusely as she took your sweet dog from your arms. She also complimented your dress and said that you had great taste. The entire time you interacted with Gabriella, she was inside the house and you were still outside.

“Gabriella, let her in,” Miguel said as he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway that separated the foyer from the rest of the house.

Gabriella stepped aside for you to come in. You tried not to gawk at Miguel’s beautiful home, but you just couldn’t help yourself. His home looked like it was built in the nineteen twenties. The architecture was very art deco. Basically, his home could have been Jay Gatsby’s home from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

“Come, we’re having spaghetti for dinner,” Miguel beckoned you to follow him.

You followed him into the grand dining room that was set for two people. It looked very romantic. The lights were dimmed, there were candles lit on the table and roses in a pretty vase. Your brows furrowed. There were three of you eating dinner tonight, “Where’s Gabriella going to sit?” “She’s going to go eat in her room. She has her tea party table set up in there for herself and Fern.” You smiled at the thought of your little doggy up there with Miguel’s daughter. Gabriella ran up the stairs and into her room while Fern chased after her.

You and Miguel sat down at the same time. Then, worry washed over his face, “I should have pulled out your chair for you. I’m sorry. I haven’t done this for a while.”

You laughed, “Thank you, Miguel, but I’m perfectly capable of pulling out my own chair.”

“Can I get you anything to drink? Water, soda, beer, wine?” He listed all of the beverage options he had.

“Wine is perfect.” Miguel nodded his head and left the dining room for a second. Then, he returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He poured your glass first and then his own. When he sat back down, you noticed that he was wearing the same shirt he wore the day you met. Nostalgia washed over you as you remembered that he had to carry your drunken body all the way up to your bedroom.

“So, what have you been up to?” Miguel asked. The question was simple enough that you could answer without much thought.

“Nothing much. Just making sure Fern isn’t eaten by coyotes and catching up on some shows that people have been raving about.”

Miguel sighed and rubbed his face with his hand, “To be honest, I’ve really missed you. I couldn’t go a single day without thinking about you. I don’t know what kind of spell you put me under, but it’s worked.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. He was the one who left you alone in your hallway after he kissed you. He was the one who was acting hot and cold. He was the one who made you go crazy ever since day one. He wanted you though and you wanted him.

“Isn’t this maybe too soon? I mean you said it yourself.” “Fuck that,” he shook his head, “I was scared. I thought that maybe you didn’t want me. I was coming up with excuses and that’s the one that came out.”

“Miguel, I - I don’t know what to say. I mean, I really like you, but I feel like you could do so much better.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been obsessed with you for years now and I finally have the opportunity to be with you. I’m not letting this go. If you want to be with me, I’ll gladly have you.” Miguel reached across the table and put his hand over yours. “I’ve dreamed about this moment since the first time I saw you.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We’ll start slow. I don’t want to rush you into anything that you’re not ready for.”

“So, does this mean we’re dating?” You immediately regretted that question once it came out of your mouth.

"If that’s what you want, then yes, we’re dating.” Miguel couldn't believe he just said that. He couldn't believe that after years of dreaming that you we're finally his. This day couldn't have ended any better.

Chapter Thirteen

[nessihow]

Tenseness 2. First Day. [Ebenezer Scrooge x Reader]

The streets of London in December were impossible to walk through in a reasonable amount of time. Arabella knew that, and she knew she should have left home with more time to spare, but one thing led to another, and she ended up spending more time than necessary at her vanity. Now she was five minutes late, but her hair was perfectly styled. When she finally spotted the office of her temporary employer, her sense of urgency was replaced by nervousness. He was going to kill her for being late.

Arabella knocked several times on the door handle. Even though she had opted for a fairly thick skirt that day, she could feel the cold wind seeping through the seams of her clothing. Her tight corset had made it difficult to walk quickly and breathe at the same time, so not only did she feel sweaty, but she was also fatigued.

"SEVEN minutes late on your first day of work," Ebenezer said, opening the door haughtily, his lips pursed in anger. He hated tardiness and wouldn’t allow any of his employees to arrive at such hours. However, despite the warning words with which he threatened Arabella, she did have a certain privilege for being Marley’s daughter.

Scrooge had spent the night reflecting on why he had agreed to let her cover for Cratchit. He couldn’t help but remember all night the sensation of Arabella's body hugging his, and he couldn’t help but want to relive it. He thought about her beautiful hair and her lovely lips, about how her cheeks creased when she smiled and her eyes seemed to squint. These were details he had noticed ever since the girl had become a woman. It was hard to admit, something that stuck in his throat if he tried to swallow it, something that deeply embarrassed him. That night, he tossed and turned under the sheets, unable to sleep.

When he left his house in the morning, he could only lie to himself and try to conclude that letting her work wasn’t about keeping her close, but about respecting her father’s memory.

"I'm sorry, sir, I... My maid forgot to wake me at the proper time, and I had to hurry," a little white lie wouldn’t hurt her boss. The woman wasn’t about to tell him about her grooming habits.

"The work is on the desk," he said, letting her step inside the office. He was angry at her for being late, but he didn’t want her freezing in the cold snow. "I need you to start organizing the loan contracts by year and alphabetically; I need to improve the organization." The young woman stepped into the room, somewhat bewildered by the sheer number of papers piled on a single table. She wouldn’t have imagined that so many folders could be stacked with balance.

"Why do I feel like Cratchit doesn’t do this?" murmured the brunette, reluctant to believe that the redhead earned his pay by sorting files. Still, she sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair and tried to make herself comfortable.

"Because he doesn’t, but that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?" he smiled sarcastically, his grin resembling that of a cat, causing a certain unease in Arabella’s stomach. Well, it wasn’t unease, but she couldn’t describe the warmth she felt in her chest every time he smiled and mocked others. He was rude, ill-mannered, and sharp-tongued, but the rumble of his cruel laughter in his throat sounded so masculine, so manly, that the young woman closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus.

"I don’t want you bothering me all afternoon; this will keep you busy for quite some time. Do not come into my office for any reason. Understood?"

"Of course, Mr. Scrooge," she replied with an innocent smile, watching the man quickly avert his gaze from her and retreat into his den.

...

Ebenezer had used "quite some time" as an understatement. When he placed that stack of papers on the table, he thought Arabella would quit and go home. However, she had lasted several hours longer than he had estimated. For his part, he was terribly behind on his own tasks. He couldn’t stop ruminating on the conflict brewing within him, which had kept him from sleeping well. Everything was working against him, making it hard to do a decent job.

Even he didn’t know what he wanted from Arabella. It was hard to admit that he enjoyed her company. Ebenezer Scrooge didn’t enjoy anyone’s company, quite the opposite. It was a miracle that he wanted to share space and existence with someone of his own volition.

He tried to hide it, and to hide it, he needed to push her away. That’s why he had left the house that day intending to make her life miserable, hoping she would quit helping Cratchit with his work. That way, he could save her full wages and rid himself of the growing longing for that woman.

His anger grew noticeably when Arabella didn’t show up at seven o’clock sharp. Deep down, he felt his disappointment wasn’t caused by her tardiness but by the fear that she might not show up at all.

"Sir, I’ve already..." Arabella entered the office after politely knocking. She wore a satisfied smile and clasped her hands together in anticipation, only hoping that Scrooge would recognize the good work she had done.

"Didn’t I tell you not to bother me?! Are you deaf or simply disobedient?" The silver-haired man was forced out of his thoughts by the woman’s presence. He looked at her and felt ashamed. He had been thinking about her all afternoon, and now he couldn’t even look her in the face. What a calamity.

"Excuse me, Mr. Scrooge. If you’d let me finish, you’d know that I’ve already completed the task you assigned me," the young woman crossed her arms with a frown, indignant at the older man’s behavior. Any other employee would have held back the biting retort she gave him, but she felt bold enough to bite back. After all, even she had realized the game Ebenezer was trying to play.

"Only a few hours have passed; I’ll have to see it with my own eyes," he exclaimed, rising pompously from his chair and striding toward the bookshelf. Prudence growled from her bed as she watched him, and the brown-eyed woman shared a knowing glance with her.

"Tell me, Mr. Scrooge, are you blind or just picky?" Arabella risked whispering those words in a near-clandestine tone. She stood just behind him, at a short distance, as he reviewed the spines of the documents, verifying that everything was indeed in order. Then he turned to speak with arrogance.

"I’m not picky; I’m a perfectionist. I like precision, excellence, and punctuality, unlike some others," Ebenezer was willing to play along, determined to show her that despite everything, he was still in charge.

"Who would’ve guessed... Look how crooked your tie is," she said, referring to his necktie, which was at her eye level and within reach of her hands. Scrooge shuddered noticeably at the feel of her hands on his chest. They were so delicate, a touch so different from his own, so unlike what he was used to. He felt the hair on his neck stand on end, the gray strands bristling. He froze for a few seconds that felt like hours. Had he not lost the ability to react, he would have immediately pushed her away. But for some reason, he waited until she finished adjusting the knot as if it were an obligation.

She stuck out her tongue in concentration, and that was when Scrooge cleared his throat, nervous and yearning for fresh air.

"Enough!" he suddenly pulled away, averting his gaze and fleeing from the younger woman. "I want you to transcribe all the payment letters that have arrived this month so we have a copy of each in case the original gets lost or destroyed," he ordered in a harsh tone.

It seemed the boring task of sorting documents hadn’t been enough to wear down Arabella’s determination, as she responded to orders with defiant smiles. Scrooge glanced at her out of the corner of his eye again, almost thinking aloud.

Does she want to work? Well, good for her. She’ll find out what work really means.

[unabashedthingsublime]

A bit of Dialogue I wrote for Fourteen, Donna, and Rose

the Doctor is underneath the console, tinkering with some obscure TARDIS system, while Rose is sitting with him working on her plushies, and Donna is handing him tools (and snacks). (He's more likely to talk while he's doing something with his hands, and it spares Donna's household appliances from being tinkered with.)

Doctor: I got to actually talk to her once.

Donna: Who?

Doctor: You know, The TARDIS. (Pats console)

Donna: She can talk?

Doctor: Not usually. We got pulled into a pocket universe by an evil planet that eats TARDISes, and he threw her into the body of a human girl.  (Indignant) She bit me!

(With a bit of wonder in his voice) I thought I had stolen a TARDIS and ran away, but it turns out we stole each other, isn’t that right, old girl? I stole you, and you stole me.

For a moment, for one mad, impossible moment, my oldest, best friend in the universe was here, in front of me, and we could talk. Because the thing is, while a TARDIS is alive, and this one more so than most, she can’t directly interact with linear time in the same way that we can. I can feel her, and usually she finds a way to nudge me in the right direction, but she can’t talk in any real way. Not even to me.

Rose: So what happened?

Doctor: Of course, it couldn’t last. The human body just isn’t meant to contain the an atemporal 11th dimensional entity, and that body started burning itself out almost as soon as she got thrown into it. With the matrix gone, the entity, House, took over the TARDIS, and used it to leave to leave the bubble universe he was stuck in, with my companions, Amy and Rory still inside.

We built a makeshift Tardis, from the pieces of all the ones that had been destroyed and managed to get back to my TARDIS with a little help from Amy and Rory. We landed in a secondary control room, and tricked the entity that had taken over into bringing us to the main console, where the Tardis was able to return to her rightful place, and finish it off.

Rose: But that also meant that she had to go back, right?

Doctor:  (quietly) Yeah.

Donna: Oi, come here spaceman! (The Doctor comes out from underneath the console, and they hug)

They break the hug, and Donna considers what he just told them.

Donna: Wait, did you say you stole the TARDIS?

Doctor: Yeah, in my very first life (Darkly, as an aside) That I know about anyway…  (forcibly checks himself)

I was fed up. Fed up with Gallifrey, fed up with the Time Lord’s endless bureaucracy and pontificating. So I snuck my granddaughter, Susan (although that name came later), to the storage room where the decommissioned TARDISes were kept, and we stole one and ran away.

Or maybe the Tardis stole me. She was the one who opened the lock…

She’s always been there for me. Seen me at my best and my worst, and still hasn’t given up on me, even when I’ve given up on myself.  

Rose: Wait, I get it. You two are married, aren’t you?

Doctor: Uh… well, in a matter of speaking, I guess we are.

[legends-of-time]

Thorn Bush (Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 31: Deep Breath Part One

Masterlist

A young Amelia Pond comes running up the stairs past the Eleventh Doctor, laughing. She's dressed in the clothes she wore the night she waited.

"Amelia?" Eleven murmurs in surprise.

"Who's Amelia?" Clara questions. She doesn't truly understand what's happening. He can't go.

The Doctor ignores her as another voice speaks up. "Don't forget about me."

The Doctor turns to see it's Kathy standing behind him with a cheeky grin as she walks over. She's dressed in the deep green floor length dress that he first saw her in on Platform One.

"Kathy..."

Clara looks in the direction he's speaking but is confused as she doesn't see her friend.

"The first face this face saw." The Doctor murmurs.

Kathy smiles sadly as she reaches him. "You'll see me soon, Doctor. Just with new eyes." She reaches up and caresses his cheek. "Goodbye Idiot."

The Doctor reaches up to touch her cheek with his hand for a moment then she disappears and he's touching thin air.

He knows it's time.

——

1894 AD/CE

On the south side of the River Thames in London, across from Thorney Island and the Houses of Parliament, a crowd is gathered on the Albert Embankment to watch as a Tyrannosaurus Rex paces and bellows in the river causing the ground to shake. Big Ben rolls causing the dinosaur to roar at it. It's standing taller than the Clock Tower making the creature well over 96 metres tall. Naturally, the crowd screams. Kathy doesn't blame the crowd. A row of terrified Victorian Bobbies, cordoning off gob-smacked members of the public, to keep calm.

Kathy, Jenny, Vastra and Strax are eventually able to push themselves to the front where a jaw-dropped Inspector Gregson stands, staring up at the creature, which to him is impossible. The group already begin sizing up their latest problem – business as usual. As soon as she looks at it, Kathy immediately knows this is a Doctor Who episode, a significant one. She's glad that Ashildr and Carlyle had taken that holiday to Italy now.

"Madame Vastra and Madame Davis, thank God." The Inspector greets. "I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before."

Vastra steps forward, looking up at the bellowing creature. "Well," she throws back her veil, revealing her green, reptile skin, "not since I was a little girl."

"Big fella, isn't he?" Jenny remarks as she gazes up at the creature.

"Dinosaurs were mostly this size. I do believe it's a she." Vastra corrects her wife.

"No, they weren't, I've seen fossils," Jenny argues.

"You forget Jenny, Vastra was there." Kathy retorts amusedly. Excitement is already bubbling up inside her.

"Well, that's all well and good," the Inspector interrupts, "but what's this dinosaur fellow doing in the Thames?"

"It must have time travelled." Vastra turns to Kathy. "Kathy?" She prompts.

Kathy nods and pulls out her scanner. Since she received this gift from River so long ago, it's been through many upgrades. She scans the dinosaur. Ah, just as she thought.

The Inspector looks at them bewildered. "Time travelled?"

"Yes, time travelled," Kathy replies.

The dinosaur begins swaying her head, and seemingly coughing, trying to cough something up. Here we go...

"Is it choking?" Vastra questions.

"My scanner says something is lodged in its throat," Kathy replies though she would've known that anyway.

"How could it time travel?" The Inspector asks, his mind still stuck on the comment.

"I don't know. Perhaps it was something it ate."

Just as Vastra speaks those words, the dinosaur manages to dislodge the obstruction in her throat as she bends over and reaches. A small blue box with a light on top flies out of her mouth and lands the right way up with a plop on the muddy banks of the Thames below the crowd. The TARDIS sits there covered in gunk, rocking slightly. Kathy can't help but grin at the sight of it, while she knows Twelve in this episode is a bit all over the place, she's happy to be seeing him again.

The Inspector quickly pushes through the crowd with the group following behind. "Stand back. Stand back, stand back." He manages to push his way forward to a better vantage point. "Well, it's just laid an egg."

Kathy can't help but let out a snort.

Vastra looks at him exasperated. "It's dropped a blue box marked Police out of its mouth. Your grasp of biology, it troubles me."

"We'll take care of this, Inspector." Kathy states, ushering the others to follow.

"But what if that thing goes on the rampage?" The Inspector questions.

Vastra takes a sack from Jenny and passes it to the Inspector. She takes what looks like a high-tech lantern from the sack. "Place these lanterns on the shoreline and bridges, encircling the creature at twenty foot intervals."

"What will they do?"

"They will emit a signal that will incline it to remain within their circumference," Kathy explains. "But don't have it too high, they'll give her a headache if you do."

"So, it's him, then, the Doctor?" Jenny questions as they go down the stone stairs to the riverbank.

"It's him alright. I know." Kathy replies as they reach the bottom.

"Well, just to be sure..." Vastra remarks. "Strax, if you wouldn't mind?"

Strax goes striding up the TARDIS and bangs his fist on the door. "Hello? Exit the box and surrender to the glory of the Sontaran empire."

A moment then one of the doors is suddenly pulled open and the familiar face, to Kathy anyway, of Twelve pops out for a moment – "Shh!" – and slams the door closed.

"Doctor?" Strax calls hesitantly.

He pops out again. "I was being chased by a giant dinosaur, but I think I managed to give it the slip." He slams the door again.

Kathy glances at said dinosaur. Somehow, she doubts his statement.

Strax looks at them, bewildered. Then the doors open more slowly. The Doctor is peering out at Strax, quizzical like he's trying to place a memory. He's clearly still dazed from his regeneration, and still dressed in the previous Doctor's clothes but no bow tie. Kathy feels sorry for him, for all versions of the Doctor. To go through a change and be so frazzled and confused.

"Sleepy?" The Doctor murmurs.

"Sir?"

"Bashful? Sneezy? Dopey? Grumpy." He grins at the last word. Then he sees Vastra and Jenny and walks towards them. "Oh, you two. The green one and the not-green one. Or it could be the other way round, I mustn't prejudge." His wild eyes land on Kathy and gestures at her. "And you, the, uh, always hanging around one, the telling me off one."

Kathy smiles kindly. "Yep, that's me." There are probably the worst descriptions.

Clara then appears, very dishevelled. Clearly, she's been through hell in the last few minutes.

The Doctor points at her. "Oh, you remember, er. Thingy. The, er, the not-me one. The asking questions one. Names not my area."

"Clara," Kathy tells him as she hurries over to the companion, wrapping her in a hug. "You alright?"

"Been better," Clara says as they pull back, giving her a shaky smile. "It's good to see you."

"Well, it might be Clara. Might not be. It's a lottery." The Doctor rambles.

"It is Clara!" Clara retorts.

"Well, I'm not ruling it out." The Doctor suddenly freezes, spinning around to stare at her. "Wait, no, I remember you. You're Handles. You used to be a little, a little robot head, and now you. You've really let yourself go."

A huge bellow from the dinosaur above. "Oi! Big man! Shut it!" The Doctor yells before he does a double take. "You've got a dinosaur too!"

"Uh, no, I believe it is yours," Kathy remarks, sending Clara a smirk, trying to bring some humour to help the shaken companion. She receives the same shaky smile.

The dinosaur lets out a bellow in displeasure at the Doctor's misgendering. "Big woman, sorry."

Clara now cautiously approaches the Doctor. "Doctor, listen to me. You, you need to calm down."

The Doctor ignores her, speaking to the dinosaur. "I'm not flirting, by the way."

"I think something's gone wrong," Clara says, frantically.

"It's a new regeneration cycle." Kathy tries to reassure her. "It will be a bit more difficult for the Doctor to get used to than a normal regeneration... not that his regenerations happen that normally."

"How do you know it's saying that?" Strax questions the Doctor.

The Doctor spins around to face Strax. "Come on, Clara. You know that I speak dinosaur."

"He's not Clara." Clara gestures at Strax before gesturing at herself. "I'm Clara."

The Doctor stares at the two with a confused look. "Well, you're very similar heights. Maybe you should wear labels?" He then frowns, squinting at them. Kathy knows he's going to keel over soon. "Why, why are you all doing that? Why are you? You're all going dark and wobbly. Stop that." He backs away from them.

"I don't think we are."

"Never mind. Everyone take five." The Doctor closes his eyes, sways, and then falls over. Clara and Kathy rush over to him to check he's okay.

"What do we do?" Clara questions.

"I don't understand. Who is he? Where's the Doctor?" Jenny asks.

"Right here. I told you. This is the Doctor." Kathy states.

"Well then, here we go again." Vastra remarks.

——

Getting a newly regenerated Doctor dressed and into bed to rest is a nightmare Kathy realises. It takes quite a bit of effort for Vastra and Kathy to convince the Doctor to change into a nightshirt. Kathy tries to explain to him that he needs to sleep to let his body settle after a regeneration, particularly this one.

Eventually, the Doctor is in a full length night shirt but now it's a struggle to get him into bed as he now takes offence at the guest room they are standing in.

"It's simply misunderstandable to me. I don't know what it is. Who invented this room?" The Doctor complains as he flails around the room. He opens the door and Clara and Jenny, who were obviously listening at the door, nearly fall inside.

"Doctor, please, you have to lie down." Kathy pleads with him.

"It doesn't make sense. Look, it's only got a bed in it. Why is there only a bed in it?" The Doctor continues to question. Kathy and Clara follow him, placatory, as he continues about the room.

"Because it's a bed room. It's for sleeping in." Clara tries to explain.

"Okay, what do you do when you're awake?"

"You leave the room," Jenny says.

"So, you've got a whole room for not being awake in." He receives nods from Clara and Jenny but Kathy knows that's just going to confuse him further. "But what's the point? You're just missing the room." He suddenly runs over to the mirror in the room. "And don't look in that mirror. It's absolutely furious."

"Doctor, I told you, you're just not used to your eyebrows." Kathy tries to gently explain, trying to coach him towards the bed. "You have to lie down. You keep passing out. You always say rest is important during the process."

"Well, of course, I keep passing out. There's all these beds." The Doctor retorts. "Why do you keep talking like that? What's gone wrong with your accent? Why—"

Oh great, this bit.

"Nothing's wrong with her accent." Jenny interrupts.

This distressed the Doctor further. "You sound the same. It's spreading. You all sound all... English. Now you've all developed a fault."

"Doctor, I need your help with something." Vastra interrupts, speaking with a Scottish accent.

The Doctor relaxes. "Finally, someone who can talk properly."

"I'm having difficulty sleeping." Vastra begins pulling him towards the bed.

"Oh? Oh, well, I wouldn't bother with that, I never bother with sleep, and I just do standy-up catnaps." The Doctor says.

"Oh really, how interesting. And when do you do those?" Vastra questions.

"Well, generally whenever anyone else starts talking. I like to skip ahead to my bits. It saves time." The Doctor replies. If anyone is in doubt about him being the Doctor, that ended any doubt.

Vastra gets him on the bed. "Save me time, Doctor. Project an image of perfect sleep into the centre of my mind."

"What, do you want a psychic link with me? The size of my brain, it would be like dropping a piano on you." The Doctor warns her. Kathy presses her lips together, so she doesn't laugh.

"Be gentle, then."

"I'll try. Brace yourself. Piano."

The Doctor closes his eyes, and touches his hands to Vastra's temples, mirroring her. Boing! Doctor flops back unconscious onto the bed, sound asleep. Kathy lets herself laugh at that.

