#so i found my teacher in her office (luckily she was there) and told her point-blank that i had slacked off

[itsbopp]

hey I would like to request probably fluff/comfort Gwen Stacy wherein the reader and her are close friends and that somehow reader found out gwen is spider woman and Gwen like freaks out abt it the rest can be up to you, you can remove parts of my request!

You're WHO? - Across The Spiderverse | One Shot

A/N: For sure! Happy reading!

SUMMARY: You were originally planning to have a calm night in. You didn’t expect to deal with a home invader, and you definitely didn’t expect for the culprit to be the one and only Spider-Woman.

WARNINGS: All characters are 18+. Fluff/Comfort, Swearing.

WORD COUNT: 2500+

It wasn’t often where you had the ability to stay home and relax. University was a pain, both mentally and emotionally, and quite honestly, even physically. There had been countless times where you were forced to stay up until five in the morning, just for the sake of getting yourself confidently ready for an upcoming test. Granted, your professors didn’t blatantly say that abstaining from sleep was mandatory in order to do well in your studies, but there were more times where it was implied that one needed to simply revolve their life around school if they wanted a chance at graduating with flying colors. 

But luckily, it was a Friday, and all of the at home work you typically were obligated to do wasn’t assigned for the weekend. You assumed that the teachers who taught the classes you attended understood that all of their students were slowly losing their minds, and so they decided – together – to let you rest, even if only for a few days. Still though, you planned on taking full advantage of the window of relaxation you received. Responsibilities could fall off the face of the earth for all you cared. Your main focus – now – was huddling up on the couch with a bowl of your favorite snack and looking as though you belonged there. 

And you did. For a good while. 

Until the sound of something crashing in the other room snapped you out of your comforting stupor. It sounded as though an entire shelving unit tipped over and spilled the contents of what it displayed onto the floor. Not only that, but it sounded like it was coming from the room that you and your roommate shared. Usually, you would have shrugged it off and assumed that it was just Gwen, doing whatever it was that she typically did alone, but the only issue was the fact that she wasn’t even home. You and her came into your shared apartment after school earlier in the day, but she didn’t stay for long. Something about her dad and needing to help him with whatever it was a police officer needed help with. 

You didn’t pay her any mind. You only waved her off and told her to be safe, before you resumed your mission in trying to veg out for the rest of the day. You assumed she would have been back by the evening, but then the sun faded away from the earth, and when the moon replaced it, you sent her text that questioned her whereabouts. And when she didn’t answer you, you scoffed and tossed your phone onto the coffee table in front of the couch you sat on, too lazy to worry. Only now did the thought of your phone come back to your mind, and so as you set down your bowl of half-eaten food, you tapped the screen of your device that sat right next to your dish. 

It lit up, and you were greeted with an array of text messages from Gwen. All of which were franticly sent and poorly spelled, like she had been running when she tapped her thumbs against the digital keyboard. It was amusing, and an often occurrence from the woman. Though, you still felt suspicions rise the longer you scrolled down to read over the other stuff she sent you. Random emojis that she had never used before had somehow been sent to you. And then when you eventually got to the bottom of the thread she had randomly created on your phone, your eyes slightly widened. 

There was a close up of a masked face you had the joy of meeting a few times. It looked like a selfie, but it also looked as though the person who took it was a mom who had no idea how to use the camera on their phone. It was blurry, the quality was pretty terrible, but you could still make out the covered face of Spider-Woman. The angular, sharp white eyes that stared down at the screen, voidless of any emotion because they weren’t even real irises. You couldn’t help but stand up to your feet and bring your phone with you, taking a closer look at it as your blanket fell from your body. 

Another crashing sound and a familiar expletive of ‘shit!’ came from the room that wasn’t too far from where you were. It wasn’t difficult to tell who had – poorly – snuck inside the house at… one in the morning. You let out a sigh and shoved your phone into the pocket of your pajamas, before you stepped away from the couch and walked towards wherever the sound had originally come from. You could only assume that Gwen was the culprit of all the noise that was being made, however the closer you got to the door that the sound came from, you felt a feeling of anxiety fill your stomach when the thought of some stranger actually being the one who was creating such a disturbance filled your mind. 

Even though you swore you heard Gwen’s voice just a few minutes ago, you were starting to second guess your own hearing. Still, your hesitation didn’t stop you from raising a hand up and knocking on the door. The sound was loud as your knuckles rapped against the wood, and just from the simple action, it caused another thump to reverberate from within the room. Yet another curse came from the culprit, and when you heard that familiar voice of a certain blonde again, you suddenly grew impatient, and opened up the door, not giving your friend the time to get herself collected. 

And honestly, you didn’t regret your decision when you pushed the door open to reveal Gwen, who just barely managed to kick a bundle of white, black, and pink fabric under her bed. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed in skepticism, while your friend put her arms behind her back and straightened up casually at the sight of you. Her blonde hair was messy, pieces of it sticking up, as though she had rubbed a balloon on her head, and the oversized band t-shirt she had put on was actually backwards, which allowed you to see the back graphic. Your lips parted slightly in confusion as your eyes lowered down to take in the rest of her form, and you let out a breathless chuckle of amusement when you saw her mismatched socks and the inside out cotton shorts she had shuffled into.

“Um…” You didn’t even know what to say, but the sound of your voice caused Gwen to stand up straighter and send you a very suspiciously innocent grin. It showed off the gap between her white teeth, and although you wanted to cut to the chase and interrogate her on where she had gone, you couldn’t help the flutter of endearment that filled your chest and quickly took the form of a smile on your lips. Although, as much as you wanted to dwell on the natural cuteness your best friend exuded, you focused on the main reason as to why you entered her room. “So… where have you been?” you asked her, before you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced down at your feet awkwardly. “Your texts today were a little… interesting.” 

“Oh, really?” Gwen let out a laugh at your statement, which caused you to lift your head and meet her blue eyes. She tapped her socked foot impatiently as she shrugged her shoulders to try and prove that she had no recollection of the weird texts she sent you throughout the day. “That’s weird. I uh… I must’ve, like… butt texted you or something.” 

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, though it was entirely rhetorical, considering your eyebrows raised up to show that you didn’t believe her lie at all whatsoever. “Did, uh… Spider-Woman take your phone or something and butt text me, too?” At your words, her casual demeanor crumbled, and you almost smirked to yourself when you saw the look of panic that flashed over her features, before it vanished, and a look of faux perplexion painted her expression instead. 

“I… what…?” Gwen gestured her hands up to try and play off her ignorance, but you only reached into your pocket to pull out your phone once more. As you turned it on and unlocked it, you could sense the way she quietly walked over to you to look down at the evidence you were about to show her. Of course, you didn’t need to say a single thing to try and prove your suspicions. Simply going to her contact and looking at the messages that were shared between the two of you, she immediately spotted that blurry picture of her in her suit. It was a terrible selfie, but it still didn’t make it too difficult to recognize who the culprit of the photo was. “Okay… um…” 

You cut her off before she could say some other boldface lie. Shutting off your phone, you dropped it back into your pocket, before you looked up at the blonde with a furrowed expression. “So, is there anything you want to tell me, Gwen?” You already had your suspicions that the woman was doing something on the down low – something that you couldn’t know about. But the last thing you thought was that she was the one and only Spider-Woman. Sure, it was a theory that circled around your mind every once in a while, but you always thought that the girl was way too clumsy to be New York's friendly neighborhood superhero. 

Maybe it was all a front. Maybe she wasn’t clumsy at all. 

“Okay, look–” Gwen stepped back from you and raised her hands up in surrender, which caused your own body to turn and face her own. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while that I’m – you know – but I never did because I knew that would have put you in danger, and I don’t want anything to happen to you, and so I just never did that because the number one thing in those secret superhero movies that people watch is to never ever tell the people you care about that you’re the superhero.” She was frantically rambling, but you still managed to catch everything that she told you. You slowly nodded your head in understanding, and just as she was about to open her mouth again, you raised your hand up, which caused her to pause. 

“I get it, Gwen,” you muttered, “don’t worry.” 

“You can’t tell anyone about this, Y/n,” Gwen quickly replied, as she stepped closer to you and clasped her hands down onto your shoulders. “If anyone else finds out that I’m… you know – her… then I’m screwed.” Her tone was pleading, and you could tell that she was clearly worried about your knowledge of who she was. You attempted to assure her that you weren’t going to out her, but she had spoken before you could say anything… again. “And – please delete that picture. People can’t know that you’re – that I’m… just delete the picture,” she rambled, which earned a slow nod from you, as you reached into the pocket of your PJ’s again, fishing for your phone. “You’re the only person that knows. I’d like to keep it that way, so please, please don’t say anything–” 

“Gwen, hey,” you called her name, which caused the blonde to immediately close her mouth and meet your eyes. “I’m not going to say anything to anyone, okay?” you reassured her, before you lifted up the screen of your phone and deleted the blurry selfie of her as Spider-Woman right in front of her. “Your secret is safe with me, alright? My lips are sealed.” 

“Okay.” Gwen breathed out a sigh of relief as she nodded her head, her hands falling away from your shoulders. “Thank you,” she said, which earned a simple shrug from you, before you put your phone back into your pocket, for the umpteenth time. “You’re not mad at me, right?” she suddenly asked, causing you to roll your eyes lightheartedly and let out a small laugh. 

“No, of course not, Gwen,” you replied. “I understand why you didn’t say anything. I just kinda wish you told me a little sooner.” 