"I love monkeys. They're so funny." Vastra remarks, back in her English accent.

"Oh, I see. So, people are monkeys now, are they?" Jenny comments to her wife.

"No, dear. People are apes. Men are monkeys." They tuck the Doctor up in bed.

Kathy grins. "Of course."

"So, what now?" Clara asks.

"He needs rest," Vastra tells her.

"So, what do we do? How do we fix him?"

A silence. Jenny and Vastra exchange a look. Vastra sends a narrow look at Clara. Like she isn't pleased.

Kathy looks at the companion sharply. "Fix him?" She knew this was going to happen but for some reason, she had hoped it would be different.

Clara nods, immediately looking uncertain.

"Jenny," Vastra says, "I will be in my chamber. Would you be kind enough to fetch my veil?"

"That's not necessary, Vastra." Kathy stops her. "I'll explain. I believe Clara's just a bit overwhelmed."

The companion looks affronted at the fact that Vastra and Kathy are having a conversation as though she isn't in the room. Vastra, after a moment, nods and leaves the room with Jenny. Clara looks in bewilderment at Jenny, who just avoids her eye, as the maid leaves.

Clara looks at Kathy. "What have I done wrong?"

Kathy just turns to the window, where they can hear the dinosaur still. There is a terrible roar, distant, from the river.

"What's wrong with it?" Clara asks.

Kathy shrugs. "The Doctor's the one that speaks dinosaur. She's probably distressed."

"Where did he get that face?" Kathy turns to find Clara now kneeling by the bed, watching the Doctor. "Why's it got lines on it? It's brand new. How can his hair be all grey? He only just got it."

"It's still him. You saw him change." Kathy says instead of replying to questions that she has answers to. She was there when the Doctor realised why he chose this face.

"I know. I do. I, I know that." Clara quickly replies, stumbling in a way that shows she isn't as sure as she wants to be.

Kathy lets it slide for now. "Good."

"It's just—"

"What?"

"Nothing." Kathy turns back to the window. "It- it's just that..." Kathy turns back to Clara, "how do you do it? How do you meet so many versions of the Doctor and still know it's him?"

Kathy shrugs again. "Because despite the odd quirk, they are still the Doctor at their core. They will always be the Doctor."

"Excuse me, ma'ams." Jenny catches Kathy's attention. "Wouldn't it be better to let him sleep in quiet?"

"I think we'll follow you," Kathy says. "Let the Doctor get rest. We need to talk privately."

Kathy walks out of the room to find Strax standing there. "Strax, we're going to my chambers."

"Very good, Madam." The Sontaran butler replies. "May I take your coat, boy?"

Clara looks confusedly down at her clothes. "Not wearing a coat."

Now Strax is confused. Kathy tries desperately not to laugh as Strax gestures at Clara. "What's all that then?"

"Clothes."

"May I take your clothes?"

"Probably not."

"Are you wearing a hat?"

"It's hair."

"No, I think it's a hat. Would you like me to check?"

Kathy bursts out laughing. "Okay, Strax, leave her alone. She's fine." Kathy urges Clara to follow her.

——

Kathy leads Clara towards a small room a bit down the hall, more like a study mixed with a sitting room. Once they are inside, Kathy leans back against the desk and gives Clara a look to let her know it is time for questions.

"Where did he get that face? Why's it got lines on it? It's brand new. How can his hair be all grey? He only just got it." Clara speaks extremely quickly but goes silent when Kathy holds up a hand.

"When Time Lords regenerate, they can become anything: old, young, man, woman, brunette, grey, white, black," Kathy explains. "But, on average, it's a complete lottery, with almost no control over what face you get even if it's an unconscious decision."

"He's so old though," Clara argues.

"It didn't seem to bother you when we met the other Doctors. The one right after the war looked older too. Not quite as much as this face." Kathy reasons.

"Yes, but I guess it was different when the one I was used to was still around," Clara admits.

"I've dealt with it more than you. This is the fifth version I've known. Well, sixth, if you count the War Doctor though that was only for a short while. It'll be hard to get used to the changes, but we'll get through it. The Doctor that we know, and love is still in there. Just the packaging has changed." Kathy sits next to Clara and holds her hands in hers, the two of them sit next to each other closely. "Remember? Same sonic, different case? As I said before the Doctor is always the Doctor. Do you understand, Clara?"

"I...I think so." Clara stutters blushing. "But why did he choose this one?"

"Spoilers," Kathy smirks causing Clara to smile. "But right now, the Doctor needs us. He is lost in himself, trying to learn who he is all over again and we must bring him home."

Kathy suddenly gasps and glances around. She has just felt something change in her mental connection with the Doctor.

"What is it?" Clara asks worriedly.

"The Doctor. He's awake again and just ran off somewhere." Kathy tells her. Just as she says those words, what sounds like the dinosaur roaring in pain echoes through the house. Oh, no. She had been so focused on Clara that she'd forgotten about the dinosaur.

"That came from the river," Clara observes.

"The dinosaur. Strax! Bring the carriage, now!" Kathy yells, storming out of the room.

——

Kathy, Vastra, Jenny and Clara pile into the carriage with Strax at the helm, careering down the streets towards the Thames.

"Come on, Strax." Va'stra urges. He cracks the whip. "That's better!"

"You think the Doctor has gone to the dinosaur?" Clara questions.

Kathy nods. "Positive. There is trouble – where else would he be?"

Strax eventually brings the carriage to a halt and they get out. Kathy can see the tall figure of the Doctor in the flapping nightshirt standing on the wall, silhouetted against the pall of smoke and flame.

Vastra pulls the hat pin from her hat, raises it in the air, and presses a button. The carriage behind them chirps like a car alarm, and the door slams shut of its own accord. Now, in the firelight, the five of them make their way to join the Doctor. He remains standing on the wall, they stand below.

The Doctor doesn't look around, but clearly knows they are there. "She was scared. She was scared and alone. I brought her here and look what they did." Tears are streaming down his face.

"Who or what could have done this thing?" Vastra questions.

"No." The Doctor says softly.

"I'm sorry?"

"No." The Doctor says, louder this time. "That is not the question. That is not where we start."

"Then what is the question, Doctor? Tell us." Kathy says, approaching him, careful, tactful.

"A dinosaur is burning in the heart of London. Nothing left but smoke and flame." He turns to them. "The question is, have there been any similar murders?"

There's a pause from those standing next to Kathy but then Vastra is frowning, in growing realisation. "Yes! Yes, by the Goddess, there have!"

The Doctor has raised his eyes, looking along the banks and the other bridges. "Look at them all, gawking. Question two. If all the pudding brains are gawking, then what is he?"

Kathy turns, following where the Doctor is pointing. A figure calmly crosses the bridge, unfazed by the tragedy in front of him. The half-face man. A droid using parts of people to keep itself alive.

"He seems remarkably unmoved by the available spectacle," Vastra observes.

"Indeed," Kathy replies, feeling a bit unnerved that this droid is just walking around in dead people's skin.

"Do you think that is whoever—" As she speaks, Clara has turned away from the Doctor, but breaks off as the sound of a loud splash is heard from below. Clara throws herself at the wall and looks down. "What he's doing? He'll drown."

"He hasn't." Kathy counters.

"Why?"

"There has been a murder. The Doctor has taken up the case. If we are to see him again, we must do the same." Vastra declares.

——

Kathy knows they just need to wait for Missy to put that advert in the newspaper to find the Doctor again, but she doesn't see any harm in sending out the Paternoster Irregulars in force.

Kathy comes to visit Clara the next morning in her assigned bedroom. The companion is wearing a nightdress, morning light streaming in the windows.

"How are you?" Kathy calls gently, not wanting to startle her.

Clara turns from her washstand; she looks troubled and tousled. "Never better." Clara tiredly mutters.

Kathy opens her mouth to say something but then there's a noise from outside. Shouts and grunts, and the clattering of hooves. Both of them turn to the window.

"Come on, Earthling scum! Position it here." Comes Strax's voice. "That's it. Careful..."

Kathy and Clara pop their heads out the window to see a horse and cart, with the TARDIS sitting inside, parked in the backyard. A few workmen are manhandling the big blue box onto the cobbles. Strax supervises.

"Don't get it scratched or you and all your bloodline will be obliterated from time and space." The Sontaran butler threatens.

"Very good, sir."

"Be nice to them, Strax!" Kathy calls.

Strax looks up at them. "These scum do not deserve your mercy." He retorts.

"You got the TARDIS, then?" Clara observes.

"Military tactics. The Doctor is still missing, but he will always come looking for his box. By bringing it here, he will be lured from the dangers of London to this place of safety, and we will melt him with acid." Strax gleefully clenches his fist as he utters that last phrase.

Kathy shares an amused look with Clara before sending Strax a raised eyebrow. "Strax..."

Strax repeats the clenching of his fist but more calmly. "And we will not melt him with acid. Old habits." He pulls a rolled up paper from under his arm. "The Times. Shall I send it up?"

"Yeah, why not?" Clara says.

Kathy ducks out of the way as Strax throws the rolled-up newspaper. It hits Clara squarely between the eyes and knocks her down.

Kathy can't help the bubble of laughter that erupts from her as she crouches down beside her, picking up the paper and grimacing when she sees the title.

Clara groans on the floor, hand on her head. "Why didn't you warn me?!"

"Ouch, the Times." Kathy comments. "Quite a hefty one, isn't it?"

"Did he have to throw it at me?" Clara grumbles as Kathy helps her up.

——

Kathy enters the kitchen and sees an upright Clara dressed and coiffured in the late Victorian style sitting at the table with Strax leaning close. He has his monocle device out and is shining the green light at her forehead. Kathy smirks to herself, she remembers this.

Kathy has completed the interrogation of the Camberwell child poisoner and has left Vastra to sort out her meal.

"Now that's interesting," Strax observes as Kathy walks past them to get a cup of water and gives the bucket of water Strax has been using to clean the floor a wide berth.

"What? What's interesting?" Clara questions.

"Deflected narcissism. Traces of passive aggressive. And a lot of muscular young men doing sport." Strax observes.

Kathy tries not to laugh as she sips her drink, leaning against the kitchen cupboards as she watches the two.

"What are you looking at?"

"Your subconscious," Kathy tells her. Clara looks mildly startled at that.

"Is that sport? It could be sport. Who's that? It looks like—"

Clara abruptly flicks down the lens, blushing slightly as she glances at where Kathy stands. Kathy stares curiously back, where was Strax going with that?

"Well, stop looking," Clara tells Strax, shifting uncomfortably.

Strax concedes and switches lenses. "Moving onto the thorax, such as it is." The green light makes Clara's ribcage visible. "Ah, excellent. Enviable spleen. Well done." This causes Clara to perk up a little. "Twenty seven years old, with a projected lifespan of exactly—"

"Ah! No more, Strax." Kathy quickly interrupts. She feels something twisting her insides as she thinks of Clara's death in the show.

"Oh, you're going to do quite well." Strax continues. "But watch out for fluid retention later. It's going to be spectacular. Well, put your clothes back on."

"They are on." Clara retorts.

"Oh yes, so they are."

Clara takes his scanner from him and puts it on the table. "Why are you doing this?"

"If we are to serve together, I need you in peak physical prowess, eh?" Strax playfully punches Clara's arm. Kathy winces, oh dear.

"Ow," Clara complains before abruptly standing. "Why would we be serving together? The Doctor's going to come back, isn't he?"

Kathy quickly walks over. "He is."

Clara looks relieved until Strax decides to add, "It is to be hoped."

"He's not just going to abandon me here." Clara looks at Kathy, pleadingly.

"You must stop worrying about him, my boy," Strax reassures her. "By now, he's almost certainly had his throat cut by the violent poor." Or do the opposite.

Clara looks upset by this and quickly leaves.

Kathy sighs, shaking her head. "Strax, you know how we talked about comforting people? The lessons?"

"Yes?"

"You're not doing very well at it."

——

Vastra looks up from her easel as the door opens to omit Kathy. Standing in the centre, is Jenny, barely dressed, her modesty protected only by a strategically draped white cloth - she is posing elegantly like a classical nymph in a painting but she pulls the shawl closer together at the sound of someone entering.

"Yowzah." Kathy declares at the sight of the young woman. "You're beautiful as always, Jenny."

"Ah, Katherine." Vastra greets, pulling her attention away from her wife. "You're back."

"Yes, eat well?"

"Of course."

Kathy motions behind her. "Am I interrupting anything? I can go and come back." It's quite funny when she knows Vastra isn't even painting like Jenny thinks she is.

"I certainly do not mind, how about you my love?" Vastra asks Jenny, who shakes her head.

Kathy smiles but shuts the door behind her again, making sure to block the view of anyone who may walk past unannounced. "How's the investigation going?" She asks, walking around till she sits in a chair nearby.

"I have been thinking upon what the Doctor said. The dinosaur burnt into a crisp, nothing remained, yet he seemed to think it was murder." Vastra replies.

"Funny way to murder someone if you ask me," Jenny says.

"Yes, you could almost say it wasn't exactly well-hidden." Kathy agrees.

Vastra's face lights up when she catches what Kathy's implying. "Not every murderer wants to be hidden, my dear. Some want to get caught."

"And what better way than burning a dinosaur?" Kathy agrees. "I assume you've found the related murders of people just spontaneously combusting?" Vastra nods.

"Is that like love at first sight?" Jenny asks.

"Huh! A little." Vastra agrees with a little laugh. "It is the theory that human beings can, with little or no inducement, simply explode."

Jenny shoots her a grin. "You don't need to flirt with me, we're already married."

"It's scientific nonsense, of course," Vastra replies.

Jenny frowns. "Marriage?" She asks and Kathy snickers. She likes to watch these two bounce off each other.

"Oh, most definitely," Kathy says. "Do tell me about what you've discovered, Vastra."

"Nine reported incidents of people apparently exploding in the last month," Vastra says with a thoughtful look on her face as she looks over the other side of the easel.

"And you think they weren't spontaneous." Jenny surmises.

"I think whoever killed the dinosaur had at least nine previous victims," Vastra confirms, turning the easel around to reveal a map of London with news articles dotted around it. Pins marked off where the nine victims have been found, red string joining up their respective pieces of information. "All of these perished in the same spectacular fashion."

Kathy can't help but giggle at the look on Jenny's face, who isn't best pleased to see what her wife has been working on. "I thought you were painting me!" She snaps.

"I was working." Vastra offers as an excuse as Kathy stands up, walking over to the board as they have a little quarrel behind her. It is cute, they love each other so much but it is always nice to see Jenny put Vastra in her place, but she really does have more important things to focus on. Kathy wants to take the chance to look at Vastra's findings in a way she hadn't been able to do before when watching the show.

"The important question is," Kathy interrupts, cutting off their argument so that they can get back on track, "why destroy the victims so completely? It's difficult, it draws attention. What advantage is to be gained?" She looks at the duo pointedly.

Jenny rolls her eyes, still irritated with her wife. "Well, tell us, then."

"Concealment."

"Concealment?"

"Exactly... by destroying the body so completely, you conceal what is missing from it." Vastra realises.

"Missing from the body?" Jenny clocks on.

"Kathy!" The door flies open, and Clara comes dashing in, clutching a newspaper. She ignores Jenny hurriedly wrapping her shawl even more tightly around her as she runs over to where Kathy stands. "Kathy!"

"Clara, excellent. Pop your clothes on that chair there." Vastra greets. She receives a disgruntled look from her wife.

"Look." Clara shows them the Times newspaper.

"Advertisements, yes. So many. It's a distressing modern trend." Vastra remarks.

Kathy rolls her eyes amusedly. No, that's not what she's showing us. She takes the Times that's been shoved in her face and places it on a table and points. One advert in the personal column says - Impossible Girl. Lunch on the other side?

——

A little while later, Strax is serving tea to them all. The girls are now in work mode, Jenny back in her clothes. Vastra is studying the paper. Clara is pacing. Kathy lounges as she watches everything unfold.

"There appears to be nothing of significance in the rest of the newspaper. Not even in the agony column." Vastra complains.

"We can't know it's from the Doctor." Jenny points out.

"Of course, it's from the Doctor." Clara retorts. "The Impossible Girl, he's the only one to call me that other than Kathy."

"And I know I didn't do it," Kathy adds.

"How do you know for sure?" Jenny questions doubtfully.

Kathy shrugs, sipping her tea. "I just do."

She knows who did and she can't tell them. Kathy wonders if Missy knew what kind of restaurant she is leading them to or was it a happy coincidence on her part?

"He says lunch, but not when or where?" Vastra says.

"On the other side? The other side of London? Bit vague." Jenny observes.

"The other side of regeneration, perhaps, once he's recovered?" Vastra theorises.

"So, what am I supposed to do, guess where we're meeting?" Clara questions.

"Ah, but why do that? Why do puzzles?" Kathy questions, trying to lead them in the right direction.

Clara begins to realise what she's saying. "He wouldn't..."

"So?"

"So, keep it dead simple. On the other side."

She holds the page up to the light. There is another advert directly behind hers, so she turns it over to read it. Mancini's Family Restaurant, the Best Dinner in London. Kathy would have to disagree with that description.

——

Kathy immediately offers to accompany Clara as 1. She doesn't want Clara wandering around Victorian London on her own and 2. She doesn't want Clara to be on her own in this place with an unstable Doctor. Plus, this is a location she knows the Doctor will be and these androids need to be stopped so...

Kathy leaves a message with Vastra, Jenny and Strax that if she and Clara take too long – which they will – then they should come quickly.

They find the building that looks just as it is depicted in the advert. Kathy is struck by how normal it all looks as people pass by, unaware of the horrors inside. They peer inside, through the windows. Kathy can see the blurry figures of solemn Victorian diners. Kathy swallows uncomfortably as she thinks about what they really are.

"Can't see him," Clara says.

"We probably need to wait for him inside," Kathy says. Let's get this over with.

She goes inside and sits by herself on a curved bench seat in a wall alcove at the rear of the restaurant, with a small round table in front of it. The restaurant has other customers but is very quiet. Kathy watches them closely as Clara examines the advert again.

It's then that Kathy gets a whiff of a really bad smell just as Clara does. Kathy slaps a hand over a mouth while Clara coughs as she fans the air with the paper. They both look over to the Doctor, now sitting next to them, with a disgruntled look.

He sits there unperturbed as he is still wearing his nightshirt, but now there is a filthy great coat over it and a pair of battered old boots on his feet. "What's wrong?"

Clara sends him an incredulous look. "I don't know. Maybe the smell?"

"I know. It's everywhere." The Doctor mutters, looking about himself suspiciously.

Clara gives Kathy a questioning look. Kathy just shrugs. The Doctor is always a bit off after a regeneration though she's only experienced a newly regenerated Eleven before this.

Clara sighs. "Where did you get that coat?"

The Doctor clears his throat awkwardly. "Er, ahem, I bought it." He lies, badly.

Kathy raises an eyebrow, probably giving off disappointed mother energy. "No, you didn't. I know. Why don't you tell Clara where you really got it?"

The Doctor looks down with a pout. "Might have been a tramp." He admits.

Clara narrows her eyes suspiciously. "How?" She asks curtly.

"Er, I had a watch."

"No. That watch was beautiful." Clara cries.

"It was my favourite."

"You swapped your favourite watch for that coat. That's maybe not a good deal." Kathy remarks. She makes a mental note to find said tramp and try and get that watch back.

"Well, I was in a hurry. There was a terrible smell." The Doctor smiles and laughs a little at that. It causes an uptick in Kathy's lips. Early Twelve was always so serious it was only during his tenure that he began to be more relaxed.

"No. No, don't. Don't. Don't. Don't smile." Clara immediately retorts. "Only Kathy can smile. You, on the other hand, will wait until I smile first and then you know it's safe to smile."

"Are you cross with me?"

"I am not cross. But if I was cross, it would be your fault and..." Clara hesitates before admitting, "...yes, I am cross."

"I guessed that."

"I am extremely cross."

"And if I hadn't changed my face, would you be cross?"

Kathy stays silent as she watches the back and forth. She's trying not to stare too much at the other "customers" so they don't realise she knows.

"I would be cross if I wasn't cross." Clara snaps, frowning at him.

"Why?"

"Why?" Clara set down her menu aggressively, before calming down. "An ordinary person wants to meet someone that they know very well for lunch. What do they do?"

Kathy winces as even if she doesn't know what is going to happen, it is easy to anticipate how much of a train wreck this is going to be.

"Well, they probably get in touch and suggest lunch."

"Mhmm. Okay, so what sort of person would put a cryptic note in... in a newspaper advert?"

"Well, I wouldn't like to say."

"Oh, go on. Do say." Clara presses.

"Well, I would say that that person would be an egomaniac, needy, game-player sort of person." The Doctor replies.

Kathy groans quietly, "Oh no."

"Oh, thank you. Well, at least that hasn't changed." Clara says.

Kathy rests her chin on the table, covering the top of her head with her hands. "Take cover." She mutters quietly.

"And I don't suppose it ever will." The Doctor goes on, making Clara chuckle.

"No, I don't suppose it will either."

"Clara, honestly, I don't want you to change. It was no bother, really. I saw your advert. I figured it out. I'm happy to play your game." The Doctor says, placing his hand on hers. To be honest, the beginning bit was quite cute.

"Shots fired, shots fired," Kathy muttered, eyes shifting between the clueless Doctor and Clara

The companion is steadily growing angrier as realisation dawns on her. "No. No, no. I didn't place the ad. You placed the ad."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you placed the ad. I figured it out. Impossible Girl', see? Lunch." She says, showing him the paper.

He takes it, pointing it back at her. "No, look. The impossible... That is a message from the Impossible Girl."

"For the Impossible... Girl." Clara argues before they both figure it out.

"Ooh."

"Oh."

"Well, if neither of us place that ad, who placed that ad?"

They both turn to Kathy, and she immediately bolts upright and waves her hands about. "O-Oh no. Wasn't me. Honest."

Clara gives her a look though. "Kathy, did you know about this?"

Kathy winces. "Well, maybe."

"Why didn't you say anything?!" Clara snaps.

Kathy cringes, maybe she should've said something. "Sorry, w-we needed to find the Doctor and this was the only place I knew he'd turn plus we need to be here anyway cu—"

"Hang on." Clara cuts her off, holding up a finger before turning to the Doctor. "Egomaniac, needy, game-player?"

"This could be a trap." The Doctor says, ignoring her as he looks around the room suspiciously.

"That was me?"

"Never mind that." He frowns, but she isn't quite finished.

"Yes, I am minding that."

"Clara."

"You were talking about me?" She questions again.

The Doctor rolls his eyes. Clara, what is happening right now in this restaurant to you and me is more important than your egomania."

"Nothing is more important than my egomania." Clara retorts.

Kathy raises an eyebrow. "Did you really just say that?"

"He is to never mention that again." Clara cries.

"It's a vanity trap. You're so busy congratulating yourself on solving the puzzle, you don't notice that you're sticking your head in a noose." The Doctor has plucked a hair from his own head.

"What are you doing?" Clara questions as the Doctor examines the single hair. "And that isn't the only grey one, if you are, er, having a cull."

"What, do you have a problem with the grey ones?" The Doctor now holds up the single hair and lets it drop to the floor, watching as it falls.

"If I got new hair and it was grey, I would have a problem." Kathy side eyes Clara at that.