Gwen brought a hand up to rub at the back of her neck and glanced down at the floor. “Yeah… I probably should have, but…” She shrugged her shoulders as she dropped her arm back to her side. “I didn’t want to risk it,” she admitted, her eyes lifting to meet yours again. “Being the face behind Spider-Woman’s mask is kind of something that I don’t want anyone to know, but…” 

“Now I know,” you finished sympathetically, which earned a small nod from your friend. You breathed in at that, understanding the worry that probably instilled her. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, knowing that you’re Spider-Woman makes me feel a little safer.” 

“Only a little?” Gwen questioned, which earned a scoff from you, as you turned around and started making your way out of her room. 

“Don’t push it, Spider-Woman.” 

You smiled to yourself when you heard Gwen let out a chuckle from behind you. 

BONUS: 

The light from the television was the only thing that illuminated the living room, as Gwen leaned into your side with your favorite blanket draped over her. She had stolen most of it, but the warmth of her body against your side was a valid replacement. You and her were both focused on the show the two of you religiously binged together, and although you were very intrigued by the plot of it, there was still a question that lingered in the back of your mind. Although your best friend had asked you not to see her any differently due to her being Spider-Woman, you couldn’t help the confusion that formed when you thought about how she became the superhero everybody knew and loved. 

As Gwen fidgeted with your hand that hung over her shoulders, you leaned your head back against the couch and spoke up, your voice distant, since the show before the two of you still slightly hypnotized you. “Hey Gwen.” Your friend hummed in response to your call of her name, and so you continued, mindlessly. “I’ve been wondering,” you started, before you swallowed and licked your lips thoughtlessly. “How did you become Spider-Woman?” Your question earned a loud sigh from her, which caused you to furrow your eyebrows and look down at her, which didn’t really do any justice, since you could only see part of her face as she continued to stare at the TV. “What? Is that a bad question to ask?” 

“No, just…” You felt her shrug against you and shuffle slightly, which caused you to raise your arm up and let her lay her upper body across your legs. “Out of all the questions you could have asked me, it’s that one?” You looked down at her and met her eyes. You couldn’t help but trace the finer details of her face for a moment, before she folded her hands together and rested them against the middle of her chest. “It’s a long story,” she told you softly. Her voice grabbed your attention again, and you showed that you were listening when you hummed. “Do you… want to hear it still?” 

You sent her a small smile and nodded. “Of course I do.” 

Gwen nodded her own head and pressed her lips together, before her fingers started drumming against the back of her own hands. “Okay, well…” She trailed off and let out a quiet breath. “It all started when I was bitten by a radioactive spider…”

(Insert Spider-Man theme music here)

#spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy x reader #itsv x reader #atsv x reader

[fruitylo0pz]

A Perfect Fit (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!Teacher!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (with fluff towards the end), dom!Larissa, fingering, neck biting, cunnilingus 

A/N: Jealous Larissa is back again, but of course she’s also soft because I am so, so weak for her. It has been proofread, but as I've mentioned in every fic I am doing 20 things at the same time and can't concentrate for the life in me so I apoligise for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: ~2.9k

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It had been two months since your last date, and Larissa barely noticed you. It made you furious because she had seemed so keen, but all of a sudden out of nowhere? Nothing. It was as if you were invisible to her. Now, it was time for your office party, and you had found another date. You bought the dress months ago, and you had actually bought it because you thought Larissa would appreciate it. You didn’t want to let it go to waste, so you had asked Alex, one of the baristas at the Weathervane if she wanted to go and luckily she did. She wasn’t really your type and you knew she had a reputation but you just wanted someone to take your mind off of Larissa, as wrong as that might have been.

You had been dancing with Alex non-stop when you noticed Larissa staring. She was sitting at her table with a drink, and she had a stern look on her face. You grinned to yourself, and you did like her staring. Maybe she finally realised what she’s missing out on.

“Wanna sit down, Y/N? This dancing has me exhausted!” You laughed before taking her hand and leading her back to your table. You wanted to enjoy the date, and you did to some degree. But Larissa’s look also awakened something in your core that you couldn’t seem to tame. You tried to dismiss it when you noticed her walking over to your table. The knot in your core tightened even more.

“Ms. Y/L/N, may I have a word with you?” Her voice demanding. She would not take no for an answer.

“Of course, Ms. Weems. I’m sorry, Alex. I’ll be right back, okay?” Alex nodded and smiled and went to get another drink.

“What is it, Larissa? I’m not at work now, and if you hadn’t noticed, I actually have a date.” Her boldness annoyed you. You were of course still extremely attracted to the tall goddess, but you’d rather she didn’t know that.

Larissa just looked at you with the same stern look. “My office. Now.” you were far too weak for her, and you agreed even though you were still annoyed with her dismissing you so easily.

As soon as you entered her office, she locked the door and you huffed “I asked you what you want. You took me away from my date, and I look smashing today. At least someone knows how to appreciate my effort.” you crossed your arms, and you actually wanted to leave.

She slowly walked towards you, and you gulped. No matter how annoyed you were, her presence made you weak. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how sexy you are? Your effort? I noticed the second you walked in. I notice you the second you enter any room.” Her face was neutral, but the tone of her voice told you that she was genuine.

“Really? It doesn’t seem like it. You have basically ignored me since our last date. I enjoyed myself and I thought you did too, but I guess I just wasted your time. And if you’re not planning on telling me what you want, I’m going back to Alex.” At this point, you were seething. Sure, she was your boss but she was not above you as a human being and she had no right to act like this. 

“I have been involved in an investigation, and I’m not at fault here but to protect the school, the students and my staff, I have had to keep my distance. I can’t tell you more than that, but you deserve to know why I have seemed distant and uninterested.” She actually seemed upset, and you were left speechless. She hadn’t ignored you. 

“I- You mean… You’re still interested in me?” You could barely utter any words, still shocked by her confession. 

She moved closer, trapping you between her and the door. “Seeing you with someone else made me furious. Seeing you getting all dressed up for another woman? It made my blood boil.” she ran her fingers through your hair as she leaned down to kiss you. You eagerly met her lips, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her closer. Your tongues danced a slow and sensual dance, making your knees weak and your mind foggy.

Her lips moved down towards your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “Tell me who you belong to, Y/N.” 

You whimpered and answered her with a breathy voice “You. I belong to you, Larissa.” she bit your neck, making you moan. 

“That’s right, Y/N. You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you. Now, come here.” she grabbed your hand and led you over to her desk and bent you over it. 

She started pulling up your dress, revealing your new lingerie. “You bought this for her too?” Her voice was angry and you could tell that it really bothered her. Her nails dug into the skin on your thighs, and you smiled.

“No, I bought it for your eyes to admire. I bought it months ago, and I was going to wear it on our next date.” You loved that she was so possessive, even though you weren’t actually a couple and you hadn’t slept with her yet. 

“It looks stunning, darling. But now I need you without it.” She slowly pulled down your panties while kissing your ass. Her lips on your skin made you even more wet than you already were, and you could feel it dripping down your thighs.

“Oh, look how desperate you are for me.” Larissa’s voice was low, almost whispering. She quickly turned you over and placed you on her desk. “Spread your legs for me.” you followed her order, and she smiled. 

“Please touch me, Larissa.” your voice was desperate and you didn’t even care. You needed her. You needed her touch. Her tongue. Anything.

She kneeled down and didn’t waste a second. She devoured you immediately, grabbing your thighs. “Mine.” you could feel her tongue spelling a word you never thought would feel so delicious on your clit, and it sent electric waves through your body. 

She slipped two fingers inside you, curling them to reach your magic spot. Fuck, her gorgeous hands and long fingers were even more skilled than you thought they would be. Her tongue circled your clit in a steady pace as her fingers went harder. “Oh, Larissa, I- I can’t hold back.” you uttered in between whimpers and moans.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, darling.” It sent you right over the edge and you gasped for air while your entire body tensed up in an exploding orgasm, making you buck your hips towards her. 

You were still exhausted from the orgasm when she lifted you up and carried you over to the sofa and placed you down before spreading your legs again. “I’m not finished with you.” she looked you in the eyes while shoving her fingers back in. Your back arched immediately, and you were so hungry for her. Your walls clenched around her fingers as she growled and leaned forward to bite your neck again.

You could feel another orgasm build up as her fingers started pumping deeper and harder. “I’m going to keep you coming until you can barely remember your own name, but you’ll remember who you belong to.” The words sent you over the edge in yet another intense orgasm, but she didn’t slow down. 

She continued in the same pace, fucking you hard. Your orgasms kept coming non-stop, your entire body twitching and writhing. You couldn’t even moan anymore, you just kept whimpering and gasping. “Now, let’s go back to the party. It will look bad if I’m away for too long.” disappointed, you fixed your dress and your makeup. 

You could barely walk, and your breathing was still mildly erratic. You smiled, but had hoped she would let you return the favour. You desperately wanted to taste her. “Larissa, do we have to go back?” You know you sounded whiny and begging, but you just wanted her.

She smiled and kissed you before grabbing your hand and guiding it under her dress. “You’ll take care of this later, but now we have to go back, my love.” your eyelids fluttered when you felt her damp panties, but you knew you had to wait. She made sure to fix her hair and makeup, and you went back to the party.

As you entered the room, you saw Alex dancing with one of the substitute teachers and you rolled your eyes. Now you knew why she had a reputation, but considering you were moaning with Larissa’s fingers inside you a few minutes ago, you didn’t even care. 

“I’m sorry, Larissa. Really, I just wanted a distraction and Jericho isn’t exactly a big town. I guess I just wanted to make you jealous.” You felt bad about the whole thing, and it was important to you that Larissa knew how you felt.

“Y/N, you didn’t know what was going on. I would have told you if my hands weren’t tied, but it’s over now. I promise. I am so sorry I made you believe I had lost all interest in you, really.” She knew it would appear inappropriate and unprofessional, but she leaned down to kiss you again and you blushed.