"Yeah, I bet you would."

"Meaning?"

"It's too short." He pulls a hair from Clara's head.

"Ow," Clara complains. "Why not Kathy's?"

"She hasn't doubted me, and it was the only one out of place. I'm sure that you would want it killed." The Doctor retorts.

Clara still hasn't caught up to what he's doing. "Ooo. Are you trying to tell me something?"

"He's trying to measure the air disturbance in the room," Kathy explains.

"Right. Moments when you know you are boring." Clara casually remarks, looking at the paper again.

The Doctor holds the hair below the table edge and lets it go. It falls slowly downwards. "There is something extremely wrong with everybody else in this room."

"Mmm. Basically, don't you always think that?" Clara counters.

"He's being serious, Clara. As carefully as you can, watch them. Something is very wrong here." Kathy insists.

Heeding her warning, Clara cautiously glances at the patrons sitting around them. "They look fine to me. They're just eating."

"Are they?" Kathy presses and she looks again.

Kathy knows Clara is now seeing what Kathy had noticed as soon as she walked inside. The knives and forks are clattering away but no food is being raised to the mouths. The cutlery is repeatedly being brought up to the mouth and lowered again, still full.

Clara is freaked now but fighting it. "Okay, no. No, they're not eating." She acknowledges.

"Something else they're not doing." The Doctor whispers as he plucks another hair from Clara's head and tosses it to watch it fall. "Breathing!"

——

A/N: Part two is coming

Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 133

Vampires of Venice/The Man Who Would Be King

I’m switching the order today because the spn episode is so much more to me than the dw one

“Vampires of Venice”

Plot Description: desiccated corpses, terror in the canal, and the sinister House of Calvierri! The Doctor takes Amy and Rory on a short romantic holiday, but 16th century Venice is not as it should be

This is actually the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode. I HAVE BEEN TRICKED

Oh!! Oh, Roryyyyy. You can’t help but feel bad for him when you know Amy’s currently trying to seduce the Doctor and he’s saying it’s a crime that he hasn’t told her he loves her in seven hours…

How did that sound at ALL fine in your head, Doctor??

No no. You don’t deserve an “it’s bigger on the inside” from Rory. Not after he was made out to be a fool by his employer during Prisoner Zero incident, and not after you crashed his stag party to tell him AND EVERYONE ELSE THERE that Amy tried to kiss you AND that she’s a good kisser. He doesn’t have to give you that (I did not know/remember that I had this many strong feelings about Rory). He gets to say that it’s like another dimension

See. Even THAT. The Doctor gets to be someone high up in the church, Amy’s a viscountess, and Rory’s their eunuch…why do they treat him so horribly when this is supposed to be the Doctor’s WEDDING PRESENT???

You know…being one of the Calvierri Girls seems at least KIND OF glamorous

I would be so resentful too, Rory. Don’t worry

I like the vampire test they use here more than on spn (though I know it’s not REAL vampires)

I know this is everything that the show is about, and y’all have been on several trips before, but maaaaaaaan give Rory adjustment time. He’s dealing with a LOT right now

Godddddd…I wanna sneak around a castle at night by nothing but candlelight in a long white dress (can’t tell if it’s a dress or nightgown. It does look too structured for the latter)

Imagine if Rory and Martha could have a chat. Like…I know Martha’s come to terms and worked through all her stuff with the Doctor but Rory could use having someone like her around. Or Donna maybe, but the “you make people a danger to themselves because they want to impress you” line is hitting hard

The still not great cgi is still not great cgi-ing. But unlike most not great cgi, it’s still endearing

This poor gondolier just wanted to see his daughter again. He thought he was giving her a better life, and when she saved the TARDIS trio, she doomed herself

From a “I need to make the survival of my people my priority” standpoint, I get it, but turning human girls into “suitable wives” for your fish sons is not the move. Also sinking Venice. Doing that isn’t the move either

Did the Doctor call their fish alien form foxy? Has he seen The Shape of Water? I think he might enjoy it

THE CRUCIFIX THING WONT WORK. THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY VAMPIRES. YOU KNOW THIS. Apparently “your mom” jokes work though

I just don’t understand why they thought they had to sink Venice for the species to survive. Did they not know that this planet is like 70% water?? You could have gone anywhere…sorry about a few human girls getting turned to keep the species going

“The Man Who Would Be King”

Plot Description: Cas tells Sam, Dean, and Bobby about the war in heaven and how he and Raphael became enemies

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: besties, imma be honest. I don’t know if I’m gonna survive just WATCHING this episode. No one died in the first five minutes, just my soul

I truly don’t know if I’m going to have more or fewer thoughts (other than screaming in agony) while watching this

He has such an intense desire to do what is right and good, but he’s also spent MILLENNIA just being TOLD what is right and good, and now he has to decide for himself and it’s terrifying (so. For anyone reading who doesn’t know, this episode is told from Cas’s point of view and he has many a monologue. Basically every time I just say “he” and don’t have a different name preceding it, it’s probably safe to assume I’m talking about Castiel)

Dean wants to believe this so badly…

I just…I really don’t know how the boys think they can really help the heavenly civil war effort. You can say you want to help all you want but…every time he tells you about it, you brush it off as unimportant (I AM a cas apologist through and through)

Don’t mind me. I just…when the someone CALLS an actual angel “angel” but in any level of derogatory way? As in “the stench of that Impala is all over your overcoat, angel.” It’s a little hot. Cas and Crowley bickering. Crowley saying “I thought we agreed, no more nights out with the boys.” The illicit nature of their partnership is JUICY AF

Babyyyy it’s a miracle you were able to get ANY of Sam out. Sure, Dean was in hell, but Sam was in the Cage!!

On one hand, maybe Sam walking away from seeing Dean with Lisa and Ben should have been a warning that things were off, but…it’s literally what Sam said he wanted for Dean post-getting-in-the-Cage

If there’s one thing about Crowley (there are many things about Crowley), he at least can see the entire chess board. He knows that more powerful pieces than him have been taken out by the Winchesters

(I’m gonna have to watch this twice, once for thoughts and once just to cry)

THE BETRAYAL AND LYING FROM BOTH SIDES OF THISSSS. THEY’RE lying to Cas about hunting down Crowley and how close they’re getting, just playing it like everything’s normal. CAS is lying to them about working with Crowley, and now spying on them having a conversation about how they don’t trust him, no matter how much they want to. And DEAN. Oh Dean is resisting and getting very defensive. It IS tragic

And even though all of this betrayal, he’s still trying to protect the boys. I mean, yeah, not letting them get to Crowley also protects himself but…I did say I was an apologist, right?

I can’t even imagine what it would be like to rip up the universe’s script, to choose freedom and free will, and then to come back home and have everyone expect you to start handing out orders.

“If I knew then what I know now, I might have said ‘it’s simple. Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it,’” IS too raw of a line to come from the CW’s Supernatural. And yet…

Raphael’s voice though………it makes me get a little hair twirly. Sure he’s threatening babygirl and telling him to pledge allegiance to him and then get the apocalypse going again, but damn

But the line “for a brief moment, I was me again” always hits me like a sack of bricks. He’s just revealed that he’s actually there after not doing so when the boys originally called and saved their asses from some of Crowley’s best demons. And for that time, he was the Cas they all knew and trusted and were friends with, who was part of Team Free Will with them. And like….damn if that isn’t everyone who has had to hide a part of themselves (sure, you’re probably not hiding working with the king of hell while you’re fighting a war over control of heaven) but gets that one scrap of validation from those who’ve mattered to you even though it’s all wrong. And for a moment, that validation feels better than anything, but you’re gonna hate it later because it’s not true

Fuck. The hurt on Dean’s face once he realizes all his faith and loyalty, all the times he defended Castiel to Sam and Bobby…and Cas was lying the whole time

“You don’t think I know what this is about? The big lie. The Winchesters still buy it. The good Cas. The righteous Cas. As long as they still believe it, you get to believe it” also punches me in the gut.

Cas threatening to tear down his entire arrangement with Crowley if any harm comes to the Winchesters thoooooooough “I’m still and angel, and I will bury you”

Castiel watching Dean rake leaves and deciding against asking him to sacrifice more after he’d already done so much. 😭😭😭😭

Honestly, Crowley’s version of hell IS effective. It’s just one long line you have to wait in, and the moment you get to the front, you find yourself all the way at the back again. THAT’s torture

Crowley really knows how to stroke egos…Cas went from being disgusted by being asked to basically be the next Lucifer to agreeing to this arrangement in one 5 minute conversation. And all he had to do was hit on a few topics: Cas not wanting to reverse everything Team Free Will worked so hard for, saying god chose Castiel for this (which really isn’t helped by the fact that he was inexplicably brought back and then a whole bunch of angels looking to him to lead, too).

The next scene where they trap Cas in the ring of fire is so tense but then Dean breaks it (at least from an audience perspective) by saying “you know who spies on people, Cas? Spies.” Boy, bye.

Bestie, like you weren’t working FOR Crowley just earlier this season. Oh? You had reasons? You think Castiel doesn’t??

Babes, that’s all you do, make deals with devils. Don’t lie, Dean. Literally why is it only a problem when Castiel does it??

BUT LITERALLY WHAT WOULD THEY HAVE DONE TO HELP??? I know I know Crowley said to not underestimate the Winchesters, that that was a mistake Lucifer, Michael, Lilith, and Azazel made, but so many of those were when the boys were extra special. They’re not meant to be vessels for two extremely powerful angels now.

And even in this moment when it all unravels and no one trusts him and he can’t move more than two feet in any direction, he still tells them to run to save them

That scene’s so heartbreaking. Cas and Dean standing in front of an (incorrectly) angel-proofed window at Bobby’s having to come to terms with their irreconcilable differences, wishing the other would just listen

The number of times he’s called himself a fallen angel and yet ends this episode crying and pleading his father to just give one sign that he’s doing the right thing. Just one word would either give him the courage to do what he needs to do or back down from what he’s doing. And he gets nothing.

“Been On My Mind…”: none. Also…I went back and I skipped 5 in the countdown? So we’re gonna hold steady at 2

(Now I’m gonna watch it again for funsies)

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obsession (1)

pairing ➵ norman osborn x reader

summary ➵ norman becomes obsessed with his sons best friend after meeting her one evening

warnings ➵ smut, age!gap, obsession, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), slapping, choking, rough sex, sir!kink, dirty talk, ‘little girl’ pet name used, unprotected sex, forcefulness

words ➵ 4231

next part ➵ part two

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It was getting late. Harry promised her he would meet her outside his father's home at 7:30 pm sharp, it was now approaching 8:15 and Y/N’S patience was wearing thin.

She constantly checked her watch, making sure she wasn’t imagining how long her friend was making her wait. They were planning on going out for the night, some party that he’d been invited to, and asked both Y/N and Peter to tag along. Peter had already spoken to Y/N about his own tardiness, saying that he has some things to do before the party. Something that was happening an awful lot these days.

This was getting ridiculous, she thought. She stood on the street, staring up at the Osborn mansion wondering why she didn’t just go and knock on the door.

Harry had one rule with Y/N, don’t come inside his father's house. She never understood why, Peter was allowed over whenever he wanted.

“Why can’t I come over again?” She’d asked, never getting straightforward answers.

He’d always come up with some excuse, the only constant one was something to do with his father. “He doesn’t like strangers coming to the house” or “Trust me, you don’t want to meet him”.

She knew of Norman Osborn, not just from Harry but from the fact that he was incredibly well known for being the founder of Oscorp. She had that he was a proud man, intelligent and confident. Harry had a different description of his father, one including judgmental and callous. She was prone more to believe her friend, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

She checked her watch once more, 8:30 pm. It was getting ridiculously late now, she didn’t care about Harry’s stupid rule anymore. With slight frustration in her step, she approached the large wooden door of the Osborn mansion before ringing the doorbell.

She waited a moment before ringing again, too annoyed to care if it pissed Harry off. Another moment passed still with no answer. She went to ring the bell again when the door opened before her. Her throat went dry when instead of Harry standing there, it was Norman Osborn.

He looked angry, as if he had just gotten into an argument. His eyebrow was narrowed accentuating the lines on his forehead. He looked down at her, eyes instantly fixed on hers.

“Hi,” Y/N coughed, all bravado she held before escaping her. “I’m a friend of Harry’s, I was supposed to pick him up at 7:30” she fiddled with her watch.

“Have you been waiting here this whole time?” He questioned, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N nodded, too intimated to speak. Norman sighed, stepping to the side allowing her to come inside.

As she stepped through the doorway, Y/N was greeted with a large foyer. The staircase was made of dark wood that complemented the dark walls well. It was an older building, signs of modernity displayed every so often. It was beautiful, mentally cursed Harry for never allowing her over.

“I apologise on behalf of my son” Norman spoke from behind her, “he didn’t tell me he had plans tonight”.

Y/N turned to face the older man, a soft smile on her lips. “That’s alright,” she spoke, “I know how Harry can be”. She tried her best to hide the fact that she was annoyed, which was becoming harder to do as each second passed.

Norman chuckled at her comment, his eyes scanning her body. She was wearing a tight dress that accentuated her curves, it was short enough to expose everything from the top of her thigh down. Y/N suddenly felt uncomfortable knowing this wasn’t the most appropriate outfit to be wearing when first meeting The Norman Osborn.

“We’re going to a party” She spoke, allowing an explanation for the way she was dressed. She played with the hem of the dress, trying her best to pull it down.

Norman's eyes met hers again, a smile across his face. “Well you look lovely,” he said, Y/N unable to tell if he was being sincere or not. Nonetheless, his comment sent heat to her cheeks.

“Harry!” He called out with a loud voice, “you have a visitor”. He hadn’t turned away from her the whole time he was speaking, as if he was entranced by her. “What’s your name, darling?” He asked, the pet name making her shiver.

“Y/N” she answered quickly, “I’ve been a friend of Harry’s for a few years”.

Norman cocked his eyebrows. “I wonder why Harry hasn’t mentioned you before” the question seemed to be more of a thought spoken out loud, like he was asking himself and not Y/N.

Just then, Harry came rushing down the stairs causing both his father and Y/N to turn their attention towards him. He seemed flustered, face puffy as if he had been crying.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” he spoke softly, pulling her into a hug. “Got distracted”

Y/N smiled as they pulled away from each other, “well you're ready now, we should probably get going before Peter thinks we’re dead” she joked causing Harry to laugh.

Harry turned to his father with a nod, grabbing Y/N’s hand and leading her out the front door. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N” Norman called out, his eyes still fixated on her.

She smiled back. “You too, sir” she responded before disappearing behind the large wooden doors with Harry.

Once outside and out of sight of his father, Y/N turned and smacked Harry on the arm. “Ouch!” He said, rubbing the spot his friend had just hit.

“Fuck you for making me wait an hour outside, your lucky I didn’t get kidnapped” Y/N snapped, all the annoyance from before bubbling out.

Harry laughed, “no one was gonna kidnap you, Y/N”

“So, you gonna tell me why you were running so late?” She asked, arms crossed across her chest.

Harry sighed, diverting his eyes to the ground. “See you’ve met my father” he changed the subject, his tone shifting to one softer than before. Y/N nodded, understanding that maybe he was the reason Harry was late. “I guess that means I can invite you over now, got no reason to hide you now” he looked up, a smile on his face. Y/N looked offended at his comment causing Harry to laugh. He threw his arm around her shoulder, “let’s go get drunk”.

While Harry and Y/N made their way to the party, Norman Osborn sat on the couch in front of the fireplace in his living room. He rested a glass of bourbon in his hand, sipping it every so often. Deep in thought, he couldn’t keep his mind of the girl he had just met.

She was stunning, beautiful. Her voice sounded so soft, shy as if he made her nervous. He wondered why Harry had never invited her over before. Selfish of his son keep her away from him, he thought. He took enough sip of his drink, his free hand reaching under the waistline of his pants. Her name echoed throughout his head, Y/N.

A few weeks passed since Y/N met Harry’s father, something that wasn't a significant event to her now that days had passed. Norman, however, had not stopped thinking about her. It was as if she consumed every waking moment of his life, the voice inside his head echoing thoughts of wanting her.

At first, he tried to ignore the fact he thought so inappropriately about his son's friend, but after she had come home with Harry and Peter one afternoon he let himself be consumed by her.

She had been sitting in the kitchen with Harry and Peter, laughing at some joke Harry had just made. “Good afternoon” Norman spoke as he walked into the room, his eyes only fixated on Y/N who gave him a soft smile.

“Boys, could you help me with something in my office” he spoke, recovering a grunt from his son.

“Really, dad?” Harry huffed, “we just got home”

“It’s alright, Mr. Osborn” Peter chimed in, placing his arm around Harry’s shoulder as a way to comfort him, “we'll help”. The boys walked out of the room, Y/N standing up to follow them.

Norman placed his hand on her shoulder, the touch sending a shiver up Y/N’s spine. “You stay here, darling” he spoke softly, never lifting his hand from where it rested. “You just sit here and look pretty, the boys will be back soon” His compliments made her nervous, just like they did the first night they met.

Y/N smiled again, not knowing how to respond. Norman nodded, slowly running his hand down her arm before leaving the room. His touch made her feel weak, and she didn’t understand why. However, instead of thinking about it too long, she pretended it didn’t happen and waited for the boys to come back.

After that day, Norman became absolutely obsessed with the girl. His thoughts only of her and what he would do to her if he had the chance. Harry brought her over whenever Peter was there, the two never hanging out alone. Norman wondered if there was a reason why? He found out, through peter, that Harry and Y/N only hung out alone when they were at her apartment. Jealousy swirled throughout him thinking what they could possibly be doing.

The thought of his son touching her made him sick. He knew Harry wouldn’t be able to make her scream like he could. She needed a man with experience, not a boy who doesn't know his lefts from his rights.

“Y/N’s coming over tonight” Harry spoke softly, snapping Norman out of his daze. “Peter has a date with Mary-Jane so it’ll just be her and I tonight” Harry didn’t look up once while talking, fixated on the table in front of him.

Norman smiled, knowing this would be the perfect opportunity to get Y/N alone. “What time?” He asked, his tone neutral.

Harry shrugged, “I think around 8”.

The rest of the day went by quickly, 7:30 displayed on the clock. Harry waited patiently downstairs, perched on the couch. Norman approached his son, determination in his step. “Harry, I need you to down to the store on 4th for me” he spoke confidently and with command.

Harry looked up at his father, eyes frowning. “What? Right now?” He questioned, “Y/N will be here soon”.

“Harry, now” Norman raised his voice, “I’ll greet your friend when she gets here”.

Harry went to protest but he knew where that would lead him. Norman gave him a list of things they didn’t need, knowing this was the only way to get Harry out of the house. Harry mumbled something under his breath before storming out of the house, slamming the front door behind him.

Norman waited upstairs in his office, door ajar so to hear the front door open. Harry had told Y/N to walk in whenever she wanted, no need to knock as he would be waiting downstairs for her, a conversation Norman had overheard a few days previously.

A few moments passed and Norman could hear a soft voice coming from downstairs. “Hello?” Y/N called out, “Harry? Are you home?”.

“Harry’s down the store,” Norman called out, “he’ll be back in an hour or so”. Y/N huffed at the news. She knew Harry was like this, yet she still got annoyed every time it happened.

Norman came out of his office and to the balcony that peered over downstairs, he looked down at Y/N. She was wearing a loose-fitting summer dress, hair framing her face perfectly. “Why don’t you come upstairs and wait until he gets back?” He asked with a smile, “might get a little lonely down there”

Y/N smiled, and although nervous at the thought of spending alone time with Norman by herself, she obliged and made her way upstairs.

Once she made her way to the top of the stairs, Norman guided her into his office. It was exactly how she pictured it. A large wooden desk stood towards the back of the room, two bookshelves stood on either side. A black leather couch to one side and a fish tank on the other, papers neatly stacked everywhere.

Norman walked over to a small bar cart that stood next to the couch, pouring two glasses of bourbon. “Do you drink?” He asked, facing away from Y/N who was standing by the door that Norman had closed behind him.

“Sometimes” she responded, not sure where to look. Her eyes scanned the room, anywhere but the older man before her.

“I understand why Harry kept you away from me” he chuckled, sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. He shook a step closer, offering her the drink he had just poured. She took the glass with a soft thank you.

She brought the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the brown liquid. It burnt her throat as she swallowed, coughing at the sensation. Norman laughed before taking the glass off her, “maybe bourbon isn’t your drink”.

“Sorry” she whispered, wiping her lips.

Norman smiled, placing both his glass and hers back on the bar cart. “No need to apologise, it’s a strong drink if you’re not used to it” he spoke before taking another sip from his glass.

“Are you sleeping with my son, Y/N?” Norman asked, his eyes looking down at the liquid in his glass.

“I-I’m sorry?” Y/N stuttered, surprised by the question just asked.

Norman placed his glass back down before looking up, eyes locked on Y/N’s. “Let me rephrase,” his voice was low and serious, “has my son ever fucked you?”.

“N-no” Y/N answered honestly, “Harry and I are just friends”.

Norman smiled, “good” he whispered. “I would hate to think you weren’t getting fucked good”. Y/N didn’t know how to react, she tried to think of something to say but her mind was blank.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” He asked, stepping closer to her. Y/N shook her head, worrying if she spoke it would give away that she was lying. Norman chuckled, it was obvious to him how he was making her feel. Powerless.

He was now standing inches away from her, enough for Y/N to be able to smell the bourbon on his breath. He looked down at her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her breathing was uneven, loud enough for him to hear. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered, reaching his hand up to caress her cheek. She melted under his touch, letting out a soft sigh.

His hand quickly moved down to grab her waist, pulling her body into his. She jumped at the roughness of his action, staring up at him with doe eyes. His grip tightened around her, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m gonna have my way with you tonight, if you’ll let me” the question came off as more a demand, but for some reason, Y/N didn’t mind. She wanted this, although she hadn’t admitted it until now.

She nodded her head in response. Norman's grip tightened again, his lips now inches from hers. “Use your words, daring” he spoke, soft yet dominant.

“Yes, sir” she managed to say, her voice cracking as she spoke.

The way she addressed him made Norman unable to restrain himself any longer. He pressed his lips into hers with force, his tongue already finding its way to hers. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing easier access to their kiss. It became messy quickly, Norman’s hands grabbing at every part of her body that he had access to.

He pushed her back, their lips not breaking until they reached the back wall of the office. Her head hit the wood as he began kissing her neck, a soft sigh left her mouth as he did so. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the older man before her. Norman smiled at the sight, taking one breast into the palm of his hand while he began sucking on the other.

“Norman..” Y/N moaned, the sensation of his tongue on her nipple sending a wave to her core. Suddenly, she felt Norman leaving a soft yet harsh slap across the side of her face. She was embarrassed to admit she liked the pain.

“You’ll address as me Sir tonight, understand?” He commanded, his eyes dark with lust.

“Yes, sir” she responded. Norman smiled down at her, kissing her again.

“Good girl” he praised, caressing the cheek he had slapped just a moment before. “Now, get on your knees” he unbuckled his pants as he spoke, allowing them to drop the floor before pulling out his cock from his boxers.

Y/N complied, almost instantly falling onto her knees before him. She looked up, her eyes level the tip of Norman's cock. The size scared her, knowing she had never been with someone who was so well endowed.