“Now, there is something I’d like to ask you, Y/N. I don’t want to waste more time, and I know I already asked you who you belong to, but that was in a far different setting than this right here. Would you let me call you my girlfriend?” You could feel your eyes tearing up, and you wanted to squeal.

“Yes, Larissa! Yes. I want to be your girlfriend.” you blushed at the thought, and you had been waiting for this moment, although you had almost lost all hope.

Larissa kissed you again before taking your hand in hers. A perfect fit, you thought to yourself. The party was coming towards an end, and you noticed Alex leaving with the substitute teacher she had been dancing with. She didn’t even say a word, just looked at you. You were in a state of ecstasy and pure bliss, and you couldn't care less about whatsername. 

“I’ll have to wrap this up, and then we can go back to what we were doing, my beautiful girlfriend.” Larissa winked and you grinned, wanting to scream from excitement at your new title. Larissa Weems’ girlfriend. 

After everyone had left she walked over to you and kissed you before taking your hand “Shall we? I don’t think I can wait any longer, my gorgeous girl.” you eagerly nodded. 

“And now I hope you will let me return everything you did for me, Larissa.” you looked up at her with hope in your eyes. 

She leaned down and bit your neck “Oh, I have wanted you to please me ever since I saw your pretty face for the first time, Y/N.” Her voice was low and hungry, and it sent shivers to your core. 

As soon as you came back to her office, she locked the door and took you to her private quarters. She pushed you down on her bed before she started stripping down. The look was intoxicating. Her body was perfect with curves to die for, and you wanted to touch every little bit of it. “Now I am going to make sure to put you to good use, and you’re going to do as I say, okay? After all, you did have the nerve to bring someone else. You’ll have to make up for that, my darling.” the knot in your core immediately returned, and you were eager to do whatever she said.

“Yes, Larissa. I just want to please you.” you were dying to taste her and she knew that. She knew exactly how to tease and torture you. 

“Good girl. Now, get up and undress yourself.” Her tone was gentle, but firm. You knew better than to defy her, and quite frankly you didn’t even want to. You just wanted to make her feel good. 

As you got up to undress yourself, she moved to the middle of the bed and spread her legs. Her cunt was glistening and you felt like you were about to start drooling. Her eyes followed your every move while her hand started sliding down her body. She started massaging her breasts and moaned when her fingers pinched her nipples. She let her hand wander further down until it found her cunt and started rubbing her clit. 

You felt paralysed and couldn’t stop staring. The look of her touching herself was almost too much, and you felt your arousal drip down your inner thighs again. She started finger fucking herself and moaned loudly while still keeping intense eye contact. You were so hungry for her, and she knew that oh so well. She pulled out her fingers and took them to her lips before she started sucking on them. “I bet you want to taste. I taste really good, darling. Beg for it.” her hand wandered back down and she started fingering herself again. 

“Please let me touch and taste you, Larissa. I promise I’ll worship you.” your eyes were practically begging too. You were desperate for her, and of course she knew this too.

“Come here, darling. Please your girlfriend.” Hearing her call herself your girlfriend was enough to melt you and you crawled into bed and collapsed between her legs. You grabbed her thighs and worshipped her thighs with your lips. 

She was clearly hungry for you too and she grabbed your hair, pulling you closer. You immediately obeyed and couldn’t help but moan when your tongue met her warm and soaked cunt. She was right. She tasted heavenly. She gasped as your tongue started circling her clit and she pulled harder at your hair. 

“Oh my god, Y/N. It feels so good. You feel so good between my legs.” she moaned and writhed underneath you and you couldn’t stop a smile forming on your lips. You grabbed her thighs harder, feeling like you couldn’t get close enough to her. You wanted every drop of her. 

“I have never tasted anything as good as you, Larissa.” The words made her moan out loud and her back arched as she gasped, and you could tell that she was getting closer. Her moans and breathing became more and more erratic and you kept a steady pace until she came undone and exploded in a loud orgasm, making her scream and shiver underneath you. 

Eventually she looked up and smirked “Fuck me, Y/N. I want to feel your fingers inside me.” she spread her legs more, inviting you in. Her cunt was still soaked and having you look at her like that made another wave of arousal pour down on the bed. She was so ready for you. 

“As you please, my beautiful.” you smiled as you sat up on your knees and started teasing her opening before you slid two fingers inside. Fuck, she felt good around your fingers. 

“Fuck me harder, Y/N. I want to remember your fingers inside me with every step I take tomorrow.” Her words drove you crazy. You added another finger and started fucking her deeper. Her moans were the most inebriating sounds you had ever heard, making your mind vibrate with lust. 

“Oh, that’s it. Show me who I belong to, Y/N.” you grinned and fucked her harder and faster.

“You belong to me, Larissa. Cum for me, my pretty girl.” Your words made her back arch and she tipped over the edge immediately, releasing her sweet arousal over your fingers. You wanted more, and continued. 

She clearly liked it, and she looked you in the eyes while you continued fucking her hard. She knew she was still in charge, but she loved being used by you. Her orgasms kept coming until you realised she was exhausted as she could barely keep still. You pulled out your fingers and moved next to her. 

“You clearly know how to please a girl, Y/N. Looks like I hit the jackpot with you.” she laughed and kissed you. She was so exhausted she had barely moved, and you pulled the covers over you.

“I know how to please you now, and that’s all that matters to me, my love.” you kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“Y/N, I need you to know that you mean the world to me. I know you only said yes to being my girlfriend today and maybe it sounds immature or rushed, but I mean it. Ever since our first date, you have made me feel whole, appreciated and desired. I’m sorry I hurt you, but I promise I will try and make it up to you. You are my girl, and I only want the best for you.” you blushed and crawled closer to her. 

“You don’t have to apologise. You made it up to me already by asking me that one magical question. Ever since then, I have been floating on a cloud of pride and excitement. You are so beautiful and I am so glad I can call you mine.” you kissed her and she gave you a gentle smile.

“Let’s get some sleep, my girl. I’ll keep you safe in my arms now and for as long as I live.” she pulled you closer and rubbed your back with a hand as light as a feather. It made you drowsy, and you felt yourself falling asleep. You had never been happier, and you couldn’t wait to spend every night like this.

#larissa weems x you #larissa weems fanfic #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #f!reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems smut #principal larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #gwendoline christie #wlw

[witchstone]

if you don’t mind me asking, why did she try to sue the school because of you?? 👀

it was so stupid. it was traditional for my grade to make the annual "school magazine" - it was really just a paper booklet that no one really read? it definitely wasn't formal by any regards. i was tasked with drawing the cartoon because i was The Art Kid, and another kid was told to write a review of the tuck shop. which he did, but apparently spent the whole review sucking up? (iirc it turned out he was family friends with the owner). so it was given to me instead to do last minute. i'd only been there four months and was decidedly not the kind of teenager who got tuck shop money, so i asked people for their opinions which were: overpriced (objectively true. the price they were charging for a buddy coke in the early 2010s was still more expensive than the price now, an inflation crisis and pandemic later) with mediocre food (also objectively true. the slaptjips sucked beyond all possible belief). the review, which i made a point to be fair and objective about, was accepted by the teacher and went to print and then got distributed to our tiny school. which is apparently when the tuck shop owner found out about it and went straight to our school principal, threatening to sue the school because of it. probably worth noting that we do not have a...culture of suing? for want of a better phrase, like they seem to do in the usa. this is a bonkers thing to threaten to sue someone over.

so yeah. i get hauled to the principal's office, principal luckily thought it was the funniest thing that had ever happened to him and it just. disappeared. probably because you don't sue over shit like that and south africa has strong freedom of speech laws. the tuck shop ended up folding under her management and she had to sell the next year. Local 15 Year Old Outlasts Actual Adult Who Wanted To Sue

#i was on a bursary at the time and was terrified i'd be expelled for it. #i outlasted the teacher too because Holy Fuck that was the least of her issues #it's EXTREMELY funny in hindsight but it was extremely not at the time #letters #tuck shop = like a small scale cafeteria/shop kind of thing

[transuncletaylor]

Gather around, it's time for my Christmas/Holiday story or how I got very lost in Seoul cause I'm a dumbass. (I'm gonna use she/her when referring to myself cause I was identifying as a woman then)

Picture it, it's December 2009 in Seoul, South Korea. Ya girl Taylor has been in the city for about two weeks at this point and the first time I had been to Korea. My sister was an English teacher at a hagwon (after school program) and I largely spent the afternoon and evenings exploring the city while she was at work.

Now before we delve into the meat of the story, there are a few things we need to establish. One, I can read the Korean alphabet and speak a little, just enough to get around. Two, I did not have a smartphone because it's 2009 and they weren't really a thing yet. Three, my sister had written down in my notebook her address, her phone number, her work number, all sorts of important info and key phrases.

So skip to December 24th, it's Christmas Eve and it's cold as fuck and it snowed a little that day. I had lunch with my sister, I think we had gone to a sushi buffet place I think. One of things I had planned to do that day was go to this live taping at a radio station that a few members of Super Junior were going to be at. I told my sister where I was going and what time to expect me back that evening.

We part ways and I go about doing who knows what because the radio show wasn't until like 9pm. Before we continue, I think we'll need a map real quick. My sister lived in Mapo-gu, worked in I can't remember but towards the west, and the radio station was at KBS On at Yeouido Island. Note the Han River cuts the city in half.