Norman pumped his shaft, grabbing the back of Y/N head to bring her closer to his member. He pulled on her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Another smile appeared across his face, admiring the sight before him. “So beautiful” he whispered, almost too quiet for her to hear.

In one quick motion, Norman loosened his grip around her hair allowing Y/N’s head to fall back down. With his hand still on the back of her head, he pushed her mouth onto his cock. Y/N gagged as it hit the back of her throat, still unable to fit the entire thing in. Norman let out a low growl at the feeling of her wet mouth, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

He bobbed her head as he grabbed another fistful of her hair in his hand. What Y/N couldn’t fit in her mouth was now placed in her hand, pumping as she swirled her tongue around his shaft. “Good girl” Norman moaned, “such a fucking good little girl”.

Y/N looked up at him with teary eyes that had become wet from the constant hammering of her throat. Her dress had pooled around her waist, exposing her entire upper half. “Touch yourself for me” he spoke, removing her hand off his shaft.

She did as she was told, placing her under her dress and in between her legs. She could feel the wetness that had pooled beneath her as she pulled her underwear to the side. She began rubbing a circle on her clit, allowing the sensation to build slowly.

Norman continued forcing her head down onto his cock, watching as she pleasured herself under him. It was a beautiful sight to him. Tears stained her face as she moaned against his member. Her eyes never left his.

Suddenly, Norman had stepped away. Y/N gasped for air, still sitting half-naked on the floor with her hands under her dress. “Stand up,” he said, taking off the dress shirt that he had still been wearing, exposing his well-toned body.

Y/N, again did what she was told, standing up from the ground which allowed her dress to fully fall off her body. Without prompting, she decided to take off her panties. Norman watched as she did so, mouth agape and drooling like a hungry lion.

He didn’t speak before kissing her, mouth open and hands grabbing her skin. He placed one harsh smack on her left ass cheek. Y/N yelped into their kiss.

“Over on the desk” Norman commanded, pulling away from the girl. He watched as she did so, watching as she sat upon the wooden table. He approached slowly, each footstep sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. Again, his eyes never left hers.

He leaned down and placed another rough kiss upon her lips as he stood in between her legs. Her body was speaking for her, legs opening wider as their kiss deepened. She was screaming out to be touched.

Norman could tell this, she wasn’t being very subtle when she pulled his body closer to hers allowing his cock to prod her core. He reached down, two fingers slipping into her with ease. She sighed at the small stretch. He didn’t take time with teasing her, he wanted to make her scream with just the touch of his hand.

His fingers curled inside her as he pumped with a rough force. A loud moan escaped Y/N’s lips, allowing their kiss to break. “So fucking wet for me” Norman cooed against her ear, “I could make you cum right now, just with my fingers”.

Her breathing was becoming uneven as she felt herself building up to coming undone. She buried her fingers into Norman's back, bucking her hips against his hand to feel more friction. However, just before she came undone, he had removed his fingers leaving her feeling empty. “But,” he started, “I need to feel you cum around my cock”.

Without any warning, he plunged his member deep inside Y/N’s cunt. A loud moan echoed throughout the room as Y/N felt herself stretch more than she ever had. He didn’t bother with going gentle, he didn’t care to. He needed fuck her, he needed to have his way with her.

His pace was fast and harsh, his hands gripping her waist as he moved her body in time with his rough movements. Y/N’s moans echoed around the room, loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. It was now she glad Harry wasn’t home.

“You like that don’t you?” Norman growled, his hand now gripping tightly around Y/N’s neck. “You like getting fucked like a whore by an older man”.

She didn’t answer, too caught up in the feeling building to bother. Another slap was placed across her cheek, harder than the one before, snapping her out of her daze. “Answer me” Norman almost bellowed, his grip around her neck tightening.

“Yes, sir” she managed to cough, “I love when you fuck me”. She moaned in between her words, “please don’t stop”.

He couldn’t get enough of her, hands grabbing at anything he could. His pace hadn’t changed, constant thrusts of harsh pounding. The motions were driving Y/N crazy, the same pressure from before building up again. She was so close, and something about the way he stared at her like a piece of meat made her almost come undone right there.

But Norman was finished, he wanted more. He needed more. In one quick motion, he had flipped her over onto her stomach, ass facing him. He had pressed himself back into her just as quickly as he had before, hands falling onto her hips as he did so.

Her ass bounced against him, her screams getting louder as the position allowed for his cock to go deeper. He spanked her, multiple times before grabbing at her hair forcing her back to arch. The new angle gave Norman easy access to lean around and rub tight circles upon her sensitive clit.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer and Norman could tell. She was tightening around him, he wanted to feel it. “Cum for me, darling” he growled, “I need to feel you”.

His words drove her over the edge, allowing her body to fully succumb to pleasure. Her cunt pulsated around his cock, feeling herself come undone beneath him.

Norman kept fucking her at the same pace, overstimulating her body. She was now shaking beneath him as he let her body fall forward onto the desk. He was close now. He picked up his pace, sloppily grabbing at her ass as he came inside her with a moan of her name.

He backed away, removing his cock from her dripping cunt. She sighed at the sudden emptiness, almost as if she never wanted him to stop being buried inside her.

Norman admired the sight he had caused, his cum dripping from his son's best friend's pussy. He was proud of himself.

Y/N had turned herself around, leaning to face the man who had just fucked her. Her legs were unstable, needing to rest against the desk for support. “Harry can’t know about this” she spoke softly, causing a deep chuckle to leave Norman's lips.

“Is he really the first thing you thought of after I just fucked the life out of you?” He questioned, picking up Y/N’s dress off the floor and handing it to her. She shrugged as a response, not knowing what to say.

Norman walked towards her again, now clothed as was she. He caressed her cheek as he did before, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. He was being so gentle as if he wasn’t capable of mercifully fucking someone against the same desk Y/N was still leaning against. “Harry will never know” he whispered with a smile, pushing a stray hair behind her ear.

Y/N cleaned herself up before exciting Norman's office, kissing him before doing so. She walked down the long hallway then made her way downstairs. Her heart stopped when Harry rested on the couch in front of the fireplace.

“Oh, Y/N” he spoke once he saw her, resting his elbow against the armrest.

“Hi, Harry” she coughed, “how long have you been home for?”

He smiled at her, “not long”.

A wave of relief settled over her. She allowed herself to rest comfortably next to her friend, sighing as she did so.

“Y/N?” Harry looked directly at her, eyes fixed on hers with a serious look. “Did you just fuck my dad?”

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authors note ➵ just like the entire internet, i’ve become a simp for this man. plus, knowing the fact that willem dafoe is packing heat doesn’t help

the things i would this man to do me

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Something interesting

Warnings: insecurity/ a bunch of comforting stuff, but of course that’s not bad

Y/n was at a party that her friend Amy Pond was throwing

“Hey Y/n! Could you find Rory?” Amy asked her friend who stood next to her

“Yeah” Y/n goes outside to find him since she assumed he’d be outside

“Rory! Amy’s looking for ya!” She calls out for him, but got silence in return

“Rory come on out this isn’t funny!” She shout’s again

Y/n huffs and then just go back inside

When she got back inside there was Amy’s mom and dad staring at her

“Who the hell are you?” Amy’s mom asked her

“I’m Y/n…” “No your not! Get out of my house before we call the cops!” Y/n quickly rushes out of the house and looks around the neighborhood

She had noticed that her car was missing too

A sigh escapes her and she sat down on the curb

“Are you alright?” Someone asked her out of the blue

“No. Apparently I time traveled and I don’t even know how I did” she explains and looks up to be greeted by a handsome man with brown eyes and brown fluffy hair

“I can help you get back to your current year! I’m the Doctor! What’s your name?!” The Doctor asked

“I’m Y/n… sorry… but your name sounds so familiar… your the spaceman that Amy won’t shut up about!” Y/n says and The Doctor was now confused

“Sorry but I’ve never met a girl named Amy…” her face went blank afterwards

“Sorry! Forget what I just said!” He still has a confused look on his face

“It’s your future… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean for any spoilers” She says and looks down

“Oh it’s alright! You clearly mean no harm. Do you need any help up by the way?” He asked her and she shook her head

He helps her up and once she was standing up this version of this Doctor also seemed so familiar

“Have we’ve met before?” She asked him

“No I don’t think so. I would’ve remembered you” she felt connected to something nearby

She begins to walk towards what ever is calling her

“Hey! Wait up!” The Doctor shouts for her as she walks to where the Tardis is

She now stood in front of the Tardis and was in amazement

“Hey girl!” She says to the Tardis and touched the door

The Doctor had caught up with her

“That’s the-“ “Tardis. I know. She’s bigger on the inside” The Doctor was confused since no human knew that unless if they’ve traveled with him before

“Can I go inside? God it’s been- oh my god for a moment I didn’t remember all of this stuff, but now I do. Maybe she could jog your memory too Doctor” Y/n opens the Tardis’ door even though it was locked

The Doctor follows along and enters the Tardis

“I’m sorry, but couldn’t you tell me what the hell is going on? Cause I doubt the Tardis would know. No offense” The Doctor looks at the Tardis as he speaks and then back to her

“You wouldn’t believe me Doctor” she had tears leaving her eyes now

“Well considering you jumped to two different times without any  machine I think I could believe you. Plus I’m a-“ “a time lord. Yes I know Doctor.”

He approaches her and notices a Gallifrey ring on her finger

When he stood in front of her he asked her where she got it from

“You gave it to me… but of course you don’t remember” she says as he continues to examine it

“Could I see it for a moment?” He asked her and she nods her head

She removes the ring from her finger and then gave it to him

He zoned out like he had been possessed by the ring

“Doctor?” She starts and he doesn’t respond

“Doctor?” She says again after a while of him not responding

She takes the ring from him and he snaps out of his zoning out

“I remember now… the Tardis wiped both of our memories since we landed in a year that’s in my future… I’m not supposed to bring you back to your time cause then this would be a never ending cycle… oh I’m so sorry Y/n…” The Doctor explains and felt bad

Tears continued to leave her eyes

“It’s because on one of the shooting stars that you didn’t bother to telling me about the part where the wish comes true, I wished on. I wanted to be with you forever… god I’m such a foolish human” she sits down and really starts crying

The Doctor sits down next to her and rubs her back

“My life wasn’t so interesting until I met you Doctor” she says as she continues to sob

“First off, you’re not a foolish human. Secondly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you every day, but what if I loose you like how I do with most of my companions or do something wrong to you that it makes you want to leave?” The Doctor asked and she smiles a little

The Doctor was confused and asked her why she could possibly be smiling

“I also wished on that same star that if I were to be in any sort of danger I couldn’t get hurt” The Doctor smiles because of that

“Oh you definitely have no right to call yourself a foolish human then” he said which caused her to blush

“I suppose you’ve got me on that one then” she says which makes him frown

“There’s something bothering… what is it, if you don’t mind me asking” the Doctor says which makes her bite her lip because of nerves

“Well… erm… because I came sort of after the whole Rose thing, it just seemed like she was better than and I was and I couldn’t help but get myself jealous of what she’s capable of” she explained which makes the Doctor go closer towards her

Once he was close enough, he firstly gave her her ring back (which she placed back onto her ring finger), and then gave her a hug

“All of my companions are absolutely brilliant and have their own different qualities. You should never feel like you’re in that person’s shadow. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel that way too” The Doctor explains as he continues to hug her

“It’s okay” she replied and began to listen to his two heart beats

The Doctor smiles and then kisses her head

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬? (𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙲𝙴𝙾/𝙳𝚊𝚍! 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢/𝙼𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝙰𝚄, 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟼𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢/𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚍𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @brie02 @galaxteez @deja-vux @multidreams-and-desires @rvse-miingi @couchpotatoaniki

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"I expect all of your reports in and in perfect order by tomorrow's meeting at 11 a.m. And I want all of you in there on time. I will not accept even 1 minute of tardiness. Are we clear?"

A chorus of 'Yes sir' chanted throughout the room, the occupants in their respective chairs starting to disperse themselves out of the room. The hushed groans and complaining did not go unnoticed by Jongho's ears, but he paid no mind to them, having grown accustomed to them. He was a tough boss, and he preferred to keep it that way. He enjoyed having people fear him and be too scared to even ask him something, and all of his subordinates seemed to fall in that category.

"Sir?"

All of them except the almost cherry red head girl who was batting her eyelashes at him, a strand of her hair being twirled around one of her fingers. Without breaking his poker face, Jongho held out the folder he had and fanned it in front of her face.

"Hyunjoo, make copies of these to put into the filing cabinets and make sure to save them into the computer as well."

In a rather abrupt way, he practically threw the folder in her hands, but the girl didn't seem fazed, she still continued to smile even as he turned his back to her and walked out of the room.

"Right away sir! Anything else I can-"

Her enthusiastic question was shut out by the loud slamming of the door, leaving her speechless once more.

Jongho let out a deep huff as he loosened the tie that was practically suffocating him as it did after a strenuous day of having to deal with the ineptitude of his employees. He said absolutely nothing as he walked to his car, and stayed just as silent during the entire ride home, the soft ballads playing on the radio being his only companion at the moment. He didn't even feel like breaking out his heavenly vocals as per usual, all he wanted at that moment was to get to his haven as soon as possible and see the two faces he loved seeing after spending grueling hours in front of a computer and a stack of papers.

As soon as he stepped foot inside the cozy house, his nose was hit with the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. Making sure to neatly place his shoes by the rack next to the door and hang his coat on one of the hooks on the wall, he practically dragged his feet down the hallway before turning the corner. His gloomy expression quickly faltered and broke out into a smile as he was greeted by loud squealing coming from the tiny individual sitting in the high chair.

"Hey buddy. You missed me?" Jongho couldn't keep the smile off his face as he picked up the 5 month old baby, his cheeks still stained with an orange hue. The baby made some incoherent guttural sounds, no doubt trying to convey his feelings as he outstretched his tiny hands and began touching Jongho's face.

"I know I missed you." He placed a tiny kiss on his head before picking up a wet tissue to start wiping off some of the puree residues.

Right at that moment, his wife came in and wrapped her arms around his waist. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, she tilted her head so she could look at his face more clearly.

"How was your day?"

He shook his head, not wanting to recall his day.

"Same as they've been since you went on maternity leave. Unbearable."

Rolling her eyes at that, she carefully took the baby out of his hands since it was time for him to take a bath.

"Here. You go on and eat while I clean junior here."

Although the baby grunted softly at being taken away from his father's arms, he eventually relaxed in his mother's embrace, his face nuzzling into her chest and soon afterwards he began nibbling softly at her shirt.

"Oh for goodness sakes! You just ate not even 10 minutes ago. You can't possibly be hungry again." Y/N half heartedly complained, bouncing the baby slightly in her arms.

"Well I mean.... I don't blame him for wanting to drink some of your milk."

Catching her gaze, Jongho sent a wink her way that had her blushing intensely.

"You're unbelievable!" She exclaimed as she stomped out of the room to go bathe her baby.

"You're the one who offered me your tits in the first place." He snorted, trying to contain his laughter as he sipped the glass of water he had in his hand.

"Keep it up and I'll extend my maternity leave longer." She called out from the bathroom, the sound of water running being heard.

"No way! I've gone far too long without my personal assistant helping me keep order in that building and helping me stay sane. You promised me you'd come back tomorrow and I'm making you keep that promise." He warned her.

"Are you saying that as my husband? Or as my boss?" She questioned him.

"As both if I have to." He sternly said.

"Neither one of you scare me.....but since I love you both, I guess I'll keep my promise and come back tomorrow as we planned."

Jongho let out a relieved sigh at her answer as his fingers rubbed at his temple, fork aggressively digging into the vegetables on his plate. He honestly had missed working with Y/N by his side. He was feeling rather antsy and impatient about having her come back into the company. And he knew the other employees were also eagerly anticipating her return, since they preferred going to her to get messages across to him when they were too scared to face Jongho themselves. Not to mention Y/N livened up the atmosphere with her fresh and energetic nature, one of the main reasons he fell in love with her.

As he ate, Jongho began to reminisce about how their story started. Y/N had been recommended by a friend to be his personal assistant and she was very proud to work for such an important CEO, seeing it as an opportunity of a lifetime. Jongho, however, of course was extremely tough on her from the start, just as he was with all his other assistants. None of them lasted more than 2 weeks because they just couldn't handle either all the unbearable tasks he gave them or got frightened off by his stern and aggresive form of addressing them. Not Y/N. Even after having her run up and down floors on wild goose chases at times, she still kept her bright smile and positive energy, never once flinching either when he scolded her for doing something that he deemed wrong, which it never actually was, he just enjoyed nitpicking at her. She broke the record and lasted not just 2 weeks, but over 2 years, earning her the admiration and respect of not only her coworkers but of Jongho himself. He became fascinated by her and that fascination turned into love for her.

He pursued her for quite some time, Y/N making him really work for it as payback for all the harsh times he put her through during her first months working for him. Eventually his persistence paid off as she agreed to not only date him, but actually accepted to marry him when he asked her to. Of course, it was a secret no one else knew about, both of them agreeing that they'd rather keep their personal lives outside of work, not wanting others to talk or gossip about them. So at the company they were simply the CEO and his personal assistant, but once they got home, they were back to being hopelessly in love and enjoying their married life which now included their son.

Jongho felt that he was extremely lucky. Lucky to have such an amazing and beautiful wife who had recently blessed him with a healthy baby boy, gifting him the family he always wanted. He couldn't contain his happy smile as he watched her rock the baby to sleep and eventually put him inside his crib. Tiptoeing out of the nursery and joining him in their bedroom, Y/N raised an eyebrow when she saw his expression.

"You doing good?" She asked him.

Nodding softly, Jongho let out a hum before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Oh trust me, I'm doing just splendid." He let out a chuckle as he pecked her lips.

When she began pulling away from his embrace, he pulled her back in, this time pressing his lips against hers more firmly as his hands went to the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She couldn't help the squeal that came out of her mouth when he pushed her down onto their bed, already feeling breathless as his tongue continued to dominate her mouth. Jongho's hands began to slowly pull her tank top down, exposing her soft and squishy breasts that had grown quite considerably since she started her last months of pregnancy and continued up until then.

"You know it's been so long since I've had you all to myself...." He mused as he nipped across her collarbone.

Taking one breast in each of his hands, he gave them gentle squeeze that had Y/N moaning softly. Giving one of her nipples a few kitten licks, Jongho latched his mouth over it, covering her perky nipple and letting out suckling sounds until he felt her sweet liquid come out of her body.

"And I plan on taking my time with you." He finished his previous sentence as he went back to feeding from her milk.

Y/N's fingers tangled themselves on his hair, back arching to allow him to take more of her succulent breasts into his mouth, which he took advantage of graciously. Just as soon as they were both getting lost in their lust, they were interrupted by the small whimpered cries coming from the room next to theirs. Detaching his mouth from his wife's chest, Jongho groaned in annoyance and rolled over on the other side of the bed.

"Seriously? Can't even enjoy some alone time with my wife because junior over there wants to be a cockblocker."

Slapping his arm, Y/N arranged her shirt and got up to go attend to her baby, leaving Jongho laying there in a fuzzy and whiny mood.

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Stepping into the floor, Y/N was immediately bombarded by greetings and questions from all of her coworkers. The men were fawning over her and thanking her for coming back on such an eventful day while the women were prying about her baby and other motherly topics. Since it was still early, Y/N thought it wouldn't hurt to show off a few pictures of her little bundle of joy. Taking care there weren't any photos of Jongho, she happily showed off her gallery that was full of images of her baby and herself. All of the people around her began cooing and awing at how adorable he was.

"He's so cute!"

"Simply adorable!"

"Does he look like his dad?"

Before Y/N could even answer that question, the father himself cleared his throat behind the little group. Collective gasps and startled wheezes were heard as the people began to disperse themselves back to their respective cubicles or desks. Donning his usual frown, Jongho side eyed some of the individuals before landing his eyes on Y/N, who per usual remained calmed and collected.

"Miss L/N, although no doubt your coworker are ecstatic to have you back I must remind you that we have an important meeting ahead of us and I don't want any distractions to hinder our plans. I'll let this go just this time but I want no more dilly dallying. Are we clear?"

Breaking out into a soft smile, Y/N put her phone back in her purse.

"Crystal Mr. Choi."

The corner of Jongho's lip twitched at hearing her usual response she'd say to his chastising. Y/N knew it affected him too, but she bit her tongue from bursting out laughing right then and there. Checking his watch, he sighed deeply.

"After you finish setting your space up, please gather up the documents needed for today's meeting and see me promptly at my office so we can look over them."

Just as Y/N was about to open her mouth, she was interrupted by a redhead whom she had never seen before during the time she worked there. The girl pushed herself in between them both rather tactlessly.

"Sir, if you'd like, I could go fetch them for you, I know where they are so it'd be faster given that I sorted them yesterday."

Y/N arched an eyebrow up at the new face, scanning her up and down, taking notice of how tight and short her skirt was, not to mention how snug fitted her blouse was, more than just the tops buttons undone to purposely draw attention to her cleavage. The way she was practically beaming at Jongho did not go unnoticed by her, and it was slightly irritating her.

"No thank you Hyunjoo. I want Y/N to do it. Besides I need to catch her up on what's been going on these past months she was gone."

Before Jongho could take one step, Hyunjoo moved to stand right in front of him, a rather bold move that had everyone bracing themselves for what would happen next.

"Anything else you want to say Hyunjoo?" Although he asked, it was quite obvious Jongho was not amused in the slightest bit. Hyunjoo bit her lip nervously, but decided to speak.

"Sir I just thought since it was an important meeting that perhaps you'd prefer to be assisted by someone who has more knowledge and experience in the matter so that there would be no... hindrances."

Y/N did not like the way she drawled out that last word. She did not hesitate to let out a scoff at the brazen behavior of whoever that newbie was. And she guessed Jongho was not happy by her input either given that he was now crossing his arms over his chest.

"There will be no hindrances. Y/N knows what she's doing and I know she'll do an excellent job. After all, she is and will always be my personal assistant."

Y/N couldn't hide the proud smirk that shone triumphantly on her face, especially after seeing the reddened face of the girl next to her, who gave her a small glare before excusing herself to go to her desk. Jongho brushed past her to go into his office, giving her elbow a light squeeze that went unnoticed by everyone else but that made her feel better about coming back to work. She was practically skipping all the way to the elevator and still skipping about when she came to the room where they kept all the documents. She skimmed through the cabinets, checking the dates to make sure she was looking in the right section when she was startled by a voice piping up behind her.

"Y/N!"

She let out a scream and stumbled back into one of the cabinets, hitting her lower back rather harshly before landing her bum on the floor.

"Oops! Sorry. Not how I wanted my welcome back greeting to go."

She allowed the blonde male to help her get up, scanning her to make sure no real damage was done.

"Yeosang what the hell? Why are you always popping up on people out of nowhere?" She grimaced as she rubbed her butt.

"Gotta have some type of fun while I'm locked up in here organizing, filing and documenting papers here you know." He adjusted the frames on his nose bridge.

"Maybe you could lend me a hand and show me where I can find what I need for today's meeting?"

Clapping his hands, Yeosang reached into his jacket and promptly took out a neat folder out that had several papers inside.

"I figured Mr. Grinch upstairs would have you come get them so I took the liberty of stashing them away just for you."

Y/N smiled as he handed them over to her.

"That and I didn't want that bitch Hyunjoo putting her nasty hands on them as well." Yeosang huffed loudly.

"Who is she anyways? She wasn't here when I was."

Yeosang went cross eyed momentarily, looking like he was losing brain cells as he tried to figure out where to start.

"She started out a week after you went on maternity leave. She's just a secretary, but has offered to do some tasks that were strictly reserved for you as Jongho's assistant, which he rarely lets her do. You know how he is."

Of course she did. More than anyone she knew what her husband was like.

"Well long story short like her dirty rags that she calls skirts, it's quite obvious she's trying to get in the boss' pants and we're all surprised he hasn't fired her yet. It's more than clear he's not interested either, I mean come on. It's Choi Jongho, he only looks at a woman or man to criticize them. I don't think he's capable of feeling romantically inclined towards anyone."

Y/N held her head down, pretending to skim through some of the papers to hide the giggle that was threatening to come out her mouth. She honestly found it hard not to laugh when others talked about Jongho like that. It was funny to her.

"So I take it I should be careful of her trying to take my place?" Y/N snickered amusedly, and Yeosang let out a dry laugh as well.

"Please Y/N. We all know no one will ever take your place. You're indispensable here, especially to the big guy up there."

He pointed a finger towards the ceiling.

"Speaking of which, don't keep him waiting. You know how he hates people wasting his time." He made quotation signals with his fingers while rolling his eyes.

Giving her a hug and proper welcome greeting, Yeosang watched her leave, reminding her to show him pictures of her baby when she got the chance which she happily agreed to share with him.

Coming back up to the main floor, she made sure to smile warmly at all her coworkers, a gesture that would hopefully calm their nerves a little for the upcoming meeting, which seemed to be working. They knew if she was there at least Jongho would be a little less terrifying than what he usually was. As she walked by the cubicles, she paused in her steps when she saw that a certain desk was empty, its occupant missing. Looking at the nametag, her tongue poked against her cheek.

"Mingi?" She turned to the nearest person to her, the tall male looking up from his screen to pay her his full attention.

"Where's Hyunjoo?"

Mingi didn't answer and instead pointed over towards the direction of Jongho's office.

"No doubt trying to suck his dick. That hoe."

Both her and Mingi looked over at the coworker next to him.

"Wooyoung!" Mingi chastised him.

"What? Fire me for speaking the truth." He grumbled as he continued his task of stapling a stack of papers together.

Mingi shot her an apologetic look but Y/N quickly brushed it off. Something told her that she was needed someplace else anyways. Her instincts were never wrong. Peeking into the office, she witnessed in disgust as Hyunjoo ran a finger down Jongho's torso. He looked visibly uncomfortable, swallowing hard as he tried to back away from her slowly.

"Typical of him." She thought to herself. "Acting all high and mighty like he's not afraid of anyone or anything yet when a woman throws herself at him, he cowers like a little baby."

When she saw Hyunjoo press her body against Jongho's, she knew it was time to step in. Slamming the door open, her face had a glaring scowl that was quite the contrast to her usually friendly demeanor. Only few people had ever seen it and it truly shook them to the core, even more than Jongho himself since they grew used to his anger. But Y/N? They desperately avoided incurring her wrath, even if it was such a rare sight to see. And it was producing an instant effect as Hyunjoo immediately backed away from Jongho, the latter already bracing himself for a lecture from her.

"Hyunjoo......I believe your station is right out there." She pointed behind her.

Hyunjoo nodded even though it was a statement not a question.

"So why are you not there?" Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

The poor girl apologized and quickly sped out of the office, like a puppy with its tail tucked in between their legs. Once she was out, Y/N shut the door behind her and then looked over at Jongho, piercing daggers into him with her stare as she took slow and careful steps towards him.

"Well.....guess I should probably thank you for getting me out of that-"

Jongho let out a tiny squeak when Y/N grabbed him by his collar and pulled his face close to hers.

"I'm gone for half a year and there's already a skank trying to take my place?" She was fuming, eyes burning a hole into his face and Jongho wasn't going to lie, he was always attracted more to her when she got angry.

"Baby, darling..." He cooed at her, hands going to her hips to rub circles around them in an effort to appease her.

"Don't you 'darling' me Choi Jongho. Tell me, did you enjoy having your little pet rub herself on you?" She demanded as she took his hands off her and slammed her own on the desk behind him, effectively trapping him and keeping him from moving.

"I- No! Of course not!" He exclaimed in indignation.

Y/N scoffed dryly as she reached a hand up and placed it on his chest, mimicking the earlier actions of her rival, except whereas Jongho recoiled from Hyunjoo's touch before, it was now different as he began melting into Y/N's touch.

"I don't really believe you, I think you would have fucked her if given the chance." She didn't really believe that sentence herself but she wanted to spark a reaction out of Jongho.

"Now why would I do that when I have the most perfect woman right in front of me? When she's everything and all I want?" He let out a hum as he ghosted his lips over hers, wanting to desperately kiss her at that moment.

"Oh really now? I'm all you want?" She giggled in a mocking tone as her teeth caught onto his bottom lip and tugged on them slightly.

"Fuck!- yes. You're all I want. You're the love of my life, the object of my desires, the mother of my son..."

Cupping her cheeks, he tenderly kissed her, lips perfectly molding against hers as he tried to convey his adoration for her. When he pulled back, he stayed only a few centimeters away as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

"My wife." He whispered those two words so soft as if they were a solemn prayer not meant to be heard by anyone else.

Although his words brought a sense of warmth and fuzziness inside her, Y/N was not about to let Jongho off the hook so easily. He needed to be reminded of something else.

"You're forgetting something else Mr. CEO...... I'm not just your wife."

Jongho grunted when she suddenly pulled him by his belt loops, her knee coming up to rub against his crotch which was starting to swell up.

"I'm your boss."

He watched with amazement as she dropped down to her knees, her fingers making quick movements to unbuckle his belt. Stiffening when her hands squeezed at his bulge, Jongho heaved out a sigh.

"Don't tease me." He slightly whimpered to her.

Quirking an eyebrow up, she sent him a seductive smirk.

"Wasn't planning on it."

Taking hold of the top of his trousers, she made sure to pull his briefs down with them, freeing his hardened cock that was already leaking at the tip. Running her thumb across his head, she looked up to find her husband flushing a crimson red hue, a soft chortle escaping his throat as he realized what she was doing. Pressing his bulbous tip against her lips, she coated them with a warm gloss before pushing them inside the barrier of her teeth, raking the underside of it. That motion alone already had Jongho's thighs shaking. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, giving the head a subtle suckle. At last, she opened her mouth more widely and drove him deeper into her throat until she was releasing a choking sound, a trail of moisture spilling out from the corner of her mouth. Pulling back, she hummed around his length to further intensify the sensation.

"Oh my god." Jongho moaned as his hands tried to reach towards the back of her head, which were quickly slapped away by her.

"Nuh uh my love, we're playing with my rules right now."

Jongho had to steady himself by gripping the desk behind him, resisting the urge to buck himself up into his wife's throat. He let out sharp gasps and groans when she gave him a particularly long slurp, gurgling melodies practically coming out her mouth. He filled her throat to the brim, his dripping organ stroking against her tongue each time she moved it to and fro. Instinctively parting her knees, she reached beneath her skirt to touch herself, finding herself to be dripping as well. Raising her eyes upwards, she saw Jongho's head thrown back, mouth open and spilling out melodic hums of bliss and lust as his pelvis began to thrust faster against her face, chasing his upcoming release with a determined intensity. Feeling his thighs tighten and his cock twitch, she knew it was only a matter of time before his hot liquid would spurt into her throat. Wanting to please him, her mouth began a mix of lapping, sucking and licking at his length, soaking his flesh until long pools of saliva came trickling down her chin and onto her neck. Her mouth kept moving back and forth, heightening his excitement until he began pumping his climax into her, his seed flowing down her throat which she swallowed generously.

"Oh fuck! Oh God!" Jongho cried out, not caring to keep his voice down as he had just had one of the most exhilarating orgasms after months of only having his hand to keep him company during those needy moments.

Pulling out of his wife's mouth, her lips glistened with a blend of her spit and of his cum. Getting up from the ground, she pulled out her hand that had during this time stayed between her legs, her arousal glowing on the tip of her fingers. Holding them up to her husband's face, she smeared some of it across his lip.

"Suck."

His mouth parted instantly as he graciously accepted her fingers into his wet cavern, licking off the sweet juices from her core. She watched him with utter fascination, always loving how he was always so pliant with her every command. Once sure he had licked her clean of anymore secretions, she pulled her hand out of his mouth and quickly replaced it with her own. Their tongues danced around each other as their arms wrapped around the other's body. Pent up desire and weakened passions were flowing through every touch and caress of their hands. They both realized just how much they had been missing each other's bodies, forgetting about their needs up until that moment. Pulling away with reluctance to catch her breath, Y/N looked up at the already disheveled looking male in front of her and smirked.

"Hop on top of the desk.......Sir." She whispered that last word in his ear, biting down at his earlobe.

His shivering body did not go unnoticed by her and she was more than delighted to watch as he practically cleared the desk, letting papers and other utensils scatter on the floor as he sat up on top of it. Reaching back inside her skirt, Y/N dragged her now soiled panties down her legs and set them off to the side, already knowing what she would do with them later. Climbing on top of Jongho's lap, she took hold of his cock one more time and began to pump him slowly, getting him worked up once more, his soft tender skin becoming erect and hard once again. Noticing the way his eyes peered at her slight cleavage, she used her free hand to unbutton her blouse before pulling her bra cups down enough for her breasts to pop out. Jongho swore he could cum at just the sight of them, nipples poking out and gleaming with the hints of milk oozing out.

"Suck on them. Drink mommy's milk up. After all, they're for daddy too." She encouraged him with a giggle.

His mouth devoured her breasts. He gnawed at the stiff buds of her nipples and suckled against her until her sweet nectar began trickling onto his tongue. Y/N arched her back and began spilling out erotic moans, teeth biting down occasionally at her lip as she couldn't handle the overwhelming pleasure of having her husband feed on her breast milk. Jongho was enjoying himself as well. She was moist to the point of being succulent. His tongue slipped against her fleshy mounds and he could feel himself choking on the rich taste she produced. The more he worked on sampling her flavor, the more she sighed and panted as she pushed her chest more out to him. All throughout this, her hand never stopped pumping at his length.

Jongho whined when she suddenly pushed his face off her chest, a tiny trail of milk being left on his lip. Gripping his base more firmly, she placed him right at her aching entrance and sunk down on him with no warning, causing his breath to hitch.

"I'm gonna fuck you Jongho. Fuck you til you're a crying mess to remind you who this dick belongs to. And you're gonna take it like the good slave you are. Got it?"

He nodded his head furiously, wanting nothing than to feel her take advantage of him, use him as she pleased. With an evil smile, she reached for the discarded panties she had momentarily forgotten about.

"Oh...and I guess we better keep quiet. I know I can keep it down. But you? You need a little help."

Jongho spewed out pornographic sounds as she stuffed his mouth with her panties. He could taste her sex on his tongue but he had no time to fully enjoy it when she suddenly began to bounce herself on his cock. When he tried to grip at her hips, she caught his wrists and slammed them down on the desk, his back hitting against the hard wood, but he didn't care. He was too immersed on the excruciating pleasure of having her tightness press around his cock. The desk underneath them rocked with every one of their sinful movements, no doubt alerting anyone within a few feet near the doorway, perhaps even further down. And that's what Y/N wanted. She wanted to make sure all the people outside finally understood that Choi Jongho was hers, hers only and no one else's. No one could ever take him away from her because she had him wrapped around her finger.

"Look at you, you look so pathetic. My dirty panties in your mouth, my hands keeping you from moving as I bounce myself on your cock."

Once again she felt the familiar twitch of his head warning her he was going to bust at any moment. It only fueled her to grind down on him harder.

"Who would have thought the powerful and mighty CEO would be nothing more than a little slut? Eager to get his dick wet enough to bend down to his assistant. You were so fucking easy my love."

Her mocking and teasing only helped in having him spasm underneath her, his orgasm ripping through his body in such an extreme manner he thought he would go insane. But Y/N didn't let him fully come down from his high when she began rutting herself once more on him, this time with more force and vigor that had Jongho crying out. His eyes began to became filled with tears, muffled pleading incoherent due to being gagged by her underwear. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, another orgasm was being forced out of him, his seed overflowing from inside Y/N's core that it began to cascade down into her inner thighs, droplets even falling onto the furniture underneath them.

"Even with your mouth occupied you still manage to be such a loud brat, I bet this entire floor can hear you. What? Is that what you want? Want all your employees to hear as I fuck you like my personal sex doll?"

Jongho's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he heard her words. He hated admitting it but having her degrade him, talk down to him and reduce him to nothing more than a pleasure toy never failed to make his toes curl.

"Maybe you do and that's fine. I want all of them, especially that little skank to hear as I ruin you. Let them know who's really in charge here."

Y/N's movements became more sloppy as she felt her own climax approaching, her walls squeezing unbearably down on Jongho's dick. Her breasts were jiggling with every move, adding more sensuality to the already wicked image of her riding her husband's body.

"Can you cum once more for mommy? I know you can. Daddy can definitely give mommy his cum one more time right?"

Jongho nodded, grumbling something that was not understandable. With a prideful look, Y/N raked her hands across his chest.

"Fill my pussy up once more love. Knock me up with another one of your kids. Wanna get pregnant once more by you. Fuck!"

She cursed loudly as she began shattering on top of him, chest heaving as she released her juices onto his thick cock, which was also pumping out the last remnants of his seed and coating her walls profusely. Jongho fell into a spiraling oblivion of pleasure, unable to feel anything but his throbbing dick pulsating around her heat as it milked him out of every last drop of his cum. He was in heaven, even if it was a sinful act they just committed.

Y/N let out a hiss as she pulled out of him, a long trail of sticky cum pouring onto the desk and even dropping onto the carpet. Her legs felt wobbly as she tried to walk, the numbness in her feet soon turning into a pins and needles sensation. Taking her panties off his mouth and stuffing them into his pocket, Jongho quickly fixed himself, zipping his pants back up and getting up just in time to catch his darling wife before she tumbled onto the floor

"It's ok my dear. I got you." He sweetly smiled at her and rubbed at her sore lower abdomen.

"I love you." She suddenly said.

Tilting her chin up, he kissed her temple.

"I love you more, so much more." He confessed.

"Enough to let me take the rest of the day off and go back home?" She made puppy eyes at him.

Jongho bursted out laughing at her question, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck.

"You're so funny babe.....nice try but no. We still have a meeting today." He reminded her, which earned him a huffing spouse.

"Have I ever mentioned I hate my boss?" She nudged him away, to which he snorted.

"Darling let's be real here. You're the real boss here. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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In The Tongues of Men and Of Angels

Image above from Cassius Corrigan's instagram

A/N: Here rests a short filth. (18+!) Please note before proceeding, however.

The conversation surrounding religion is nuanced and complicated. The motivation behind this fic was much more simple: a bitch saw Ewan Mcgregor as a hot priest and got to work. Although there is a religious backdrop, please be advised the following is smutty smut and is likely not the best read if you’re offended by heresy.

Also know if you don’t appreciate the power imbalance surrounding some stories like these, I don’t either, and this is a story of consenting adults on equal standing.

Pairing: Priest! Obi-Wan x female reader

Also note: unprotected sex (please be wise irl lovelies!)

The passcode to get in the backdoor is 1132. You know it has to be a scripture reference, but you’ve looked in every 11th book that had a 32nd verse and nothing met the explanation of “his favorite verse.” There’s irony, certainly, in the fact that had been your motivation to crack open the book.

There’s something dreary and heavy about the wood-panelled walls and old carpet of the hall that leads to his study, something about the place that doesn’t make your skin feel right, like the walls themselves rather than god would condemn what they witness.

The minute you open his door, you have to wonder if it’s the same place. The decor is just as outdated, just as heavy, but his smile takes up too much light for the oppressive room to have its power.

He closes his journal of notes when he sees you; he leaves the holy book open. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Must pleasure always be owed for?”

There’s only a brief flash of recognition of your verbiage’s implication before his practiced impassive expression washes him in neutrality. He gestures to one of the chairs in front of his desk in invitation. “Perhaps not.” Leaving his own chair, he takes the one next to you. “Tardiness, however, is almost always. You’re aware service starts in thirty minutes?”

You tap your phone to indicate the time. “Twenty-eight, actually.”

He doesn’t approach. No, that isn’t how it’s been between you two. It could be a multitude of things. The guilt, maybe, but no matter his profession that never seemed to fit him well enough for him to wear it with any conviction. Much more likely is him knowing that as well as this setup can be the stage for fetish, there’s far worse associated.

He waits for you to initiate, and you do so softly, even though you know he’ll meet you and more once you make contact.

There’s safety in this sacrilege, in his arms. He’s always seen to that.

You tip your forehead down to his, standing over where he’s seated, and he hums, closing his eyes.

He opens them again when you trace your hand down his face, trying to commit his features to the memory in your fingertips.

Down past his lips, the stubble on his jaw, the little bit of his neck not covered by clothing.

You slide your finger along the top of the hem. “Leave the collar.”

You’re not sure if the faint raise in brow is indicative of interest or if it’s a hint patronizing. You’re not sure which shoots heat down your spine.

Your thighs take their place on either side of his, your hands take their place in his hair, and it’s only then his move to action, long fingers tracing up your sides.

Is it playing with his hair in and of itself that gets the start? Or the thought that not even half an hour away is when he’ll need it back to its proper state for Mass? Where you’ll pretend to walk in once again, and greet him in passing with a slight nod and “Father Kenobi” before finding your seat. Could you ask to not clean him off of you? Could you leave his spend to run down your thigh throughout the service? Rub your thighs together under the sound of his voice teaching holiness?

Questions for later.

Now.

You bunch the hair at the back of his head to get his eyes up to yours.

“Be good, and I’ll take it off.”

It’s half a joke, half a promise.

He smiles like he has the exact plan on how to do just that either way.

Brushing his fingers at your temple, he asks, “Will you lie back for me then? On my desk?”

He helps you onto it, warm hands guiding your hips right to where he needs them and helps you out of your pants before kneeling, pressing kisses into your thighs.

The first kiss to your mound gives a full body shudder, and the second kiss to your lips knocks the arms supporting your upper body, making you lie back in truth. As his tongue parts your lips, your hands scrape his desk for something to anchor in, your head lolling to the side. Your vision allows nothing in focus with your heavily lidded eyes, but you can make out the shape of the book left open, the worn lettering of the title just enough.

There should be shame, you suppose. But you can’t muster any. Not when his tongue presses hot, open strokes to your clit. Not when he adds a thick finger and then another into you and you have to bite your arm to not cry out.

There’s nothing about this that wasn’t meant to be.

He stands again to get a better angle for his fingers, curling until he finds that spot inside you that has you soaking his fingers.

“Precious girl,” you hear him say.

When your arms feel some semblance of strength again, you push up to press your lips to his, gliding your tongue across his bottom lip, the taste of yourself still lingering.

He’s gentle, so gentle, but his movements are certain as he kisses you in fullness, one hand cupping the side of your face as the other gives gentle strokes to your now overly sensitive pussy.

“Please,” you whisper against his lips once you’ve pulled back just far enough to breathe, undoing his collar as promised. He’d be happy to just leave it at this, and he has many times before.

He nods, and your hand clashes against his at the fastenings of his pants, and you both give a small laugh.

A gentle push to his firm chest is all he needs to know to sit again, for you to straddle his lap and start to settle onto his cock.

You like to take your time for this part, letting yourself savor the stretch, the fullness, his noises he can never seem to completely bite off. But that’s when you have time.

It helps that you’re devastatingly wet for him, when you sink most of the way onto him in one motion. He lets out something between a shout and a snarl into the side of your neck, and you only worry briefly about the soundproofing of the walls. It’s hard to concentrate on such trivial things when he starts lightly biting the lobe of your ear. “Slow, darling.”

“Time,” is all the explanation you give for your defiance, but you wait for his nod to push down even more.

You’re fairly certain you hear him curse under his breath, and his fingers grip hard into your hips to steady you. Or maybe himself.

When he starts rolling his hips up, you know you can take him harder.

The wet smack of where your skin meets his fills the room, and it would be obscene if not for how sincere and full his eyes are as they look up at you.

You rest your cheek against his, trying not to shake with the overload of sensation.

You feel the tears before you see them, and you stop, instantly pulling back in concern, but he only smiles and shakes his head, brushing his fingers over your lips again.

He rolls up into you twice more and groans out his pleasure against your neck.

You hesitate to pull off of him, but he has to go. Time. He doesn’t seem to be ashamed, though. Shame wasn’t something he dealt in or cowered to. Does heaven know they have a traitor in their midst?

He kisses you sweetly and wipes the mess of both of you off his pants and hands. “Come to my house? Later? That we might have time. And that I needn’t clean you off my clothes?”

You nod, and you kiss him deeply once more.

He grabs his notes, his bible. “I’ll be thinking on you.”

*****

You can indeed feel his spend on your thighs as you listen to the message.

The multi colored light from the stained glass lights his hair in a halo-esque glow, and his voice fills the room and your heart.

He reads from Philipians, but he says the words without looking down to the book.

“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest…”

A quick scan of the room, and you notice the congregation is split, some with heads down reading their own text, some looking to him.

When you look back up, he’s looking directly at you.

“...whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”

*****

1 Corinthians 13:2

“ If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”

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The Stables ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.3K

PAIRING: Prince!Yoongi x StableGirl!Reader

GENRE: Prince AU, Angst with fluffy ending, mentions of a childhood accident, memory loss

A/N: Hope you enjoy thiiiissss! I didn’t make it too angst since he did end up liking her in the end so I hope this is okay for you!

Ever since you were a little girl you'd lived in the huge palace that was just beside the beach. It looked out on the shore with a huge Kingdom right behind it with loyal subjects. Everyone within the kingdom was kind and caring, always going out of their way to make the people around them happy which was why the Kingdom worked so well. The castle was well respected as well as the people that lived inside of it since they were the royal family but just because you lived in the castle it didn't mean that you were a Princess of any kind. 

"Y/n?" You heard your grandmother ask as you walked through the door to your part of the castle. It was split up so that the royals had their castle but you lived in the servants quarters with your grandmother. She'd been running the stables since before you could walk. After poking your head through into her room she smiled up at you. 

"How was Star today?" Star was the name of the Prince's horse, you'd been having a lot of trouble getting him to trust you which was why your grandmother was asking. The horse didn't seem to take too kindly to your grandmother randomly not coming back to work with him and instead, replacing her with you, 

"He was better," A barefaced lie but you knew if you told your grandmother the truth she would risk getting out of bed to go and see what was wrong but nothing was wrong. Star just didn't seem to like you being around him, he was fine with other people but just you.

"How was your day?" You moved into the room as she questioned you and you walked over to her bed, running your hand up to her head to see if her temperature had gone but it was still hot to the touch. 