My 20 year old self did not have a cellphone actually either, well I had one but I just couldn't use it in Korea. I go on my way and that evening I head over to KBS. I get there, got a little lost where the viewing area was and saw a kpop star, from Beast/Highlight in the wild. But I find the viewing area and I'm just living my best kpop girlie life. (In another post we'll talk about how I had dinner with Yesung from Super Junior's parents)

After a while it's getting late and I know I need to head back because the buses and subways were shutting down early. I head back to the main bus area on the island and find the bus number I needed and hop on, grateful for the warmth. The bus starts going and I just have my headphones on listening to my iPod nano.

So my sister lives on the other side of the river right? I have to cross the river which is wide as fuck and I notice after maybe 30 minutes that we haven't crossed the river yet. At first I thought I might have just zoned out and started paying attention more. But none of the stops sounded familiar to me and nothing was looking like Hongdae, which is where I was going to get off.

Dumbass moment number one was I waited about another 15 minutes before I realized I might have made a mistake. I go up to the bus driver and ask about my stop and he slaps his hands on the wheels and curses a bit. But other than that, I couldn't understand what he was saying. A kind older gentleman rider came up and translated for me and that's when I found out I had the correct bus number but instead of inbound, I went outbound.

Just stay on the bus right? It'll head in the other direction? No. That was the last bus of the night.

The kind gentleman took me to his stop and I followed like a lost duckling and luckily for me he brought me to a police station. So just imagine me, a dumb 20 year old white girl in South Korean police station, there's limited communication and I'm scared and feeling like a giant idiot for getting lost and now bothering these two police officers with my dumbassery.

Surely it can't get worse, Taylor. You have your sister's number, you can just call her and probably get a cab.

Yeah, you would think, but this is me we're talking about, my dumbassery is limitless. I was born a himbo before I even knew it. So you remember that notebook I had with all of that contact information and address? Yeah, I left that at the apartment. I didn't know what her number was much less her street address. I could point it out on a map though so that was close enough.

That's not all though, I didn't have any cash on me and there wasn't Venmo or cashapp these days and debt cards/credit cards didn't often work at a lot of places abroad. I had already spent the cash I had on me that day and so the police officer takes me next door to pull cash at the ATM in the 7-11. Except that ATM doesn't accept my card.

We go back to the police station and they call a taxi company to see if they would take me but without cash and an exact address or a phone number, they say no. They think I will just run out on the tab and the drive was going to be far.

At this point, I have no money, no prospects, and scared. Oh and no way to contact my sister to let her know where I was and that I was okay. What am I going to do now? Take a nap on the leather couch in the police station, of course. I am given a Krispy Kreme donut and a space heater and I just knock out a few hours until 6am when the buses start running again.

The police wave down the bus and explain to the bus driver about the dumb dumb foreigner who got lost and how she needs to get to Hongdae. Actually, I don't even think I had enough money on my bus card but uhhhh, yeah I think people were tired of my shit at this point. So I'm seated on the bus, nice and cozy and... I fall asleep.

I'm woken up later by someone nudging me and everyone on the bus staring at me because the bus driver is trying to get my attention over the intercom. We had made it to Hongdae and goddamn, I feel so bad for the people involved in this because I was such a fucking idiot. Thank you to everyone who had helped me that night and I hope each of them are doing well now.

I get off the bus and start walking back to my sister's apartment and it's about a 30 minute walk. I get back to her place, punch in the numbers into the keypad on her front door and walk in. And it goes like:

Leah, out of sight in her loft bed area: ...Taylor?

Me, at the front door: ...hiiiiiiiiiiiii sister

She comes running down and nearly squeezed me in half from the tightest hug I had ever received. There are tears going down both of our faces and yeah, like she's a 24 year old whose little sister was missing in a big city in a country far far from home. After making sure I was real and not hurt, I told her about my wild adventure and where I was and why I didn't call.

Now what was she up to while I was a toasty little cinnamon roll fast asleep on a couch in a police station? She had gotten home around 11pm from work and waited until midnight for me to return. When I wasn't back by then, she started to get nervous and around 1am she called our mother to say that she thinks I'm missing.

They both then go into action. My sister calls the police and through her tears explains that her little sister hasn't come home and she doesn't know where I am. She gives them my description and two of them show up at her apartment to get a photo of me. From what I was told, that was sent around to police stations and the hospitals were alerted to be on the look out for a white girl with my description.

So end of story right? I'm back home, the police and embassy are told about my return and cancelled the alert. Everything is fine and it's Christmas Day, so let's open presents and eat some tasty food and be merry. Taylor, what else could happen that day? Taylor... Taylor, why aren't you saying the end? Taylor, please. Please, how far does your dumbassery go?

My mother had called the US embassy and told them about my disappearance and so like, plenty of people are looking for my lost dumb ass. But Taylor, weren't you in a police station? Wouldn't they have gotten the alert and replied back that they had you? Good point, but you see, I was not in Seoul at this point. I had sat my ass on that bus long enough that I ended up in Anyang. I tried putting a second map to this post, but Tumblr keeps fucking up and not saving it, so please look at your map app for Anyang.

My mother also thinks I've been kidnapped and sent to North Korea and is just blasting all over Facebook about me missing.

Leah still has to go to work that day, so she gets a short nap in, we'll do presents when she gets home that evening. She's not having to work a whole day, so she'll be home early. I plan on staying at the apartment, though I do venture out to the store to get some groceries for Christmas dinner. An ajumma gave me a wrapped gift on the way back and it was a cute pair of socks and an info slip about the local neighborhood church. I think I still have those socks.

While she was at work, I started cooking which is never a good idea because I have made the fire alarm go off by boiling water. In my luggage, I brought a toaster oven that was my mother's Christmas gift to Leah and a plug converter. I plugged it in, but my dumbass did it wrong cause when I turned it on, I blew a fuse in her apartment. However, I made dinner and she came home and we opened gifts and watched movies.

The End.

#i was allowed to go back next year #and still didnt have a cell phone at that point #but i alwaysade sure i had cash and my notebooks

[kissedbyaphrodite]

Okay!, so some time ago I mentioned I was making a Fem!Stiles and Fem!Scott AU, and I have really struggled to see how to write it. I wrote it around 7 times, all with different concepts, characters, ideas, etc. And finally, I've settled for this one. Here's the first episode of what I hope will be a new series (I'm very busy with college, so the updates will be very slow). Hope you enjoy it! You'll also be able to find it on my AO3 account:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51273643/chapters/129551776

Stiles, not her real name, and Scarlett had always been close, ever since Stiles bit a bunch of kids in kindergarten after they stole Scarlett's headband, they've been best friends who watched each other grow up as girls. They learned how to braid each other's hair and would often braid wildflowers into their braids, they were there for each other when Stiles' mom got her diagnosis, they were there for each other when Scarlett's dad left her and her mom, Skes was there for Scarlett when she was diagnosed with asthma. Scarlett always supported Stiles in her gymnastics competition, while Stiles always supported Scarlett during doctor visits, when Stiles showed up to school when they were eight, her long brown hair replaced with a messy shaggy cut, Scarlett was the one to shave it off to help Stiles feel less bad about it. When they were 11, Stiles got her first period when she was in the middle of chemistry class, luckily, she was wearing dark jeans, so she was able to hide it off as she exited the classroom and went into the nurse's office to ask for a pad; when she found out they didn't have any, she texted Scarlett, and the two girls skipped classes to go to the nearest drugstore to buy pads. Since Scarlett's mom was a nurse, she luckily knew enough to be able to know what to buy. It would be two more months before Scarlett got her first period, which came during gym class, when the girls were running laps outside, wearing the gym school uniform, consisting of white shorts; as soon as she noticed a drop of blood staining her friends pants, Stiles immediately made a scene of twisting her ankle and tripping, causing the coach to tell Scarlett to take Stiles to the nurse's office.

"Careful Sti" Scarlett hummed as she helped her friend limp out of the gym, Stiles hissing with every step she took "I still don't understand how you twisted your ankle"

"That's because I didn't" Stiles declared, once they were far enough, as she began to walk normally, letting go of Scarlett and grabbing her backpack.

"What?" Scarlett asked in shock "But you screamed in pain and even cried"

"I know, I really need to go to Hollywood" Stiles grinned as she looked through her backpack, exclaiming an "Aha!" As she pulled out another set of gym shorts, handing them over to Scarlett "I noticed some blood staining your shorts, I can lend you some tampons as well"

Scarlett turned the same shade as her name, quickly covering her back as the two friends rushed into the bathroom.

"Don't you have pads?" Scarlett asked "I don't want anything going in"

"Your mom told us it's best to use tampons during gym class" Stiles pointed out

"Still! What if it gets stuck?" Scarlett whispered.

"It's not gonna get stuck, I promise, I used them already" Stiles swore "I'm like a period master by now" Once they entered the bathroom, they checked to see if it was empty, which luckily, it was.

"You've had it for two months" Scarlett pointed out, as she entered one of the stalls.

"Two months longer than you did" Stiles hummed, handing her the tampon under the stall door. "Just put it on like your mom taught us"

With Stiles guarding the stall door as Scarlett got changed, for good measure, and put the tampon in, the girls began to fabricate the story they would tell the gym teacher, settling on the story that left Stiles able to skip this one class only without needing a brace or anything like it; they also bought a water bottle from the vending machine and dropped some of it on the side of the shorts and Scarlett's legs. Pretending that the reason why Scarlett changed her gym shorts was because Stiles accidentally dropped water on her; the rest of the class, Stiles guarded her backpack with Scarlett's shorts. She did end up doing some work outs, such as push ups, since they didn't require her to use her "bad foot" but was overall able to skip it. The girls continued to grow up together, their ears hearing all about their deepest fears and insecurities; Stiles had been diagnosed with ADHD when she was 12, and was immediately dropped into a routine of trying out different meds and dosages of said meds, Scarlett watched as Stiles lost too much weight too quickly, she would often fall asleep in the middle of class because she drank coffee, which now made her tired. Scarlett herself struggled with the fact that she couldn't eat anything because of how bad her asthma was sometimes, some days, she wouldn't be able to take three steps before having to take a break and use her inhaler, other days she couldn't eat because she would have to choose between eating and breathing. So while all the girls around them began to develop and grow their chests, Stiles and Scarlett both remained way too thin, even if Stiles' weight fluctuated, she still fell in the too thin category.