"It was okay. Have you eaten? Shall I heat up some soup?" She placed a shrivelled hand on your wrist and asked you to sit with her. It had been far too long since the two of you got to sit down together like this. Ever since she got sick you'd taken over her jobs in the castle, working in the stables as well as your own job which was a part-time bar-maid job in the Kingdom centre it was hard to get a minute to yourself but you needed the money for her medical bills. Although you worked for the King and Queen and your grandmother had worked there since she was a little girl they weren't keen on paying for her to get better. 

"I ate some soup. The young prince came by and gave me some from the kitchen." The mention of Yoongi made your blood boil. The thought of him stepping foot in your house made you even madder but you tried to play it down in front of your grandmother. 

"I felt you tense. He's a nice boy if you just got to know him..." She continued on with the nice boy speech while you drowned it out in your head. Yoongi had been nothing but a rude stuck up kid ever since you met him. You figured it was because he was a Prince he thought he could push people around whenever he wanted and get them to do what he pleased. He always acted as though he wanted nothing to do with you, to everyone else he was the kindest person in the entire world but whenever he was around you it was a different story. He'd either completely ignore you to the point where it feels like you don't exist or he would be rude to you. There was never an in-between. 

"Besides, you'll be working for him when the King and Queen pass, you need to get along." You rolled your eyes before getting up, mumbling to her that you would bring her a fresh cold cloth for her head but you just needed to get out of her room and away from the Yoongi talk.

Once your Grandma was asleep you slipped into your barmaid skirt, pulling a cape over your head as you headed out of the back door. 

"Evening," Jimin - one of the night guards - said as he saw you walking in his direction. Every night without fail he would accompany you into the town so you wouldn't have to walk alone in the dark. The kingdom was safe sure but it was better to be extra safe than sorry. 

"How's she's doing?" The question you always hated being asked, everyone within the Palace and Kingdom seemed to know that your grandmother had fallen ill as much as you tried to keep it under lock and key. Everyone thought that it was their business to know what was going on, 

"She's doing okay. She said she had some soup from your friend earlier so that's good...She didn't eat yesterday," Jimin chuckled as you called the Prince his friend instead of using his real name. 

"You can call him Yoon-" You covered Jimin's mouth with your finger and he rolled his eyes at you.

"You know, there was a time when the two of you would-" He stopped speaking when you began curtsying so he bowed to the King that was passing you in the street followed by guards and Yoongi who didn't even glance at you before he smiled and greeted Jimin. 

"I'll see you later, thanks for walking me again." You rushed out your words before running in the direction of the bar, you didn't want to hear that you and Yoongi would have been friends one day or that he was nice but you just weren't seeing it. 

"There she is! The woman of the hour!" Your boss cried out bringing the attention of the local drunks over to you, you waved your hand before heading over to the bar. Hanging up your cape before taking orders right away, wanting nothing more than to earn your money and head home before waking up extra early for the stables the next morning. 

"Shit, shit, shit." You mumbled running as fast as your legs would carrying you towards the stables. You'd slept over the guard that normally came to wake you up and now you were going to get into trouble if anyone found out that you were late,

"Y/n? I fed Star and changed the water but-" The other girl who worked in the stables with you began to curtsy so you followed her lead, looking at the shoes of the man in front of you. 

"Is Star ready for his morning ride?" You knew it was Yoongi from the tone of his voice, 

"I'll go and get him." The stable girl mumbled leaving you alone with him as you raised yourself from the curtsy. Going over to your own horse as you run your hand down her Maine, there was an awkward silence as you tried to act as though Yoongi was there.

"You were late this morning," Yoongi commented as he watched you from behind, he stared at you as you continued to stroke your horse. He could remember when you first got her and how attached you were to her and his heart swelled watching you still be so friendly with her,

"I know, I slept late because I didn't finish until late last night." You were doing your best to be as pleasant as you could with him, after all, he was the Prince and he was above you. 

"I don't appreciate Star being taken care of by someone who isn't qualified." You turned around to face Yoongi as he made a remark and he took a step back once he saw you. The scar that you had gotten when you were kids was on your forehead and guilt washed over him as soon as he saw you. The scar that changed everything in your lives. The two of you had been close friends but after your accident, Yoongi felt so guilty for you not being able to remember anything he pushed you away. Ignoring you whenever he saw you around the palace and being rude because he couldn't handle the guilt he felt when he saw you and the large scar on your head. 

"Star is acting up because he can sense a storm coming, be careful." The stable girl mentioned as she brought Star over to Yoongi, handing him the reigns and smiling. 

"I'm sure myself and Star will be fine. Y/n, don't be late tomorrow or you'll be out a job," He snapped as you rolled your eyes, your back still turned on him as you hummed out an answer for him. 

"How can you be so rude to him, he'll be our king soon." You ignored the stable girl, taking your horse out and smiling. 

"Going for a ride, clean the stables." You mumbled to her as you swung your leg over the horse and climbed onto her back.

The rest of the day you'd managed not to bump into Yoongi and you didn't have the bar to work in that night. 

"You should have been on time, do you know how tardy that makes us look?" You didn't want to spend time arguing with your Grandmother who was sick so you agreed with what she was saying, nodding your head and feeding her some soup you had made. 

"It was an accident, I was late because-"

"I don't want to hear excuses! Do you know how embarrassing it was to have Yoongi come around and tell me you were late?" You ignored her just trying to make sure she ate but there was a loud bang from outside the door. 

"The thunder," She grumbled, shivering as she felt a breeze come through the small window in her room. Your eyes glanced over at the window to see rain hammering down against the floor and it wasn't the smallest of storms. 

"The horses must be scared," That was the one thing your grandmother worried most about, the storms always affected the horses and whenever there was a storm she would make sure she could be there for them whenever. 

"I'll go down and check on them," You whispered, tucking her under the covers while you went to get dressed to brace the storm. 

Yoongi stared out of his window and down at the stables as he heard you trying to calm down the scared horses. The sounds of their scared neighing could be heard from his room and he could see the rain was getting worse, 

"Star, hey, hey hey." Yoongi could hear the desperation in your voice as you tried to calm his horse down and he raced down the stairs to see if you needed his help, his heart pounding as he saw you backed against a wall. 

"Star, look it's going to be okay." You tried speaking with him normally to calm him down but it wasn't working, the sight of seeing you backed into a corner by a horse sent memories swimming back to Yoongi as he stared at you. 

"Y/n?" Yoongi called out when he galloped back over to where he had seen you last, the two of you were on a horse ride that morning trying to clear his head. His parents had just told him about most of the responsibilities he would be facing when he turned 16 and this was his chance to clear his head with you. You'd grown up alongside one another as the best of friends even though he was of Royal blood but that never stopped you from being friends. This morning after riding off together the two of you decided to see who could beat one another home the fastest, racing along the side of the cliffs near the beach so you wouldn't be seen by the king, queen or the guards that were hunting for you both.

"Y/n?" Yoongi's voice grew with worry as he realised your horse was on her own laying down on the grass and you were nowhere to be seen. He climbed down from Star and walked over towards the edge of the small cliff that was near him, it was a small drop to the beach nothing that would hurt but he couldn't help but feel panicked seeing you laying there. Facedown in the sand with blood around you, 

"Y/N!" He screamed out in pain as he began climbing down the side of the small drop and to your side, he rolled you over to see a large cut on your forehead. 

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" He panicked, taking off some of his shirt to wipe the sand away from your wound and trying to get a response from you but you didn't move. 

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" He screamed out but there was no one around, you'd both ditched the guard's miles away and it was the two of you out there alone.

If he hadn't left you alone and ridden off so fast you never would have lost your memory that day. You could barely remember anything from your childhood, most of the memories you had were from 16 and up and Yoongi blamed himself all of the time. Because of that he never let himself get close to you again, in fear of losing you or hurting you again, he loved you far too much to let that happen.

"Star, here..." Yoongi clicked his tongue and Star began backing away from you, walking towards Yoongi as he whipped his tail from side to side. 

"That's a good boy," He breathed out as you relaxed at the back relieved that Star was out of your face. 

"I'll get him out-" Yoongi was cut off when a large clap of thunder sounded, Star kicked the back of the stable wall and you screamed as the wood began to splinter off. 

"Y/n!" The way Yoongi screamed your name felt as though it was echoing in your head, you sat on the floor holding your fingers over your face trying to get the thought of Yoongi out of your head but he yelled out your name once again and images flashed in front of you. Riding a horse and falling down a small cliff before everything faded to black. 

"Here, drink this," Yoongi whispered as he handed you a glass of water looking at you. You glared at him as he held your face in his hands, turning it towards the light of the flame in his room. 

"You have a cut, stay here." He mumbled going towards his bathroom and coming back with some tissue and more water. 

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You mumbled as he began cleaning up the small cut on your cheekbone, some of the wood that had splinted off hit your face cutting you on impact but it was nothing large. 

"Believe it or not I'm not always nasty...I just- feel guilty whenever I look at you," You hissed as he touched the cut on your cheek, it hurt a lot more than it should have for something so tiny.

"Why?" You mumbled as you stared up at him, he looked back at you with wide eyes, 

"Do you not remember anything from when you were younger?" You shook your head at his question so he sighed to himself, 

"I supposed it's for the best...Just...Just if you want to know you should ask your grandmother but don't come complaining to me when you do, tell her to tell you the truth" You stared at him as he finished cleaning up your cut and then walked to his door, opening it and waiting for you to leave.

Walking through the door to your grandmother's bedroom you frowned seeing her awake, 

"The storm," She mumbled as you crawled into the bed beside her, she took one look at your face and sighed as she saw the small cut. 

"What happened?"

"Star kicked the wooden wall behind me and I got caught. Yoongi cleaned it up actually," You mumbled as you laid your head on her shoulder, thinking back on the weird memory you had when he called your name out. 

"Grandma? Did something happen when I hurt my head? I know you said I was horse riding but-"

"We've been through this, what you remember is what happened," That was the problem, you didn't remember what happened you only remembered what everyone told you. You were out riding your horse alone when you fell off, 

"Yoongi said you knew the truth." The mention of Yoongi's name made her sigh. 

"You have to know why we kept it from you first," She whispered to you as she began to draw invisible patterns into your skin. Explaining why they told you that you were alone after the accident. After it happened Yoongi couldn't bring himself to look at you without feeling responsible for what happened, it had been his idea to go for a ride, his idea to lose the guards and his idea to race back home but he never would have expected you getting hurt. The two of you were always such amazing riders and the path was clear, once he knew you weren't behind him he knew something was wrong. 

"If he'd found you a minute or two later you'd be gone," You were trying to wrap your head around the fact that yourself and Yoongi had been friends before the accident, 

"I know that face...I told you, Yoongi was a nice boy," She laughed softly but you still couldn't work it out, he had been so rude and mean to you all these years because he felt bad for you getting hurt? 

"So because we were friends and I got hurt-"

"Friends? Honey, friends didn't look at one another the way you and Yoongi used to," You froze in place as she started to laugh loudly, your eyes were wide as you realised she was insinuating there was something more between the two of you. 

"You may not have been together but I have no doubt in my mind you would be now if it wasn't for the accident," She taped your nose but your head was starting to spin at the thought of everything, small memories starting to come back to you the longer you thought about things.

"Star is ready for you," You said to Yoongi the next morning as he came into the stable, he looked unsure about coming over to you but you smiled at him. The night before you'd had nothing but memories coming back to you from when you were younger, all of the times you spent with Yoongi. 

"Yoongles, you don't have to feel guilty..." You said as Yoongi turned his back on you, his whole body tensed at the mention of his childhood nickname that you had for him. Only you knew about the nickname, slowly he turned back to stare at you. 

"Yoongles?" You nodded at him smiling as you moved closer to his body, 

"That day we went riding...My horse kicked back because she was scared of a stick shaped like a snake...You have nothing to feel guilty for." Yoongi's mouth fell open as you spoke to him as though you'd never lost your memories, he couldn't believe it. 

"I remember everything...After my grandmother told me about why she never told me about that day and why you were so mean to me all these years..." He felt his heart twinge at the thought of being so cruel to you but he smiled at you, 

"I'll make it up to you...We could go for a ride like old times? Maybe get some food?" You nodded at him as you agreed to spend the day with him, looking forward to catching up with him and learning about the true Yoongi he'd grown to become after all these years. Although it was never going to make up for what he'd said and done to you he was going to do his best to be the friend he was all those years ago and hopefully one day be more.

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Forever and Never

A/N: A long one because it was a fun one. My absolute favorite chapter!

Warnings: mentions of marijuana, rape, blood and violence

Word Count: 6135

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Six: The Breakfast Club

“What are you thinking about?”

“H-Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’re smiling for the first time today. What are you thinking about?”

“...Stan.”

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Apparently, I had slept through all of my alarms because when I awoke the next day, it was almost nine. Cursing aloud, I sprang out of bed and zoomed to my closet, ripping out any clothes I could find. Not having time to pull together something totally retro as per usual, I threw on a maroon hoodie, wedged into blue skinny jeans, and slipped on my white sneakers. I applied deodorant and stuck a piece of gum into my mouth before slinging my backpack on. The school was a fifteen-minute walk from my house. I was going to be so fucking late. I was skipping every other step on my way downstairs when I heard a voice call out to me.

“Whoa, you’re still here?”

On my right was Jacob, sitting in the living room and watching television. He stood from the couch and slowly approached me with a smirk. “What are you doing here still?”

“What are you doing here still?”

“I don’t have classes today, Bug,” He lightly teased before gently pushing me towards the door. “Let’s go before you miss anymore school. Hopefully, you don’t get detention.”

“I won’t, Jake.”

I did. As soon as I opened the door to my English class, all eyes were on me like a newcoming circus act. Ms Anderson’s eyes cut to me the second I stepped in and before I knew it, she was stomping towards me, gently ushering me out of the room with her. When we were alone, she crossed her arms and stared down at me. I felt like a child getting scolded for breaking an expensive vase or something. “(Y/N), this is your fourth tardy this month.”

“I know…”

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

There are so many things I need to talk about.

“No… I just… um… I-It’s been a rough few days…”

“Well, I would let this slide, but I’ve already broken the rules twice for you. I’m sorry, dear, but I’m going to have to give you detention. Okay?”

Dammit, Jake… “Okay, fine. Can I just go back to class now?” I sighed. My teacher nodded and opened the door for me. Stepping inside, I was met with the smiles of Dina, Stan and Ricky all directed towards me. I returned the smiles towards my two friends before taking my seat beside Dina. Throughout class, two eyes bore into the back of my head, and I tried my best not to turn and look at who they belonged to. He was catching on. On my way to choir, I heard Ricky calling out to me. He was pushing and shoving past students until he was by my side.

“Babe, what’s been going on with you?” He gently nudged me, but my eyes stayed trained forward. “Oh, so the silent treatment… Are you gonna tell me what I did or am I gonna have to figure it out?” Silence. “Right, okay. I get it. Hey, listen, when you’re out of your bitchy mood, make sure to come talk to me.” And with that, he turned and walked in the opposite direction. Letting out a breath, I slowed my pace along with the beat of my heart. I never wanted anyone to dictate the way I felt, the way my anxiety sky-rocketed when they were around. But it seemed I was letting Ricky do everything to me.

When lunchtime rolled around, I wanted nothing more than to eat my first meal of the day. All throughout English and choir, my stomach had been curling into itself and I felt stupid for not at least grabbing a granola bar before I left home. After grabbing my food, I joined Stan at a near-vacant lunch table. He had been mindlessly picking at his lunch when I sat across from him. “Good afternoon, beautiful.” I whispered. Hearing my voice, he didn’t need to look up.

“Hey, (Y/N)...”

“(Y/N)? Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Uh, it’s just Syd. She won’t talk to me…”

A pang of jealousy went through my heart. Knowing we’d never talk about our kiss the other night didn’t prevent my wave of disappointment whenever he mentioned Sydney. I mean, how do you even kiss a girl and then talk about a totally different one days later? As much as I love Stan, he could be an idiot sometimes…

I hadn’t even noticed I was spacing out until his voice spoke loud enough for me to snap back into reality. He had been staring at me with raised brows, an expectant look on his face. “O-Oh, sorry… Uh, do you wanna hang out later? Like, when we get home?” I calmly asked, my eyes flickering to the fading bruise decorating his eye. He shifted in his seat and returned back to his lunch.

“Um… I’ll see.” He mumbled, my throat constricting at his words.

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Whitaker watched me like a hawk as I turned into the girls’ restroom.

“Don’t think I don’t know that trick, (Y/L/N)! You better get to the gymnasium as soon as you’re done!”

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled and closed the door behind me. To be honest, I didn’t think he knew that trick and was absolutely planning on spending the entirety of my detention in the restroom. Letting out a sigh, I leaned against the wall and texted Jacob.

Me: I got detention. Pick me up at 7 please?

Jake: Haha! I’ll be there, don’t worry

Jake: And don’t try hiding out in the bathrooms. Whitaker knows that trick

Me: Noted

Pocketing my phone, I pushed the door open and trudged to the gym. Even with the doors closed, I could hear Whitaker screaming at whoever else was inside. With a small groan, I lazily used my body to open one of the doors, the principal’s voice quieting as the screech of the hinges echoed throughout the room.

“Ms (Y/L/N), I would have thought that after getting detention for tardiness, you’d learn to be more punctual. Take a seat!” Whitaker boomed. Rolling my eyes, I moved over to the bleachers, surprised to see Sydney, Stan, Brad, Dina and… Jenny Tuffield.

I could be irritated with people all I wanted, but I never completely ignored or even spat insults or such at them, unless they truly did something to hurt me or the ones I care about. Hence the reason I ignore Ricky. But Jenny brought out a side of me I really despised. It was a side of myself that thought of the worst things to say and spewed them out without hesitation, resulting in a back-and-forth war between the two of us. It usually ended with death threats and flipping the birds to each other, but we’ve never physically fought. That could change one day, who knows? I could feel her sickening smirk as I passed her to sit in front of Stan, who looked bewildered to see that I was here with him in detention. I patted his knee before turning back to Whitaker, who had been waiting for me to do as I was told. Satisfied, he continued on.

“Now that you all are here,” He cut me a look. “I want you to take the next few hours and think about your mistakes. And carve out in your mind a plan for change. Determine how to improve yourselves. Define what the word ‘respect’ means to you.”

Get a job, dude…

“Now you can start by respecting this beautiful gymnasium. Between now and seven p.m., you’re gonna scrape up every goddamn piece of gum from the bleachers,” He stepped forward and slammed a box down in front of us, no doubt full of the tools needed for our manual labor. The six of us all rolled our eyes as Whitaker stepped back again. “Get started.”

“Uh, Mr Whitaker, sir,” I heard Stan from behind me. “Um… Will there be a break for snacks or dinner?”

Silence was his answer. Whitaker stared at Stan as if he’d just asked him to lick his shoes before exiting the gym. From behind me, I felt him lean forward towards Sydney, picking up on their very quiet and very short exchange.

“Hey, I’m really sorry-”

“No. I’m not talking to you, okay?”

Reaching over, I tugged on Stan’s jacket sleeve, the boy shuffling so that our faces were right beside each other. “What are you doing in here?”

“I called File a motherfucker.”

“You- What?”

“Okay,” Dina’s voice interrupted us, causing everyone to turn to her as she stood from her spot beside Brad. “I know none of us wanna be here right now, but I was thinking, if we divide and conquer the bleachers, maybe we could be done before seven and Whitaker will let us out early, so…” Her suggestion earned a smile from her boyfriend and a sarcastic remark from Jenny, who I nearly forgot even existed. She clapped her hands, everyone turning to her.

“Go team!” She mimicked your everyday cheerleader as Dina sat back down, a look of irritation on her face.

“I’m not a cheerleader.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Maybe you should be in prison.”

“Ooh. That’s my wet dream…” She drawled out, running her tongue over her top teeth. I rolled my eyes and turned my head away.

“I don’t know, guys,” Stan spoke up. “This gum has been here for decades. I don’t think Whitaker actually checks. It’s just a social experiment, like a simulation.”

“Oh. Well, someone’s been smoking their supply.” Brad quipped. I narrowed my eyes and was about to give a sly remark when Jenny interrupted.

“You know what?” She whipped her body around to face us all, that wicked smile stretched across her face. “I have an idea. Why don’t we play Fuck, Marry, Kill?”

I couldn’t help myself. “What are you, thirteen?” I snarled. Our fellow delinquents stared between us with unease. “You say it like we’re about to huff some fucking gasoline. Are you supposed to be some kind of badass?”

Her eyes slid over to me, her grin widening. “Awe, Zip, I haven’t spoken to you in so long, I thought you died…”

“I wish you died…”

“So, who goes first?” Her head snapped towards everyone else, her finger moving towards each person in the room. “Eenie… meenie… miney… Brad.” She whispered out. Brad looked towards his girlfriend.

“Guess if I had to-”

“No. Not another word.” Dina shook her head.

“Oh, what about you, Miss Goody-Goody? Or are you too afraid to play?” Jenny gave a fake pout.

“Why would I be afraid?”

“Cool then. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Stanley Barber… Mr Whitaker… and… Syd.”

“Well, clearly, I’m killing Whitaker.”

“So are you gonna fuck Syd or marry her?”

Dina exhaled through her nose before looking to her right, eyes locking with Sydney. “Total life goal to marry your best friend, if Syd’ll have me.” She softly spoke, bringing a small smile to my face at their soft exchange. Of course, though, Jenny had to ruin it.

“Oh, so then it’s you and Stan in an all-day bone sesh. Ugh, you little slut.”

So over the sound of her fucking voice, I threw my head back in annoyance. “Jesus Christ, Jenny, you are so fucking boring!”

“No need to tell him about it,” She laughed tauntingly. “I’m guessing you wanna go next, since you got my attention. Or are you saving all of the sex and marriage for your little boyfriend?”

“Oh, bite me.”

“Ooh, where?”

Snapping, I slapped my hand down on the space beside me, my gaze set and locked on her. “No one gives a shit about you, Jenny!”

“And people care about you, Zip?! Where’s your fucking dad?!”

Fire in my eyes, I lunged towards her, but felt hands grabbing onto my shoulders and sitting me back down. The hands soothingly rubbed my arms as Jenny cackled. “Come on, (Y/N), it’s just all fun here… Now, for you, your very own Ricky Berry… Stan… and Dina.”

Scratching my cheek, I rolled my eyes so far back, I could feel them do a three-sixty rotation. “Fucking hell, you never give up. Fine, I’d marry Dina, fuck Stan, kill Ricky.”

Jenny lowly whistled as the hands on my arms slowly slid away. “But Zip, I thought you two were in love,” Her grin was something of evil as her brows bounced. “You guys had so much fun, fucking at his party. Oh! Or is it because you were drunk off your ass and he wasn’t?”

“Jenny, shut the fuck up-”

“No consent whatsoever… Boyfriend of the year…”

Having Jenny see me break down in front of everyone was not a moment in time I’d ever want to experience. She already got what she wanted, a reaction from me. She didn’t need a bonus. So, standing to my feet, I darted to the locker room, trying my best to block out Jenny’s laughing. I couldn’t help the tears that cascaded down my cheeks as I stood in front of one of the mirrors, hastily wiping them away.

Why are you letting her get to you? Why are you letting Ricky get to you? He can’t hurt you anymore, stop crying about it!

The creaking of the door sent my body into a stiffened, frozen state. That was, until I heard his voice, “Hey, lovely…” Turning my head to Stan, I sighed out.

“Hey, beautiful…” I sniffled as he made his way over to me. We stood in a comfortable silence, Stan understanding that I needed a moment to compose myself. “S-Sorry about that. You know I just fucking hate her guts-”

“No, I get it. We all hate her guts.” He cracked a smile. I quietly chuckled and stuffed my hands into my hoodie pockets. “Do you wanna talk about it, (Y/N)?”

“Not really… I don’t wanna think about it right now…”

“I know, but, like, it’s good to talk to someone about… you know, traumatic things that happen so it doesn’t bottle up-”

“Yeah, I know, Stan, I just can’t- I can’t think about it right now. We can do it, like, later… Not at school.”

He slowly nodded. “Totally. I understand. So… you ready to head back out? We’re not actually scraping gum. So we can just sit and talk.”

“I’d love to just sit and talk with you.”

Ten minutes later, everyone was spread out, Syd more than anyone. I had no idea where she’d gone, but apparently she stormed out shortly after I did. I guess Jenny knew how to get under everyone’s skin that day. Said girl was sitting against a brick wall away from the bleachers, where the other two pairs of us were. Brad and Dina were hugged up on each other, whispering into each other’s ears and quietly laughing. Stan and I were on the edge of the bleachers, the boy stretched across the one on the first level, and I on the second. As he fiddled with his rubix cube, my index finger reached out and gently traced his facial features. I started off with his brow, careful of his wound on the edge. It was clearing up and that caused a smile to appear on my face. Next, I let my fingertip brush across his lashes and he furrowed his brows, trying to focus on his cube. My finger then glided down the bridge of his nose. I quietly laughed when his eyes comically crossed to look at my finger. With a giggle, Stan jutted his chin upwards to gently kiss my fingertip. “Stop distracting me.”

My hand lazily dropped to his hair as I whispered out an apology. Not too long afterwards, I heard a voice quietly call out Stan’s name, but he was too fixated on his toy. My eyes looked to Sydney, who was standing in the doorway, desperately trying to get the boy’s attention. When she called out to him again, he actually looked at her. Looking between the two of us, she frantically motioned for Stan to come outside. When he only raised a brow, she did it again. Letting out a sigh, he wordlessly handed me his cube before sitting up and following Syd out of the gym, closing the door behind him to allow them privacy. Puffing out a sigh, I began playing with the multicolored cube in my hands. I never was very good with rubix cubes, my patience always ran too thin to finish them. That time didn’t seem to be an exception, either, because minutes in, I set it down and rested my head down to hopefully sleep off the rest of detention.

As I began to doze off, I heard the double doors screech upon Sydney’s arrival. She anxiously walked past me over towards the other side of the gym, where Dina and Brad had moved to suck face. I heard her call out to her friend a few times before she loudly spoke, “Look, Dina, I need a tampon right now.”

“Just dig in my bag.”

“I… I do need you, but for… but for something else.” She stuttered out. And with that, the two exited the gym. Suspicious about what my friends were plotting without me, I slowly sat up from my lying position and sat normally on the bleacher, waiting for one of them to come back. Hearing footsteps approach me, I knew it either had to be Brad or Jenny, and I was praying to the stars it was the former. As unusual as it sounded. The bleacher moaned under Brad’s weight as he sat beside me.

“Hey, Zip,” He greeted with a smile. I side-eyed him for a second before turning my gaze to my shoes. Scoffing, he shifted his legs. “You’re ignoring me now? Oh, come on. We’re friends, Zip. Good friends.”

“We are not friends, Bradley,” I almost laughed. “You’re friends with Ricky and I want nothing to do with him, so… I guess you know where the two of us stand.”

“Okay, well… Regardless, as Ricky’s best friend, I can say for him that what he did was fucked up. Right?”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Right! But listen, we all make mistakes, Zip. Ricky really loves you, you know that, right? He would never do anything to hurt you.”

I was silent for a bit, only to prevent myself from decking Brad in the nose. “Well, he clearly didn’t love me enough. Not enough to respect my right to consent-”

“Zip-”

“And you know what, Brad?” I slowly stood to my feet. “I’ve had enough of you defending everything he does! You can tell Ricky to get lost and leave me the hell alone!”

Before he could utter another word, I marched straight through the double doors. Three figures stood ahead, and I was more than ready to push past them, but I recognized each of them. Halting in my tracks, I saw Dina, Syd and Stan all nervously staring at me. Confused, I put my weight on both my feet. “Uh… what’s going on?”

Dina was the first to answer. “We… need your help distracting the janitor to get his keys.”

“W-What? Why?”

“Well, Stan and Syd hooked up in the library and got it on camera-”

“You guys hooked up again?” I turned to my best friend, who quickly turned to Sydney. She frowned and stood up straighter.

“You told her?”

“S-She’s my best friend! She tells me when she has sex!”

Widening my eyes, I let out a scoff. “I had sex, I don’t have sex.”

“Well, whatever, can you do it?” Sydney changed the subject. I looked between the three in confusion.

“Okay, but why me?”

“Because you have boobs. Like, a nice size.”

“Uh-”

“And,” Dina cut in. “Because you’re a great actress. The best out of all of us.”

My lips quirked up into a small smile, Dina satisfied that she boosted my confidence enough for me to accept. Lucky for them, my locker was just across from the gym, so I unlocked it and pulled out a spare tee. ‘Can’t seduce anyone wearing that’, Dina told me.

Shortly after, Stan and I were in a corner as I changed my top. He was nervously staring down at his shoes as I pulled my hoodie off. “I didn’t want you to be the distraction. Are you sure you’ll be okay doing this?”

“I’m not seducing him, Stan,” I chucked my hoodie towards him. He looked up to catch it, but as soon as his eyes raked over my almost bare chest, they darted downwards again. “That’s just a back-up plan.”

“O-Oh, okay…” He nodded as I pulled my shirt on.

Minutes later, I entered the classroom Carl the Janitor had been cleaning. He looked up at me and nodded. “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hi, Carl. Listen. So, I kinda snuck out of rehearsal earlier and I need to get back into the auditorium. But guess what? The door’s locked. I really don’t want Ms Turner to find me out. Do you think you could help me? Please?” I tapped my fingertips together as he sighed.

“You know I can get in trouble doing that…”

“I-I know, but it would mean so much to me. I promise I won’t get you caught.”

“Well, what about the back entrance? She never locks those doors.”

He was right. Clearing my throat, I looked to the side. “W-Well, she did today…”

His eyes narrowed in suspicion for what felt like forever before relenting, handing his ring of keys over. “Okay, just get them back to me in twenty minutes.”

“You’re the best, thank you.” I grinned and stepped out of the room. Swinging around the corner, I found Dina and Syd waiting for me. Upon my arrival, they both grinned. “Nothing wrong with asking politely, ladies. We got less than twenty.” I cheekily smiled, handing the keys over to Sydney. Dina chuckled and crossed her arms as I took my hoodie from Syd and pulled it back on.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“The plan is quite simple.” Stan’s voice appeared as he approached us, two microwavable burritos in his hands.

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“First, we distract Whitaker with burritos. I’m gonna put these in the microwave and blast these bad boys up on high, and then…”

The explosion muffled by the closed door was enough to get Mr Whitaker rushing out of the teachers’ lounge. “What the hell- What the hell is goin’ on down there?! Jesus!”

“...Whitaker will hear it and come runnin’. When he takes off from the teachers’ lounge, the coast’ll be clear straight through to the principal’s office, and then we make our move.”

As the principal moved past the closet we were all hiding in, Stan slowly opened the door, giving the four of us the chance to run out. As Dina and I silently followed Whitaker, Stan and Syd headed towards his office, keys in the latter’s hands.

“Syd, you’re the key man… Key lady.”

“Wait, why am I the key lady?”

“Because you’re… good with your hands.”

“Ew.”

“Dina and (Y/N), you two are lookout. You keep eyes on Whitaker.”

I crouched down and peeked around the corner as Dina did the same right above me. Whitaker had just opened the door to the microwave, the smoke engulfing him as he coughed and fanned it away.

“The burrito bomb should keep him busy for awhile.”

The two of us watched in amusement as he grabbed the fire extinguisher from the fire emergency supplies and sprayed it into the closet.

“That man cannot resist a fire extinguisher, which will give us the time we need to get in. Burrito bombs are disgusting. Last time I set one off, my whole house smelled like bean farts.”

“True story.”

“Gross.”

Sooner than we expected, Whitaker took off from the crime scene in a hurried pace. Dina and I quickly rushed towards our friends, the girl waving her arms in the air as I readied the door to the closet for us.

“Anything goes wrong, lookout crew, you signal us��� and everyone take cover.”

Once Stan and Syd noticed Dina, they scurried off down the hall to hide. I pulled Dina into the closet with me and silently closed the door as we crouched down.

“That is literally the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s fair. It’s totally fair. Can you think of a better one?”

…

“Our best hiding spot’s probably behind the trophy case. And we wait…”

A collective sigh of relief filled the closet as the savior ringing echoed through the halls.

“...for the smoke alarm. Which will buy us more time. Which we will need, because there are a shit-ton of keys. Like a metric shit-ton, it’s ridiculous.”

After our principal took off away from his office again, the closet door slowly creaked open as Dina and I watched Syd and Stan successfully enter the principal’s office.

“Once we’re in, we head straight for the security system in the closet. And that’s it!”

The smoke alarm cut off its insistent ringing within seconds. My heart thumped in my throat as Whitaker’s form stormed down the hallway, towards his office in angry strides. Thankfully, Syd and Stan ducked down before he caught sight of them. As soon as he passed us, I gently nudged Dina out of the closet. “Go create some big distraction that’ll lure him away,” I whispered under my breath. “I’ll keep him from the door.” I stood up straight as Dina nodded and silently hurried down the opposite end of the hall.

“Whatever you do, do not panic. Do not bail… or we are screwed.”

Whitaker was seconds from the door and I had yet to come up with a way to get him distracted again.

“Okay, but what happens if your plan goes to shit?”

Finding the key on his ring, he began jiggling it into the lock.

“It won’t.”

I stepped out of the closet, breathing labored in panic.

“But what if it does?”

When the lock sounded, I let out an ear-splitting scream that had Whitaker jumping three feet in the air. When his gaze settled on me, he marched my way, steam practically shooting from his ears. “(Y/L/N), what the hell is the matter with you?!”

“U-Uh- Uh, something happened down that way!” I blurted out, pointing down in Dina’s direction. His head followed my finger before it snapped back to me.

“Well?! What ha-”

A crash sounded.

“Improvise.”

The poor man shook his head in exhaustion. “I’m too goddamn old for this shit…” He whined before taking off down the hall, away from his office. Once the coast was clear, Syd and Stan peeked up, watching as I gave them a thumbs-up. They gratefully smiled my way before standing and finishing the job.

“And if all goes well, as it should, we grab the footage, our sexcapade remains private, and nobody gets expelled.”

My shoulders sagged as Sydney walked out of the office with Stan behind her, holding up the flashdrive in her hand.

“Let’s hope this shit works.”

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It totally worked. After our brilliant scheme, the four of us sat in front of the lockers to rest, my form sandwiched between Stan and Dina. He kissed the flashdrive and let out a breath. “Oh, I thought we were screwed…”

“We were screwed, but holy shit, we did it.” Dina quietly laughed along with the rest of us.

“Thank you guys,” Sydney smiled, the three of us turning to her. “Seriously.” She chuckled as I reached my hand over to Stan’s pocket. Catching onto what I was doing, he fished his case out himself.

“Wonderful idea, Nugget,” He pecked the back of my hand with his lips before I could move it away and slid a joint from his case. “Any takers?”

“You’re not serious.” Dina frowned as Stan took out his lighter. He nodded to her with furrowed brows.

“He is.” I grinned fondly at my best friend as he lit up the end of his joint and inhaled the smoke before handing it over to me. I happily accepted it and took a hit as Dina glanced around us, hoping no adults were around to witness the scandalous act. She choked out a laugh when Sydney accepted the joint from me.

“Since when do you smoke weed?”

Sydney slyly smiled and stretched the smoke over to her, my own hand taking it to give her better access. “Oh, come on, Dina. Everyone’s doing it. Don’t you wanna be cool like us?” We all giggled and watched as Dina hesitantly took a hit from the joint. Her own snorting encouraged our laughter to increase, the four of us blissfully unaware of what lay ahead of us just in the locker room down the hall.

We sat in that hallway for the next half hour, talking about everything and nothing as our time of release approached closer. When the joint was finished, we entered the gym to enjoy our fading highs in peace. Dina headed over to the bleachers, and Stan and I sat on the bench beside the locker room, as Sydney headed inside to use the bathroom. The two of us sat in a comfortable silence as he shifted the colorful columns of his cube. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, and soon after, I felt his head rest against mine. “So… are you gonna need a ride home?” He whispered.

“No. Jake is picking me up.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Um… now do you wanna talk about how you’re doing? I know that, like, we’re still in school and we’re not entirely alone, but I just wanted to see how you were after you had to-”

“I’m doing better,” I interrupted his rambling. “Thank you.”

His hands froze their fiddling before one shyly crept close to mine. I felt his fingers graze my thigh as he interlocked our fingers in a tight hold. “Of course, Nugget.” He muttered right as Dina walked to the door to the locker room, giving me a smirk before walking inside. Stan then held up his rubix cube and chuckled. “Wanna try and solve it together?”

“Oh, my god, yes.” I laughed. And with that, we were using our free hands to turn and shift the cube around, hushed laughter filling the gymnasium as we told each other ‘no, not that way’, ‘turn the blue one’, and ‘yeah, yeah, that one’ for the next minute and a half of peace. Once our time was up, the door to the locker room slammed open and a teary-eyed Dina stormed out, a frantic Brad behind her.

“Babe, wait, please. Syd’s lying, I swear to god! Please! She’s lying!” As Dina walked out of the gym, Whitaker walked in, watching her go. “You’re not seriously breaking up with me right now!”

“Hey! Which one of you punks eats burritos?” Our principal shouted, Stan and I stifling our laughter in each other’s hair and shoulder. “Alright, I don’t know what the hell went on tonight, but I wanna see everyone in my office first thing in the morning!” He gave us one last look before exiting again. As soon as he was gone, Brad turned to Syd with a clenched jaw.

“I offered you a truce, and you fucked it up. This is on you. You remember that.” He pointed at her before angrily stomping out. Stan and I detangled ourselves from each other as Jenny walked out of the locker room with crossed arms.

“Ah, another day in paradise,” She looked between the three of us as her smile faded. “So, you guys wanna get wasted?”

I scoffed. “Fuck off, Jenny.”

Waving Stan and Syd goodbye minutes later, I joined Jacob in his car. He smiled over at me as I clipped my seatbelt on over myself. “So? How boring was it?”

“Oh, a total fucking snoozefest.” I rolled my eyes, my cousin chuckling and pulling off towards our home. Halfway through the car ride, I heard him turn down his music and sigh.

“Bug, what’s going on with you?”

“Huh?” I turned to him with raised brows.

“You’re… You’re different. You’re quiet, you skip dinner sometimes, you’re sleeping in. You never do that, especially the quiet part. Jesus, you’re so loud-”

“Okay, asshole, I get it!” I laughed quietly before going completely silent again. Not realizing I proved his point, I jumped when he poked my arm.

“See? Something’s wrong with you. What is it? Is it Ricky?”

“I-” I don’t know why I wanted to keep the whole situation a secret. Things like this needed to come into light and Ricky deserved to be exposed. Sensing my hesitancy, Jacob nodded.

“There we go. What did he do this time? Did he forget an anniversary? No? Did he… cheat?” Silence. “Did he do worse?” My eyes darted away. “(Y/N), did he do worse…?”

“I don’t know if I should say, Jake-”

“You absolutely should say it, (Y/N). Did he hit you?”

“No.”

“No? Did he… you know, touch you?” His tone softened as tears welled up in my eyes. “Bug, what happened…?”

“H-He raped me…” I cried and covered my face. “I got drunk on his birthday and he took advantage of it. A-And then he lied and said we were both drunk. B-But everyone else said he wasn’t even drunk.”

A beat of silence passed before the roar of the engine slid in pitch. I looked up at the houses and street signs that flew past us in a blur. “J-Jake, what are you doing?!”

“We’re gonna pay Ricky a visit.”

Before I knew it, we were in front of Ricky’s house. Jacob silently released himself from his restraint and exited the car. I sunk down in my own seat as I watched Ricky walk out of his home and towards his car. Upon seeing Jacob, he happily waved, but his smile vanished when Jacob decked him in the face so hard he fell to the ground. My breathing sped up as I jumped out of the car, speeding over to the two. “Jake! Stop!” I screamed as he straddled Ricky, landing punch after punch on his face. Ricky cried out and tried to push him off, but it was no use. Jacob was so much stronger than him. I knew pulling on him and screaming at him would do nothing, so I looked up and turned all around, watching as some neighbors peeked out their windows and front doors to watch the scene unfold. When I heard a crunch, I whipped back towards them and almost hurled at the bloodied mess that was Ricky’s face. “Jake, come on!” I screamed and pulled him off.

Stumbling to his feet, Jacob grabbed Ricky by his collar and lifted him close. “I don’t ever wanna see you near her. I don’t wanna hear that you spoke to her, I don’t even wanna know that you looked at her,” He growled, Ricky frantically nodding. “Don’t ever associate yourself with my sister ever again or I will make sure your eyes are swollen shut next time. Got it? Got it?!”

“Yes.” Ricky wheezed out before he was dropped to the ground.

“We’re going home, Jake! Jake, let’s fucking go home!” I screamed and ran to his car, getting in the driver seat. Chest heaving, he strode back over to the car and got in the passenger seat, sighing heavily as I drove away, leaving behind a groaning Ricky. I hadn’t even noticed his bloodied and bruised knuckles until I parked the car. Like a worried mother, I helped him out and over to the front porch.

“Hey, lovely!” I heard Stan call out. Looking up, I saw that he and Syd were just about to enter his house. “Do you wanna-”

I fished out my keys and hurriedly unlocked the door, pushing my cousin inside and shutting the door behind us. After ordering him into the bathroom, I found some bandages and hydrogen peroxide and joined him inside. The next few minutes were spent in silence, save for the soft hisses that escaped him when I dabbed the chemical onto his cuts. As I wrapped his hands, I felt his eyes on me. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“If he tries anything ever again, tell me immediately.”

“I know.”

“I’m serious,” He ducked his head down to meet my eyes, his own shining with unshed tears. “I promise you, he won’t lay a finger on you as long as I’m around.”

Setting down the blood-covered cotton ball, I nodded and allowed my lip to quiver.

“I know.”

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Prompt 39: Death wants you to be terrified. But the scariest thing is wanting death.

13th Doctor x female curvy reader

Warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts, alcohol and drug abuse, domestic abuse, fat phobia

I'm sorry for this. Its really depressing and I've been hesitant on letting you guys see it but I kinda like how it's written. I've made the abuser gender neutral as females can also be abusive. I promise the next one will be much happier!

"Come on (y/n), you can make it! Just jump across and reach for my hand. I promise you won't fall." The Doctors voice echoes across the widening canyon. If you looked down, you would only see pitch black. You didn't know how long you'd fall. Maybe this would be the perfect time to just go for it. Its not like you'd matter, you're only slowing the team down as is.

They wouldn't even be in this mess if you didn't slip and hit the world shattering drill, turning it on full blast. Unfortunately, you smashed the button making it unable to turn it off. Of course the only way you'd be able to turn it off is to actually go towards it. Everyone in the room screamed at you and some raised their tentacles to attack you if the Doctor didn't step in front of you. You know the Doctor noticed you flinching and your eyes gloss over and noticed you bracing for the impact.

You learned over the years to just accept your fate. You can't run from anyone when you weighed this much. You couldn't hide either, which often left you to just accept what was coming and hope nothing broke. Bruises were always easy to cover and so were any cuts but broken bones, that was always on display and you'd have to break your number one rule: never lie. You hated lying. The truth always comes out anyway so why hide it? If you hide it, you get punished worse anyway so why bother?

If you jumped and actually went with the team, you'd get questioned about earlier and about hesitating at jumping. But if you fell, would the Doctor miss you? As much as you hated to admit it, you were absolutely in love with the adorable alien. Why did you hate to admit it? Because she was a goddess and you were a waste of skin and bones. You weren't skinny and you didn't fit in with the team at all. You were only here out of pity.

You remember when you first met the team. You were the only person alive when they searched underneath the hotel. Even the spiders didn't want you. You were at the hotel because you heard about killer spiders and you wanted an out. You could never do it or something would come up stopping you from ending all your misery. You were the complete opposite of the Doctor. She was so brave and said whatever she wanted and didn't really care for the consequences.

You focused on the Doctors sparkling eyes. Despite the situation, she still sparkled with hope and encouragement. She wasn't upset with you. You really wished she was. This would be such an easier decision to make. Your head was pounding and your heart was going faster than her two hearts. Did you even want her upset? You couldn't tell, your head was spinning wildly, one thought going to another without a chance to process the last one.

You had come to a clear decision. You ran back and let momentum do its thing as your feet left the muddy gravel. You felt so free as you glided in the air for a few seconds. It was the most beautiful feeling. No punishment, no tears before going to sleep and no terror of going back home. Just you and gravity.

Then with a clearer mind you regretted your choice. You were horrified. You weren't ready. It wasn't time yet. Graham can't lose you. He'd only recently lost his wife. He'd feel the same as you and that thought terrified you. He'd survived cancer and gained himself a new family. He can't be like you. Ryan needed him, wether he was willing to admit that or not.

Suddenly you panicked and last minute reached your hand out hoping you'd grab something. Anything. You felt a soft warm object and latched on for dear life. You were then lifted up and onto soil. You focused on your breathing a moment and waited for your heart to calm down. You looked up and saw what, or rather who, saved you. You shouldn't have been so surprised to see the Doctors worried face above yours. She gave you a questioning look, knowing the question, you nodded your head and she straightened herself and helped you up.

"That was great (n/n)! So brave of you! Let's go gang, we've gotta turn this drill off before it splits the planet in half!" She shouted as she ran forward, seemingly knowing the way. She didn't let go of your hand until you reached the drill about 10 minutes later. You couldn't help the blushthat formed on your cheeks. The Doctor quickly opened a panel on the side of the drill.

The drill was massive, bigger than the Eiffel Tower and that what was on surface level, it went down much deeper that it had reached halfway to the liquid nitrogen that ran in this cold planet where our magma centre would be. The drill itself was purple and spherical. The panel box was the size of a human head which was about the size of the civilisations sucker pads. Inside were 3 buttons and 1 lever. You needed to type the pattern that would gain the access to the drill and force stop. If it goes wrong, it speeds up rendering this planet uninhabitable.

You watched as the Doctor quickly typed the pattern in. Red,blue,red,red,red,blue,black,black,blue. That was the pattern she quickly pressed in and held the lever down for 10 seconds. Soon the drill came to a halt and the planet was peaceful once again. You all let out a sigh of relief as it stopped.

You made your way back to the chief of the race and explained that they should dismantle and never use that drill again unless they plan to empty the panet of everything it has within. He quickly agreed and the fam made their way back to the TARDIS.

As soon as tye TARDIS was parked on the edge of your solar system, you got into your comfy clothes ready to nap or maybe play a few games to slow your adrenaline until you were tired enough for a full nights rest. You played a few rounds of uno and some poker where you used some bits of metal instead of chips. Eventually everyone had left except you and the Doctor.