The two suffered the all too typical teen girl experience they were cursed to endure since the moment they were born. At 12, Scarlett experienced the first injustice of her life, when she suffered the worst episode of asthma she had ever had, she had actually passed out, and the paramedics had to try and resuscitate her; since her shirt was, apparently, too tight, they had to cut it slightly, revealing Scarlett's bra. A guy had taken a picture of her, unconscious with her bra showing, and sent it to his friends, who proceeded to them share it to their other friends, and by the time Scarlett was released from the hospital, after twoo weeks, everyone had seen her bra. At 11, Stiles received her first catcall, and unlike what the shows said, it wasn't in a dark alleyway, it wasn't a criminal who said it, and it wasn't when she was wearing a tube top with booty shorts; she was wearing her usual plaid shirt with a tank top underneath it and jeans, and the man who catcalled her was a father, just like hers, a father with two young sons, who would grow to be like their asshole father. After that, neither one of them allowed themselves to wear anything remotely tight, Stiles began to always wear her father's old flannel shirts and loose t-shirts, Scarlett would always wear baggy sweaters, but that stopped nobody. They were the unpopular girls who people treated as prudes and sluts at the same time, and they remained a duo, even as they both turned 15.

It was in April 3rd 2010 that things changed forever. Since Stiles' birthday would land on a school day, her dad decided to give her her birthday present earlier, taking her go to a street market that sold antiques and even vintage clothes; the market had been popular all over the country, as it would buy things from antique stores that were almost bankrupt and would then travel all over the country to resell them. They were not going to Beacon Hills specifically, considering their population was 30,126 people, they would instead go to Beacon City, the capital of Beacon county, which was about a forty minute drive; she wanted Scarlett to attend, but her friend had sadly suffered a horrible asthma attack and had to be hospitalized, so she went by herself with her father. The market was completely crowded with people seeking to buy clothes or antique furniture, even jewelry, Stiles herself was a fan of jewelry, mostly because she could fiddle with a necklace or ring whenever she felt too much everything; she had bought a few jewelry boxes that she thought were beautiful, it was a set, with the handles each being a different bug and the legs being snakes that reminded her of her own snake. She had also bought a few things she knew Scarlett and Melissa would like, such as broaches to decorate their hair, since both of them had very thick curls.

"Oh, Stiles" Her dad sighed, stopping her in her tracks. "Tara's calling me, do you mind if I take the call?"

Tara was her father's coworker, he was the sheriff, and as such, didn't really have a normal 9-5 work day, sometimes it would be 6-10 and others it would be 9-2.

"No don't worry" Stiles brushed off "I already spent almost everything, so I'll just go to that tent over there and see what I can get with what I have left"

Her dad nodded, a guilt ridden expression on his face as he answered the phone, his eyes never leaving her form as she walked towards the last and only tent she hadn't been in yet. The tent was quite different than any of the others, as the others were gazebos, with tables on each side to allow the salespeople to be able to speak to more people and sell more things; the tent was completely enclosed, except for the entrance, which was adorned with a beaded curtain of blue gems. Stiles couldn't tell if the gems were real gems, sanded down into beads and pierced to make the beaded curtain or if they were made out of glass, all she knew was that they were blue, and blue was her favourite colour. Stepping through the curtain, the beads clicked and chirped as they bumped into each other, Stiles was hit with a mix of different scents, all of them soft enough to blend together and avoid sucker punching the nose of anyone who smelled it; through the smells, she could make out the soft scent of poppy flowers and an orange scent. The tent had two tables on each side of it, with large shelves and different vials and boxes; in front of Stiles, there was another table, with multiple books bound in leather and velvet, some locked with latches and others with cord. Stiles walked forward, her hand reaching to touch one of the books.

"Good afternoon" A voice spoke up.

Stiles jumped back, turning around to look at woman, who seemed to be around her early 50s or late 40s; her hair was curly, tied up in a bun and held back by a headband, her eyes were dark as dark chocolate and seemed to shine with fondness as she stared at Stiles. She was thankful her dad had taken their bags, because she would've most definitely broken a few things with it. Placing a hand on her chest, she took a deep breath.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" The woman smiled "I do not realize sometimes and I don't make any noise at all"

"It's alright" Stiles brushed off her concerns "It wasn't your fault, I should've paid attention"

The woman smiled kindly.

"Are you interested in buying one of those?" She asked, motioning for the book Stiles was about to touch "Or are you just browsing?"

Stiles didn't really know what to say, since she was technically browsing, but then, what if she wanted to buy something and the lady asked her why she lied about just browsing? But if she said she wanted to buy something and then realized she didn't have enough money then she would be even more ruse because she got the woman's hopes up for nothing. Humming as she tried to look for an answer, Stiles tried to find something that was less than $20 that she was interested enough in to ask about, antique items were always cheaper than new items, but Stiles and her dad had discussed that they would have to spend at most, $25 every two stands. Stiles had bought two necklaces for $5, one for her and one for Scarlett, meaning she now had a $20 limit in the store. She turned to look at the book, but it was one of those giant books that would definitely be too big for her to carry around, as she usually used her books to transcribe and translate family recipes. She turned to the table with boxes, and her eyes immediately felt attracted to a specific box. The box was stained a dark brown, almost red shade, with a carving of a snake eating itself in the top of the box, with runes carved at the edges of the box; the box had a carving of all moon phases, the full moon in the center of it. Stiles approached the box, the sound of the woman's heels against the ground letting her know of her approaching.

"Beautiful box isn't it?" The woman asked.

"What does the snake mean?" Stiles asked.

"That's an ouroboros" The woman explained "It's used to depict the never ending cycle of life, death and rebirth, and to show how nothing is truly ever broken, only transformed"

"How do you open it?" Stiles followed up, recognizing the guilt growing in her stomach, as she eas wasting this woman's time with questions, when she didn't even know if she was going to be able to buy the box.

"Oh, it's simple" The woman shrugged "You just grab the full moon" Stiles hadn't realized how to full moon seemed to be 3D "Twist it" A soft click was heard "And done" she said, opening the box, revealing it to be an apothecary box. With multiple small shelves inside itself.

The woman pulled the shelves and stretched them out as wings, taking the box by the pase and pulling, revealing a secret compartment with a small leather bound book, stained black and a silver ouroboros engraved on the cover; the woman opened the book as well, flipping through all the blank pages before closing it. In total, the box had about nine shelves, with the secret compartments in the base being longer and deeper than the others, as it was the size of the entire bsse of the box. The shelves of sorts would make great places to keep different things, such as some of her school utensils and such, instead of a latch, the book was kept shut by a cord. Stiles hadn't seen the price, but judging by the box's size and how much it could fit, she was sure that it was bound to be more than $20. Still, she felt rude only asking about it, and had already made the woman pull the box apart, so she might as well just ask the prize.

"How much is it?" She asked.

"The book by itself is $5 and the box by itself is $15, all together, the set is $20" The woman hummed, and Stiles had to stop herself from jumping in joy.

She paid the woman, who immediately placed everything back in the box. Stiles was nearly bouncing on her seat as she recounted the things she had bought, normally, they didn't spend this much money, but she had saved tons of money thanks to her doing other people's homework and selling it, or by doing yard work to help her elderly neighbours. Her dad had told her he wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the day with her, as he had been called into work; and while it saddened her, she understood he couldn't take an entire day off. He ended up dropping Stiles off at their house, Scarlett was still in the hospital, and visiting hours were over by the time they made it back to Beacon Hills, so they decided to settle for a facetime call. Scarlett 's thick curls were stretched out from laying in bed so much, her olive skin washed out due to the hospital neon lights; she smiled as she let Stiles ramble on all the things she bought.

"This necklaces I found belonged to two different sets but with the same design" Stiles grinned, showing the two necklaces she had bought, one of them was made of silver, the pendant of it being a moon, while the other one was a sun made of gold "And look!" She grinned, making sure the camera caught the moment the pendants got close to each other; with a click, the pendants were pulled together by an invisible force, and clicked "They're magnetic!"

"They're so pretty!" Scarlett rasped, her kind smile still on her lips "Dibs on the gold"

"Duh" Stiles hummed "That's why I bought them"

Scarlett giggled, though she had grown quite tired by then, after all, she had been in the hospital for three days now after her attack, and would be left exhausted after all the tests they had to perform to check if she was healthy enough to leave or still had to stay in the hospital. Stiles smiled gently.

"What did the doctor say today?" She questioned.

Scarlett sighed.

"That there's still mucus in my airways, but at least the swelling has gone down a bit; they think I'll have to stay here for another week or so" She grumbled "Obviously if nothing goes awry, which, considering it's spring, seems likely"

Stiles gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry you're going through this" She offered "And I'm sorry I couldn't see you today"

"You've seen me every other day before today" Scarlett tried to soothe her friend's guilt "Besides, I've spent most of my life with this, nothing I'm not used to"

"It still sucks" Stiles sighed, looking at Scarlett as she yawned "I'll stop holding you from sleeping" She hummed, as she smiled at her friend's attempts at staying awake, as Scarlett shook jer head, yet her eyes were slowly closing and her head kept dropping.