You made your way to the doors of the ship and settled down just watching the stars in front of you. If the sentient machine hadn't already been aware of your darkest thought, you would have jumped out there and been amongst them. Just floating eventually turning to nothing but bones drifting, maybe to never be found. All the sights you've seen and yet this is where you were the most impressed. This was your home, your galaxy and because of all the light pollution, you had never been fully aware of how many neighbours you had because you had been literally blind. This was only stuff captured and faked and now, it's forever in your mind.

You heard movement and a shuffle next you. You knew who it was because she was the only other person awake and you knew she was going to ask and not let it drop until you tell her truth. And you were going to give her it but that doesn't mean you were ready to do so but you had to, someone had to know. Maybe you wanted help or maybe just someone to listen and know everything making you mentally naked in front of them.

The Doctor waited a few moments. She was figuring out how to word it without sounding horrible. "Is everything alright at home?" She asked her voice laced with genuine concern. "Sorry if this sounds a bit abrupt but let me explain. You've been really weird lately. You hardly speak and when you its with as few words as possible, you keep going elsewhere mentally and Rassilion forbid anyone getting angry with you! I also noticed how you hesitated today when jumping and I saw your worry and panic when you jumped. I think I know but I can't help you if you don't at least tell me what is going on! And don't change the subject or anything, just answer me please. I lo-. I can't lose you too." Her voice raised a little as she panicked just speaking about it. Halfway through she grabbed both of your hands and continued her speech.

You looked deep into her eyes for any sign of a lie but there wasn't one. Just like at the canyon, her eyes showed nothing but love. Maybe you should tell her, just her. No Yaz, no Graham and no Ryan. Just you, The Doctor and the TARDIS. You looked away for a moment as you collected your thoughts. However, as you opened your mouth and tried to speak, you found no voice. You couldn't tell her about them. Lord knows what she's capable of. But you've been looking for an out for so damn long. Maybe this is it. She's your out, no death involved.

You walked towards a panel in the console and pushed your hands inside and focused. You focused on the worst time it happened. You concentrated on the fear and everything attached. You couldn't tell her, but you could show her. The TARDIS disappeared into the vortex but didn't seem so sure on landing. She was picking it all up, she felt everything you did and she did not like going. "Please baby girl, I need her to know. I need help but I can't tell her. She's my only out that doesn't involve death and that terrifies me! Please. I understand your hesitation but she needs to see." You spoke mentally to the sentient blue box. She made a sad sound as she gently landed in the moment.

The Doctor looked at you bewildered. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape. You walked up to her and grabbed her hand reassuringly. You led her to the doors that separated her from your darkest secret. You took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

You appeared to be in the basement of your house. You walked up the stairs and took her to a storage room where she could see it happen. You sat in silence for a few minutes only the sounds of breathing and your heartbeat could be heard.

You knew this day off by heart, it plagued your nightmares often. It all started to sweet and went sour so quickly. At this time you were currently on your way back from doing your weekly shop to Tescos making sure you didn't forget their vodka and gin on your way to pay. Thankfully, the shop was only 10 minuets away and you doubted that the TARDIS would make you wait longer than nessacary. Just as the Doctor opened her mouth to speak the door opened and in walked an 18 year old you.

You set the bags down and started sorting the items into their new places. The canned foods go in the cupboard and the meat goes into the fridge. There were loads of food and stuff to go through and place properly. After you placed the last can of baked beans into the cupboard, the door swung open, nearly breaking the door.

They came home from their dealers place early. They stunk of weed and alcohol and had a little white powder around their nose. They looked like they had a good time until they had to come home. It was their dealers birthday so he was having a brothel themed party meaning there were strippers, pole dancers and prostitutes as well. The dealer was a rich guy who practically ran this city. The cops couldn't do anything as he could always bail himself out of jail.

They looked you in your comfy clothes and scoffed. They looked angry. "Why aren't you in your normal clothes babes? I thought I told you to throw away all of that shit. Come on now. Don't tell me I wasted all my well earned money on those clothes I specifically chose for you?"

You shuddered, both in the past and now except now they only made bile rise into your throat. You were so young and vulnerable. Now you know better.

The past you quickly scampered off to get changed. After only 5 minutes you reappeared in what was sexy school girl. The blue miniskirt covered less than most underwear so you were forced to wear a thong. The shirt was a bralet that barely covered your nipples. Your hair was in pigtails and you wore thigh highs. The sight made you silently sick in your mouth. You looked pathetic and weak.

You looked at them expectingly. You were waiting for your next order from them. They seemed to drool at the sight of you. "That's better babes. Why didn't you go shopping like that? Show the world your fat ugly figure? I want you to walk out there and see that no one else wants you but here I am, loving you. I am the only one who will ever like you in the way we have now. Your lucky I've had some fun tonight. All I want is my vodka and a new blunt darling"

You quickly went and grabbed their stuff and walked towards them as they settled in front of the TV. They turned the TV on and put Love Island on. How you hated that show. It made you feel bad for being the size you are. The women on there were beautiful but you also knew that, that kind of beauty costs money. So while your partner had fun watching the show for the romance, you watched it to spot what part of them was bought and what was real. Almost all the women had fake teeth and breasts. You hated how your partner would make snide comments on how they looked compared to you.

"You should be looking like Becky ya know. Beautiful teeth, big perky tits and a fucking great ass. What do you have? Flabs!" And there was the first comment of the day. The first of 30, you counted.

"Yeah well you are fucking broke so I can't look like fucking fake ass Becky or the others!" You thought. Then the Doctor gave you a look of shock and pity and then you realised you said that aloud. Not loud enough for them to hear you but enough for the Doctor.

"Make yourself fucking useful and make me some dinner. I fancy a steak and chips." They ordered as you got up and waddled over to the kitchen. A few minutes in you realised you put too much oil in the pan for the steak but the steak was already in and cooking quick. So quick that it started to smoke just a little bit. You tried blowing it away from them before they realised that you fucked up their dinner but ut was too late. They were already on their feet a marching towards you.

"I'm so sorry. I accidentally poured too much oil in. I'm so sorry. I have a spare steak, you can have my meal for tonight, I could do with skipping a meal anyways, helps me lose weight!" Past you was panicked and present you wasn't much better. Even though you were safe from them, they still made you uneasy. If you were to ever see them again, you'd freeze. They made your blood run cold. Even their voice sent unpleasant shivers down your spine.

"You better make me another steak but I still have to punish you. You fucked up, a lesson needs to be learnt." They said scarily politely. They grabbed your left arm and marched you towards the sink. They also grabbed the burning pan and pinned you so you had no escape as they poured the boiling oil onto your skin. You knew not to scream do you bit into your other arm knowing a bite out of it is better than causing more punishments for screaming.

When they were done left to watch the TV and you knew what that meant. You had to cook the spare steak and make there meal before you can get proper treatment at the hospital. Through your tears of agony, you quickly ran your burnt and bleeding arm under the cold water of the sink. You bit deeper into your other arm and tasting blood, but thay didn't stop you until the left one had cooled down. Then you got an old shirt, ripped 2 pieces of fabric off and wrapped them around both arm Injuries. You then continued their meal.

Once they had the meal they kicked you and punched you in the stomach because the chips were slightly cold and then they drove you to the hospital as they promised. When you had left you didn't realise you had been crying until a drop fell on your arm. You walked out of the storage room and sat on the sofa, turning the TV off.

The Doctor looked shocked for a moment before walking over and kneeling in front of you. The Doctor went silent for a moment. Before she could speak, you decided to speak first.

"I couldn't tell you because I couldn't think if a nice way of telling you. I didn't want to appear weak to you." You cried as your voice cracked in the middle due to the tears and the strain. The Doctor looked at you in pity and disappointment.

"This does not make you weak. Being abused does not make you weak. Because being abused is like being tortured by someone who supposed to love you and cherish you. They are meant to protect you from danger not be the danger. I would never hurt you. I know that I put you in risky situations but believe me, I would never intentionally put you in danger. You mean too much to me" The Doctor softly spoke with tears making a little river down her soft cheeks and onto your black carpet below.

"Before I met them, I was like you or Yaz. I was so happy at everything. Very little could bring me down. But I met them and started dating them and suddenly, my world of sunshine faded to grey. There was no light. I wanted to die Doctor. When you found me at that spider hotel, I wanted to be free from them as I couldn't do it. I can't because they'd kill me. I don't want to be alive whilst I'm with them. I have so many scars from either them or me trying to end my own life and that the scariest thing. Death wants us to be terrified but wanting to die is so much more terrifying Doctor, I know that." You cried as you emptied all you could to her. The Doctor was silent for a moment, taking in everything you said. Waves of emotion flashed through her, anger, sadness, pity and something you couldn't quite place.

"You said wanted. That's past tense. You said wanted to die. What changed? What made you want to live?"

"You did. You saved me from the spiders. You gave me a temporary out of the relationship for a while. You made me smile for the first time in 3 years! You made me laugh. The world of grey is now full of sunshine and rainbows Doctor. You also saved me today. When I jumped across that canyon, I jumped to end my life. I made a mistake that nearly ended a planet! If I wasn't so fat and clumsy maybe i-"

"Don't you dare say that! You are not fat (n/n). Yes you have more plush to your body but you are not fat. I hate that word. Its such a nasty word. You are gorgeous, amazing and so brilliant. You can't see what I see and I really wished you could for just one moment. You are worthy of being loved and cared for. You are precious, rare, one of a kind. I've never met anyone like you. There's always some skinny, fake bodied and caked up women but there's no one with as much natural beauty as you! Let's get back to the TARDIS and we'll talk more when looking at the stars because I can see that being here isn't doing you any favours" The Doctor spoke with such passion that you started to believe that her words held more than those of a supporting friend would.

Once the TARDIS was parked in the Milky Way you settled by the door once again and found yourself accompanied by the sweet alien. You both sat there for a moment just content with wrapping your heads around what's just happened. You looked over to the blonde and noticed how the stars made her glow in such an ethereal way that you felt almost compelled to worship her. Maybe you should after everything she's done for you. Her eyes sparkled with si many emotions from the past senario.

"Are you still with them?"

"Why do you think I never left this place? I mean even if could, I wouldn't want to but it's mainly because if I go back home, I'll come back with more injuries. I feel safer with you. You are my sunshine and rainbows and they are my storm clouds. Whilst I'm here, I'm alive and mostly unbroken. Whilst I'm there, I'm as alive as a puppet and severely broken. I can't leave, not on my own anyway."

The Doctor looked at you in thought. "The starlight compliments you. You look so pretty and almost angelic. I just wish they never hurt my angel. My innocent angel had broken wings and I'm going to fix what the Devil broke, I promise. Just hold on, I'm going to take us somewhere."

You held the nearest crystal as the TARDIS transported you somewhere but it seemed like the sentient machine was determined to take you there as quick as she could. As you opened the doors you noticed a familiar smell of weed mixed with alcohol. You heard the familiar tune of Love Island and knew exactly where you were. You were home. The Doctor saw your hesitation and whispered softly, "I want you to pack everything you want. I've written a note for them to find. I'm going to put it on the bed. If they notice you scream for me and I'll be there. They will not hurt you much, hopefully not at all. I just need to do something in the TARDIS before I help you." She turned and left into the TARDIS and disappeared down a corridor.

The atmosphere sent chills down your spine and you were frozen. The TARDIS seemed to notice and words of encouragement were sent into your head which helped you move towards your bedroom. You quickly buy quietly opend your suitcase and started to fill it with clothing and hygiene products. As you entered the bathroom a bottle of their shampoo fell into the tub giving you away. You knew you only had so long before they came in and hurt you so you closed the door and barricaded it with whatever you could.

As you pushed the last cabinet to the pile they roared through the wooden door. "Let me in you fat dumb bitch. You've been gone for 3 weeks and you've got some balls coming back! You're lucky I haven't burned all your shit! Where have you been?"

Your heart ran at an extremely fast pace nd you knew only one person could help you now. And so you screamed her name so loud it hurt your throat bit that didn't stop you. You screamed until you heard talking. You couldn't understand what was said but suddenly a thud was heard and then silence.

"Hey Starlight! It's only me. I've taken care of them. They're not dead but in a venishion aikido. They can't move, they're paralysed. You can come out and finish packing"

You moved everything out of the door and opened it to a view you expected. The Doctor with 2 fingers to their pulse point on their neck. The Doctor smiled at when they saw you. You finished packing and zipped the bag up. Then Yaz walked in with her police uniform on and arrested them for domestic violence and many other things. Now you understood why The Doctor left, it was to get Yaz as a back up option to completely take them out of your life.

The Doctor helped open doors for you as you got your room and you set the suitcase to one side to empty another day. You both sat down on your bed. The sound was filled with nothing but 2 lifeforms breathing and the TARDIS faint buzzing. You two stayed like this, staring into each other, trying to read the others emotions. But we all know what The Doctor is like, she can't stay silent for long.

"I had to save you because as long as you were with them, you weren't ever going to be truly happy. I didn't want my big bright star to turn into a black hole, I wanted her to be a supernova. My Starlight deserves to be happy."

"You keep saying my Doctor. And you asked if I was still with them and then when I basically said yes, you quickly, as in a rush, sent us home so I could leave them. You keep saying all these things about me. You held my hand from the canyon to the drill. You are always the first to check on me and you always make sure I'm OK first even if I'm the farthest person from you! Doctor, be honest, I don't want any more bullshit. Doctor why?" You spoke softly but with determination. The Doctor blushed and shifted her gaze to the stars and quietly gulped. She knew this day would come. The day her secret was revealed. And she dreaded her answer and she dreaded your reaction. And whilst she figured out what to say, you already knew the answer.

You gently grabbed her chin and made her look at you. Once her gaze caught yours, you smiled and placed your lips to her soft ones. Quickly she caught up and kissed you back with all the love and passion she could muster. She wanted to relay that she did love you and that she would do exactly as she said earlier, she would cherish you.

As for you, you smiled. You finally had an out that didn't end in death but instead ended with the same love that you yearned for, for years.

[yamithediaperdork]

Welcome to baby land (Ben 10)

it was a tale as old as time, one that had happened before, would happen this day and despite the fall out from today's events would happen again in the future.

A young boy, fueled by fetish desires and spending hour after hour, day after day bringing himself to the peak as he looked at his chosen fetish, only to pull back last second.

Because the boy knows for what he wants, for what he's going to do.. he needs that desperate pent up denial of release to shut down his common sense. to make him nice and dumb.

His name was Ben Tennyson, and up until a short while ago he had been the hero of the universe and earth. But that was before the watch had been taken, and given to his cousin Gwen who had been picked as being a most reasonable hero. with cutting remarks that he would of never gotten the watch for as long as he had had it's marker realized who was wearing it, and being called to immature.. was it any wonder a bitter and dejected Ben cut himself off from his extended family and drove into the world of porn?

never mind he had beaten off a alien invasion, a 'pants peeing doofus' couldn't be trusted with the watch.

Fine. whatever. if they wanted to look at him as a stupid big baby.. that's what he'd become.

He didn't even like diapers at first when he started, but well.. porn has a way of warping a young boy's mind. Looking at picture after picture, caption after caption and reading the stories Ben for all intents and purposes turned himself in a diaper boy, and a humiliation junkie.

Taking birthday money he even found and brought a package of punishment diapers meant for shaming (though he got it at a discount as the shop was being put out of business) that were super thick, boasted how they could hold any mess.. and also claimed they didn't keep any stink from being contained and guaranteed diaper rash if used.

For a porn addicted loser like Ben, this was pure gold and since he paid for rush devilry he got a enema bag and a small bottle of little crampers, the enema for brats.

Ben knew what he wanted, total, public humiliation but he kept ruining it for himself with self pleasure driving the need out of his mind before he could do it.

finally, Mid October the little porn fueled loser decided enough was enough, he was gonna stop wasting his time and the diapers he'd paid for and set himself up to goon. For a week strait he subjected himself to it, and by the time he was done on Sunday night, Monday morning the little loser set himself up to fail.

waking up early, Ben used the whole bottle of little crampers even though it said to just mix 1/8 with a litlre bag for a enema kit, and groaned and whimpered as he used it, hot water and a dash of castor oil in the big enema bag, only his bulky white and black t-shirt hid the preggo belly he gave himself.

getting back to his bedroom and cramping, the soon to be ruined diaper loser looked at the pack of his punishment diapers and having not worn one till today, toyed with layering at first but they just looked too thick.

Settling on one of the bulky diapers with it sobbing crybaby design, he taped it on then tried the tapes, blushing as the package lived up to it's name.

Once taped on it would take 2 hours for the tapes to come back off, he was truly trapped. again a normal boy of Ben's age would of been panicking, realizing they had gone too fair but Ben just breathed fast, and smiled as he picked his baggiest pair of pants and was delighted that they still only JUST hid the diaper, if he bent over his padded shame would be CLEAR.

Getting down stairs and getting breakfast in himself, he was already seated as his parents came down and made small talk with them even as the delightful cramps started to build. (he'd never admit it, well at least before today's events unfolded but he'd grown to like pain, it made his heart beat fast and smile)

Still he couldn't help but squirm and groan a little bit, and got looks of concern from his parents as he finished his bowl of cereal.

"Benny you feeling alright?" His mother asked, coming over and putting a hand to his forehead. "You can stay home today if your not feeling good."

"N-No I'll be alright. just worried about a math test." Ben said, mixing truth with lies,then added: "Besides, you and dad said you were BOTH gonna be out all day today. who'd stay with me?"

"Heh, He's got a point there.. and good on you Ben. I'm proud your being mature enough not to try and get out of a test." His dad said, totally misunderstanding the happy giggle Ben let out.

His father might of thought it was Ben was so happy he was proud of him, But for diaper bitch Benny, the irony of the comment almost made him ruin the fun early.

If Ben's plan had one flaw (well one he'd admit to) it was the fact that he hadn't taken into account how much slower he'd be having to waddle his massive diaper butt to school with the added fun of having to stop 3 times to force himself not to spoil the fun early.

He'd even left a little sooner then normal, his parents had been quick with their breakfast and he 'accidentally' left his house key on the desk in his room and after making sure the front door was locked, went out the back door as you could lock it from the inside while the door was open.

'No getting out of this by running home!' Ben gleefully thought.

He barley made it into homeroom before the bell rang, though since he was known to be tardy from time to time it didn't raise too much attention, get getting a snide comment from his homeroom teacher about gracing them with his presence.

Even better, home was also his math class and that was going to be first period (which was a good thing for the ever so full little perv as his 'chocolate mud baby' wasn't going to stay in him much longer.)

Mr. Fillawick wasted little time in handing out the tests and after a standard warning that he'd tolerate NO cheating and there was going to be NO bathroom breaks, he offered anyone who had to go a chance to use the potty now.

'OK..this is it..your last chance.. you could just say you need to go, and sneak out the school.fill your diapers in the woods and get out of them once the tapes give up.' Ben thought to himself, biting his lip.

it wouldn't be destroying himself in class and getting him labeled stinky baby for the rest of the year, but it would land him in hot water with the school and his parents and he'd run the risk of being seen outside right?

He almost started to raise his hand when his inner pervert took over and he just turned it into brushing his hand though his hair.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. you'll have a hour to do the test. good luck." Mr. Fillawick said and shrugged, going back to his desk and sitting down, doing whatever it was teachers did.

Five minutes later and Ben was in a mixture of heaven and hell. he was twitching and sweating a little bit, his pencil twitching in his hand even as he started to leak in little bursts against the front of his diapie.

the cramps were at the point of no return and even if Ben said fuck it and got up to run, he wouldn't of made it more then five steps.

all he'd managed to do so far was write his name on the test and the date, then the cramps had gone over board.

'Ok..Ok.. this was a mistake.. I've leaked enough boy milk to see that.. maybe.. maybe I can still just.. get out..of..' Ben thought, going white knuckled as he gripped the side of his desk with his left hand as a powerful cramp hit, a low rumbling fart coming out his backside though the sound was mostly muted.

the smell however was not as the diapers lived up to their claims and Kids around Ben wrinkled their noses and looked around looking for the source of the smell and eyes zeroing in on his as he was blushing.

"Mr. Fillawick? I think Ben needs to go to the bathroom." A redhead boy behind him said. "Or at Least can he be moved to the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Tennyson had his chance for that Mr. Randal. and I prefer he stay where I can keep a eye on him." Came the teachers amused answer.

even as the class giggled and laughed, two more rotten poots escaped and there was open cries of disgust.

"Gah, at least open a window!"

"What did you have to eat this morning, a skunk!?"

Ben whimpered and squirmed, he had the whole class basically looking at him now and the teasing and taunts had brought his pervert side back up to full power.

'It's now or never.' Ben thought, though he also knew wasn't really a option. it was more like Now or never if he wanted a semblance of control over the act.

it helped he was trembling lots now but Mr. Fillawick who'd never cared for Ben much since he was a rowdy student only watched with sadistic glee.

Ben's Pencil 'accidentally' shook out of his hand and rolled off the desk and onto the floor, and Ben made a show of just reaching into his desk to find anther one.

"Mr. Tennyson, whatever your habits in your own room may be, I run a clean Classroom." the smirking teacher said. "Bend down and point up that pencil."

"Uh..but..If I-" Ben started, putting the perfect crybaby whine in his voice.

"You'll what? fart? like you haven't been doing that already?" the teacher shot back.

Putting on a show of being embarrassed and scared (he was embarrassed but his heart was beating fast) Ben leaned over the right side of his desk and there was a gasp from the students behind him as one thing he hadn't planned on happened.

"BEN'S WEARING A DIAPER!" Hooted Crash.

"A BABY DIAPER!" a blond girl added.

"More like a BIG baby diaper!" Randal noted with amusement.

Somehow his pants must of lowered enough to flash off his embarrassing diaper! Oh god! for all of 2.4 seconds trued to stop what was about to happen but the act of leaning over had been the final trigger.

as the enema finally worked it's magic and the back of his diaper started to swell up Ben could only hear the roar of his mess and though tear filled eyes almost could swear he could see image of him in just diapers and a bib, tapping a shovel on a grave that had been filled in. the tombstone read:

RIP Ben's self respect.

as the force of the mess made Ben fall forward, landing face down and ass up, his pants failing down more so everyone could watch his diapers load up in the back (thankfully they wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing in the front!) The image of baby Ben came over and looked down with a grin at the real one.

"Welcome to baby land~ no going back now."

As Ben's life was ruined, and he was designed to never be able to get that 'excited' again unless he was crapping brains out(heck, he was going to be pulled from school and his parents would begin his new big baby life, treating him like the baby they thought he wanted to be, not knowing he was just a humiliation junkie) Charmcaster smirked in her jail cell.

Sure having to watch all the events unfold from sitting into of a toilet wasn't the way she'd hope to see the spell play out, not to mention it had been that bitch Gwen she had targeting, but this worked out in the end.

Gwen would suffer being the cousin of the big stinky baby and would likely end up having to change him and it wouldn't be too long now before her uncle broke her out. wincing as Ben started to baby babble though she did have one moment's regret.

'I mean, I'm evil and wanna take over the world but was making him a diaper perv too far?' She wondered, then smiled. 'Naaaah!'

The end