"No no, I'm fine" She yawned "I swear"

Stiles laughed.

"I'll come visit you tomorrow, and I'll bring all the things I bought for you and your mom" She swore, holding up her pinky, showing the ring of silver she always wore on it "Pinky promise"

Scarlett smiled gently, holding up her pinky finger, the place where her ring usually sat on completely empty, leaving behind a ring of skin, lighter than the skin surrounding it. The girls waved goodbye, as they both turned off their laptops. Stiles sighed in disappointment, she was used to Scarlett being hospitalized from her asthma, especially during spring, but that didn't mean that she wasn't upset still, every time Scarlett had an asthma attack and had to be rushed to the hospital, every time Scarlett fell asleep from how exhausted she was whilst in the hospital, every time she almost lost Scarlett. A gust of wind blew through her open window, the spring air flying as her curtains swayed. On her nightstand, the book that came in the box she bought flipped open, the pages flipping through themselves as they stopped in a random page. Standing up, Stiles went to reach for the book, stopping in her tracks as her eyes caught sight of the words written on the book.

"What the fuck?"

She began to flip through the pages, finding them to now be written with beautiful cursive letter and drawings of different leaves and other plants; but the words were not just simple things like recipes or something of the sort, the words were spells. The page that had flipped open contained a so called healing spell, it seemed simple enough, only needing a blue candle; Stiles didn't consider herself superstitious, she wasn't one to run away from black cats, if she accidentally spilled salt she wouldn't rush to throw it over her shoulder. But she still hsd the thoughts/hopes that magic was real, not because she wanted to live in a fantasy world, but because "How fucking cool would it be to be able to do magic?". That's to say that, she didn't think she would be the next Hermione Granger or the next Sarah Sanderson or even Glinda; but when she saw the healing spell, she simply thought that she had nothing to lose, she didn't need a blood sacrifice, didn't need a special flower that had gone extinct. Simply a blue candle and to recite the spell. She didn't have necessarily a cool blue candle that would make for a badass spellcasting scene, but she did have a set of spiralled candles set her dad bought for her birthday cake, and amongst them, there was a light blue candle, with some glitter, but blue none the less.

"Fuck it" She hummed, standing up, and walking down to the kitchen.

Opening up one of the kitchen drawers, she pulled out the box of candles, breaking it open to take out the blue candle, her fingers immediately becoming stained with the glitter once she grasped it; she left the book on the table, open on the healing spell as she took out the lighter her dad kept in the drawer underneath other cooking utensils. With the flick of her finger, the lighter was turned on, and the flame became alive.

"In the divine name of the goddess who breathes life into us all, I consecrate and charge this candle as a magickal tool for healing." She read from the book, leaning the candle over a dish, in case the wax melted and fell "Magick mend and candle burn, sickness end, good health return, as I will it, so mote it be" She read, her voice nonchalant yet secure and strong, turning to look at the candle, she blew it out.

And it was that night, that Stiles forever changed the flow of the universe, unaware of the chain reaction that would follow, as she went to sleep.

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #fem scott #fem stiles #scott mccall #witch stiles stilinski

[queerautism]

Oh, shit talking teachers? Allow me!

1 - in middle school I was being bullied, got annoyed and called the girl a bitch. She and her friends cornered me in the locker room and straight up tried to kill me. I got suspended over it because the teacher that got involved hated me, and the bully lied and said I called her a cunt and the n-word (I didn't know "cunt" at 13 and I don't use the n-word).

2 - same year, different teacher: a few days after I returned from suspension, I sprained my ankle badly and was on crutches. Now, most of my teachers understood that getting across campus was a challenge and I was likely to be a few minutes late to class. This asshole straight up LOCKED ME OUT OF THE CLASSROOM and marked me absent. Luckily I was somewhat friends with the principal, so when she found me crying in the nurse's office, she dealt with it.

3 - same teacher as above: he threatened to completely fail me on an important paper because I didn't write the intro paragraph first (I literally cannot write papers that way, it makes no sense to me, I write the whole paper and then the intro/conclusion). Again, had to get the principal involved.

4 - different teacher, earlier grade but still middle school: I suck at math. I can understand it with help, and I tested into a higher class than my peers in middle school, but I don't get algebra. The teacher made a cursory effort to assist me, then told me I was too dumb to get it and refused to help me at all. Then was surprised that I failed his class.

5 - high school: my French teacher decided to stop actually teaching us and just gave out packets. Don't know if you've ever tried learning a language when it's not spoken, but I don't recommend it. Turns out he was banging the German teacher on campus and was sneaking off during class to meet up.

6 - also high school: had an English teacher tell me I could pick pretty much any topic to write my senior paper on. I picked vampirism throughout history. She told me "I'll approve it, but I don't think you'll be able to get a good paper out of it". I got 89% on the final draft. Could've bumped it higher if I'd edited and resubmitted, but I was satisfied I'd proven my point.

Bonus good teacher: I had a teacher in primary school who wasn't my actual teacher (except briefly for the advanced reading class and an after school math class), but I knew him well. I was sent to his class a lot when I was young because I got into trouble a lot. He was always really nice to me, usually just let me read once I'd finished my assigned work. He also ran the school store on Fridays at lunch and he'd let me help out. But he always made a point to check in with me when I seemed upset, and he was just an amazing person. I miss him.

-Parker

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[azillemmelliza31]

My Daily Journal

It’s May 18 of this year, Thursday, and I haven’t write anything on what I did on Tuesday and Wednesday. I was busy that I forgot to write it. On tuesday morning, I have interacted with my work immersion students and I made them do something like editing the name of the certificate via photoshop, asking one of them to approach our ICT coor to get Vellum paper for printing certificate and taught them how to photocopy a paper using printer. Afternoon of that day, I gave my students under my subject MIL an activity and even informed those students who went out of the school for JDVP training to make the activity. I then hanged out with my co-teachers at one of the food shops at Cagayan de Oro. The food shop called Chick N Dip where it offers free unlimited wings of chicken and rice for 229 pesos. We were having a talk about life and a little bit persiflage about love life. It was a great night with them.

On wednesday, I spent my whole day with my soon to be husband. But at exactly 3:00, we separated our ways because I had an appointment at DFA with my bestfriend, Vanessa. It was just to file and claim passport. I was excited because finally, I can have one valid ID. I took out all my documents such as photocopy of my IDs(philhealth ID, DEPED ID, National ID, and PAGIBIG ID) and live birth, and printed of application form sent and given to me via email and a confirmation message of appointment I received in Email. The security guard looked carefully the documents and gave me barcode for priority number before he let me go inside the premises. As we sat down on chairs under processing station, we were waiting for our number to be called. Finally, mine was called first then proceed to the station number where my priority number was assigned. I gave the documents to the staff. I was rejected because I was lacking document such as an original photocopy of my birth certificate. The staff told me to reschedule it within 30 days so that my payment will not forfeit. I told my bestfriend about this and she was disappointed too. Luckily, she passed on that stage and went to the next station for picture and all.

I went outside the premises and immediately booked an appointment for getting PSA birth certificate. The process was so hard since before, you can just easily walk in and wait for your turn to get the PSA. But now, you have to have an online appointment before you go to the physical workplace to get the PSA Birth Certificate. 

I then went down from fifth floor of the mall because that is where the DFA is located. As I was about to took the escalator, someone asked if am I already working. Since I am an honest person, I told her yes. Then she asked for my time to talk about something. She is working at COCOLIFE an insurance company and the talk’s purpose is to get the company known to everyone. I filled out the given form then went with her to their main office. Another staff talked to me about their insurance and how it works. I found out that we are on the same age but as I observe him, he is not yet experienced for a financial advisor. I was planning to be a financial advisor and with that observation, I laughed in my mind because maybe I will be look like him, nervous and not confident, as talking to client. 

I may not get the passport but still, it was a great day and I have a lot of fun. I was grateful too for I was able to eat dinner with my best friend at Jollibee. We talked about things like usual and some inspiring message for both of us to get encourage to get rich. 

[emeraldenha]

LOVE MONTAGE CH.2 — our first conversation.

w/c: +1.9k words

『 2ND YEAR OF MIDDLE SCHOOL — MAY 』

the only one that left the principal's office with more than just a warning was you, considering you didn't have the best student track record and happened to be sitting next to your class president out of all people.

you could complain much though. even if the boy you tore to shreds didn’t have any major injuries that called for something such as a hospital visit, you still left him with bruises while you didn’t have a single scratch on your face. you were just mad that you got yourself caught, which you’ve learned to avoid on multiple occasions, but it was your fault for physically fighting right in the middle of the school hallway. it was like you were practically asking to be found.

the situation could've been worse. you were mentally preparing yourself for much harsher consequences, but before the either of you were kicked out of the room while you were told your punishment, jungwon had stood up for you. he explained the bullying done on your classmate’s part to which you had to confess all the other occasions you had been verbally insulted by him too. it didn't leave you completely off the hook; it did leave you with a call home and four straight weeks of cleaning your homeroom during the afternoons.

you were skeptical. it kept gnawing at your thoughts throughout the remainder of the week. why did jungwon stick up for you?

it was odd to see another person involving themself into your world, a space that was so well adjusted to only fit you. the concept felt so foreign that you rather feared it.

you started taking notice of jungwon after that single encounter. you watched for his mannerisms in class, the way he talked, the way he acted.

however, you had only managed to gather one thing.

yang jungwon had no flaws on the outside, and you despised that.

he was the model student of your class. he was kind and likable. he was mature and responsible too, gathering the respect of the students and teachers around him. he was filled to the brim with many characteristics you had failed to see in yourself.

“what are you staring at?” a girl leans down and hovers right over your shoulder one day. “yang jungwon? keep dreaming. he may have been nice to you but don’t overthink it. he’s nice to everyone.”

you didn’t like to listen to other people — you didn’t care about them anyways — but those words stuck for a brief moment.

he’s nice to everyone.

you were in the empty living room watching a random show on the small tv screen. it was an extremely outdated model and had it’s annoying glitches but it surprisingly sustained its basic functions.

you were coiled in a thin blanket when the home phone began to ring. with a sigh, you stand up from the couch and drag your feet to the kitchen, since there way no one else to answer it.

you bring the device up to your ear, “hello?”

“y/n, you answered!”

a sense of confusion fills your senses for a handful of seconds, the peppy voice being one of the few you could never get mistaken. it was your cousin's.

“hey, cuz,” you greet her back wearily. “what's going on?”

“my parents are out of the house today so I thought I'd call,” she happily chats from the other end. “I heard from mom that you got into trouble again. I think your homeroom teacher this year is one of her old college friends or something and they gossiped about it.”

“it was just a small fight,” you mutter. “and does she always have to make things her business. I don't like that she keeps tabs on me just to talk about how much of a disgrace I am.”

“I don't like it either, okay?” she sighs, you can hear the dejection in her tone. “I'm not even supposed to be talking to you right now because of her, but as your older and most favorited cousin, I wanted to at least confirm that auntie hasn't skinned you alive yet.”

you chuckle at her words, a bittersweet smile twitching on the ends of your lips, “luckily, I'm still alive. she was mad at me but she's been really tired from work lately, so I'm spared for now.”

“I wish I could visit you,” your cousin complains. you can almost picture the pouty expression on her face. “it's not fair that your school is too far away on foot! I wish I went there so that we could actually hang out. my school is full of nerds! I'm not smart enough to be here and I heard that the high school my parents want me to go to is even worse competition wise.”

“you can do it,” you softly encourage her. “you can do anything you put your mind to. that's how you've always been. and if it's still too hard, tutors exist for a reason.”

you were secretly jealous of your cousin. her education was probably ten times more expensive than any of your belongings combined. you'd kill for an opportunity like that.

“I wish my parents could chill out, you know? it's stupid that they won't let me see you because they can't understand you're not a bad person. I should really convince them.”

“what’s the point of trying?” you say, exasperated. “none of the family likes me.”

it was true for the most part. from the little that you knew, your parents were outcasted on the other’s side of the family due to some deep levels of disapproval you had no idea about. your aunt would never talk about them much, but she did mention when you once pestered her over the matter that they were fairly opposite people that were held to different standards. you assume that was what lead none of your extended family to really be in support of you.

your aunt had taken custody of you with pity that you were an orphan overnight. she nowhere near the best guardian, drowning herself with multiple jobs and growing uptight and unsympathetic because of it. you knew that somewhere deep down she cared. it wasn't love, but she cared.

then, you caused havoc fighting with a girl in elementary by pulling on her hair when she stole your toy, one of the few you actually had the privileged of owning. your aunt saw the whole ordeal as a burden and made you apologize, increasingly getting irritated by your aggressive behavior.

you never listened, however. at first, you continued to cause trouble because it'd get her attention. most kids were whiny and self-centered like that anyways.

as you grow older, that mentality simply morphed into keeping the principle of defending your ground. it happened to spread a tattered repetition to people like your cousin's mother, you other aunt, but you payed no mind.

that's how you were the named problematic child among your family tree, the black sheep.

“well, I like you,” your cousin's voice brings you from out of your deep thoughts. “when I'm old enough to drive and go out on my own, I'll go and see you.”

“you'll probably forget all about me by then.”

“nonsense,” your cousin brushes your comment off. she was only a year older than you, but in your eyes, she treated you like a grandmother would her grandchild. “one day I’m going to be a good cousin that can treat you out to meals like those cool seniors do.”

you hum to appease her before making an excuse to end the call, exchanging goodbyes before hanging up the home phone.

you barely saw your cousin as is, and the last thing you wanted to do was raise your spirits waiting.

cleaning your hoomroom class until it was spotless was like two sides of the same coin.

it was boring and lonely, for one. you didn’t even have anything like music to listen to or a companion to talk with. though, on the other hand, it gave you something to do. you sometimes pretended that it was a mission of some sorts, that way it’d make you feel like you had some sort of purpose.

plus, it meant that you didn’t have to go home right away. there wasn’t much difference considering that you were alone in either case, but it was a decent change of pace that worked just fine.

“this is your punishment, huh?” a voice broke through the silence. “classroom duties after school?”

“for a month,” you sigh in frustration, blowing a stray piece of hair from your face. “now leave me alone.”

jungwon hoists himself on top of a random desk close to where you’re standing, making himself rather comfortable despite your words.

he had tried to approach you after the incident, but you had already gone back to ignoring him again. he thought that finally cornering you like this would gauge some sort of conversation from you, and like he predicted, it did.

“no can do, y/n.”

“how do you know my name?”

“we’re classmates,” jungwon says in slight confusion. “don’t you know my name?”

“no.”

“oh,” he pouts, quickly masking his disappointed expression with a welcoming smile. “well, I’m yang jungwon.”

he extends his hand for a handshake that you promptly ignore, too busy soaking your mop in a bucket of water.

“didn’t ask,” you mutter.

jungwon hesitates, awkwardly asking, “aren't you going to thank me for putting in a good word for you to the principal before I left?”

you huff, “why would I? I didn't ask you to do that.”

jungwon's face twists at your attitude, “I was just trying to help.”

“well, don’t get in my way next time,” you harshly mop the floor. “I’ll handle things the way I want to handle things.”

“you could’ve gotten in serious trouble.”

“and why do you care?”

he didn’t have a good answer to that. why did he care so much?

jungwon blinks, “a classmate of ours was treating you unfairly. you didn't deserve to take all the blame.”

“he's in our class? I didn't know that,” you speak aloud distractedly, trying to block out his sentiment lingering in the back of your mind.

one thing you hated more than yang jungwon was false hope.

jungwon feels like he should’ve have been surprised by your statement considering you didn't even know his name two seconds ago.

“yeah, he sits somewhere in the back,” when he hears your lack of response, he decides to speak again. “where'd you learn to punch like that anyways? you kind of looked scarily good at it.”

“I just kind of picked it up one day,” you shrug with your gaze directed on the floor. “when no one else will defend you, you have to look out for yourself.”

“you don’t have to go through all that alone, you know?”

“sure,” you snort, not taking his words seriously. “and who will be there for me? you?”

“yeah, why not?” jungwon replies innocently. “if someone ever says something bad about you again, then come to me. I’ll take care of it.”

“listen closely, yang jungwon,” you stop what you're doing and meet his eyes. “I don't need your pity. you don't know anything about me, and I sure as hell don't know anything about you. let's keep it that way, yeah?”

you leave the classroom, mop in hand, hoping that he'll be gone by the time you finish returning everything to the supply closet.

and as you hoped, he was.

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Feeling like a family

Summary: Y/n visits Harry during his lunch break, letting him in on the relationship both her and Milo have with Xavier. Then they go to the zoo and have a little family day :) 

warning/ disclaimers: swearing, family issues. 

Things have been going amazing with Harry and Y/n. Ever since their date a couple weeks ago they have been seeing each other more and more. Harry has been coming into her bookshop while she’s working when he can. Just to surprise her and make her day a little better, sometimes he brings her lunch on the weekends and she visits him when he is spending hours after school hours grading art work and setting projects up for his students. 

It’s been new and exciting, and extremely fun. Not to mention the kissing has definitely been a plus. They went to have coffee with each other a couple days after their date, spending a good portion of the morning together. They have basically been inseparable since, Harry even invited Y/n and Milo over for dinner so they could all get to know each other better. Loralie was just excited to have guests that weren't family, and also to see a friend from school outside of school. She had a great time with Milo, they played together while Harry and Y/n cleaned up dinner together and snuck kisses in the kitchen. 

It's another Wednesday. Harry had Loralie and Milo's class now and he is letting them finger paint. It’s mainly been a calm class, he didn’t have to deal with much usually and if a kid did have a melt down the teacher and/or teachers assistant would deal with it instead of making Harry deal with it. “Looks great, Lora,” Harry says, kissing the top of Loralies head before scooting past her and walking over to his messy desk. He has papers, projects, markers, paints, all over his desk, even with all the time he spends after school he feels like he may never get it organized. 

“My mummy likes your daddy.” He hears, looking up to see Milo and Loralie talking. His cheeks turn crimson when he hears it, did they really give it away that easy? Their children now caught onto the fact that the two were dating? That was just embarrassing. “My daddy likes your mummy.” But that was more embarrassing. 

Harry ignores it (and the burning in his cheeks) and just hopes that the teacher will hush the class. He busies himself with cleaning his desk, trying to shove the papers into the drawers and file folders that they belong to but his mind is still distracted. He’s gonna have to tell Y/n that their kids know. The bell rings and he looks up from his desk. “Okay, you can leave your paintings where they are. I'll put them on the drying rack and you’ll get them tomorrow!” Harry sings, moving over to Loralie to kiss her cheeks and say a goodbye until he sees her at lunch time. “Bye daddy” she says, waving to him after kissing his cheek and joining her class. 

Harry laughs, letting out a sigh and putting the messy finger paintings on one of his many drying racks. It’s his lunch time now. He has to supervise lunch so he gets his break before everyone else. 

He wanders around his class room, doing random things and cleaning up his messes that he’s made from the two days of the week before him. He didn’t have plans for lunch, he would probably just have an extra big dinner. He’s happy to find Y/n cured his rumbling tummy when he sees her walking through his classroom. He smiles, chuckling at her big dramatic smile that was obvious teasing. “Hi, darling.” He says, leaning over his desk to press a kiss to her lips. 

She sits on the art table in front of his desk, setting two to-go boxes down. “Hi,” she says back, handing him one of the to-go boxes. “No sitting on the tables.” Harry teases while he reaches out to take the white Styrofoam box in his hands, quickly thanking her. “Suck it up.” She shrugs, her feet setting in the chair that was once tucked under the art table. “I just got you a sub and fries.” She says, plucking a chip from her box and taking a bite out of it. 

“Why Are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.” He smiles, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. She shrugs, tapping her shoes down on the chair while she pulls her food into her lap. “I forgot to put Milo's' lunch box in his backpack so I had to drop it off.” She says, making Harry smile. So he thought she would have lunch with him? She’s adorable. “So how’s your week been, babe?” Harry sings, sitting back in his big office hair and relaxing into it while he eats. 

“Fine. Milo's dad visited.” What?! Since when did he come around? And since when was he “Milo's dad” and not “Xavier”? Harry knits his brows, gulping down his food before he responds, a little nervous. Harry and Milo are best buds, they have grown closer and he’s tried to pay him more attention when he sees him in class as well, he doesn’t want their friendship to be ruined now, even though what he is thinking is selfish. Milo deserves a good daddy. 

“Since when does he come around?” He asks, Y/n rolling her eyes at his tone. “He’s a photographer so he’s always traveling the world. I mean he pays child support, he’s not a shit dad. I just have my own issues with him.” She says, her tone heavy with annoyance. Harry was under the impression that he was a horrible dad and didn’t even try to care for Milo, but now he hears he pays child support and visits? 

“I just thought he didn’t care.” 

“Well… he’s trying. Like I said he’s traveling the world so he can’t always see him but he pays child support and he’s trying to come around more. He did come over and take some cute photos of Milo though.” Y/n smiles, remembering how her baby posed so well for the camera. He was shy at first but then they found a stray kitty out on a walk and he was more than willing to pose with it. 

Harry nods, taking a bite out of his sub. He finishes his bite and wipes his mouth with the brown paper napkins, “Is he gonna take Milo for the night or something like that?” Harry questions. Y/n is happy that Xavier is trying to see him more but she doesn’t think she would be able to be away for a night, especially when he doesn’t see Milo that much anyways. “I don’t think I would be comfortable enough to let Milo stay with him, for now at least. But he’s flying off and leaving Friday so I don’t have to worry.” Y/n confesses, taking a bite of her sub while she waits for Harry’s response. 

“Yeah, I understand that.” 

They eat together before Y/n deems it time for her to go. Giving him a hug and a kiss goodbye before she heads out and opens the book shop back up, letting Harry finish out his day. 

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Harry and Y/n had made plans to take their little ones to the zoo. Y/n told Harry that Milo had been going on and on about lions so it was the perfect time for them to go. Harry has packed up Loralies stroller, putting snacks, his wallet, and her diaper bag in the bottom carrier. Luckily (but also unluckily) Milo is at the age where he does not want to be in a stroller, every time Y/n tries to put him in it while they are out he complains and tries to get out of it the whole time. 

Harry had picked them up, driving about an hour to the zoo. Milo and Loralie babbled to each other the whole ride which made their parents happy- meanwhile they were just humming to the radio and making small talk the whole ride. 

“Are you ready to see the lions?” Y/n coos to Milo, pulling him out of his car seat and setting him on the ground, holding his hand so he doesn’t run off in the car park. Harry pulls Loralie out, pulling out her stroller from the back, preparing to put her in it. “No! I walk today.” Loralie says with a bit of aggression in her voice. Harry hands with his hand up defensively, “okay, but you're gonna want it after walking in the heat for hours.” Harry takes her stroller despite her not wanting to be in it, she takes Harry's hand instead, walking next to Milo. 

Their first stop is the stingrays, getting the food from the people who work there then getting down in front of the large pond to pet their slimy skin. Milo and Loralie giggle the whole time, pulling their hands away as soon as they feel like slimy stingray and making dramatic gross faces that make their parents laugh. The kids definitely had fun feeding them and petting them but Harry and Y/n instantly shipped them off to the bathroom so they could wash their hands. 

Next is the walk through aquarium, “come on, it's this way.” Y/n says, cooing down at Milo and fast walking toward the cave shaped aquarium. When they walk inside it's lit up blue. They look all around them and they see lots of fish, big whales, all different things. “Woah!” Loralie exclaims, making Harry laugh, kissing her cheeks. All of a sudden Milo breaks out in loud giggles, pulling at the length of her mom jeans. “Mama, Look!” Milo giggles, pointing to a fish sticking to the aquarium glass, looking like it's making a silly face at everyone. Y/n laughs, squatting down and wrapping her arm around Milo, resting a hand on his belly. “Let's go see them” Y/n says, pulling him up on her hip and kissing over his cheeks. She takes him over to the silly fish while Harry lets Loralie look around, staring above her at the large fish swimming by until she stumbles back. Harry catches her, standing her back up and taking her over where Milo and Y/n are, showing her the fish that Milo was trying to touch through the glass. 

“He's so cute.” Harry compliments, laughing at how Milo's is so obsessed with the silly looking fish. Y/n turns to look at Harry, thanking him cockily- taking all the credits for his adorableness. Harry bumps his nose with hers in a butterfly kiss while their kids are looking straight ahead. He gives her a peck while the kids are still distracted then he turns back to the fish. “Okay, it's time to go look at the animals!” Harry cheer, pulling Loralie off of the ledge she was standing on. 

They walk through the entrance of all the animals, seeing some monkeys. Loralie and Milo start to imitate the monkeys, giggling at each other and the animals. They move onto koalas, waving at the cuddly animals before they get to see the lions- this is what Milo has been waiting for. “ROAR!” Milo yells, trying to climb on the wooden fence between the people and lions. Y/n giggles at him, pulling him off the fence and on her hip. “You’re a baby lion, aren’t you?” Y/n coos, kissing his forehead. Milo nods before she pulls him in her hands, extending him out. “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!” She sings, making the boy giggle, roaring again before she pulls him back in, kissing all over his face, making him squeal and push away. 

Meanwhile Loralie wants to pet the real baby lions. She’s got a frustrated face on since Harry didn’t let her climb over the fencing and pet the furry lions. Harry can’t help but laugh at her. They walk a bit more, walking for a while until they go to their next exhibit. 

It’s all calm until Milo starts screaming. He sees a bird wandering free, it was a large blue bird with huge feathers framing its head. Y/n knew that the peacock was harmless, they wouldn't let it wander free if it was, but Milo was gonna be scared of it regardless. “No, no!” He yells, backing away from the bird, trying to scold it for just walking around. Y/n laughs while Milo grips onto her leg, wagging his finger at the bird and yelling at it for scaring him. “It’s not gonna get you, bubba.” She laughs, pulling him into her hip while they get to the penguin house. 

They walk into the cold penguin house, their noses instantly crinkling from the smell. “Brrr” Loralie says, running her arms up and does while her teeth chatter. Harry laughs, tossing her little jacket over her shoulder to warm her up. “Look at the baby penguin.” Harry coos to Loralie, holding her up to the glass so she can wave at the little puffins. “Tiny!” She squeals, waving at the baby penguins. 

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at her. “They are tiny, Lora.” He agrees with her, giving the back of her head a kiss before settling her back down on the ground, letting her wander off a few feet away to look around at the penguins a bit more before they leave and look at the polar bears. 

After the polar bears, they head to the gift shop, Loralie gets a purple bucket hat with a blue monkey on it and a stuffed penguin she named “tiny”. Milo got a shirt of the name of the zoo and a matching stuffed penguin that he couldn’t choose a name for just yet. 

They head back to the car, Loralie’s legs are tired on the walk but she refuses to go in her stroller, instead Harry holds her while they take the long walk back, one arm holding Loralie up to his hip and the other latched with Y/n’s hand while her other hand holds Milo's. Once they get to the car Loralie and Milo get buckled up in their car seats, sure to fall asleep soon. 

Harry and Y/n get into the front seats, their hands instantly finding the others. “I had a nice day with you.” Harry smiles, his face only inches from hers. Y/n blushes, giving his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” She says, focusing on Harry’s thumb rubbing at the back of her hand. They hear little whispers and giggles, turning their heads back to their little ones. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” They whisper- chant. Their parents' cheeks instantly burn, looking back to each other with big cheesy smiles on their faces. 

“Well?” Harry shrugs, leaning in and pressing his lips to her. She giggles on his lips, both of the kids in the back yelling. “Ew!” Loralie says. “Gross!” Milo agrees. 

The parents laugh, pressing one last peck to each other's lips before Harry starts up the car. They had a good day together. Harry got closer to Milo and Y/n got closer to Loralie. It kinda feels like they are becoming a little family.

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[study-coffee-chicago]

Seasons of Med: Season 1: Glad I Didn’t Make it that Far (A Halstead brothers + Halstead sister! imagine)

Trigger warning: Talk of eating disorders

As always, I do not own any quotes from Chicago Med 1x04 that show up here!

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"We should go to a movie," your best friend Emma suggested when you were sitting on the playground of Central Chicago's elementary school one summer day.

You had been coming here since it was pretty close to your house to be able to read without worrying that your dad would show up drunk. He wasn't violent, he was just rude, asking why there was no food and when you explained it was because he wasn't going shopping, he'd scoff and tell you to get a job if you wanted to eat. It wasn't your fault; you'd tried to get a job, but no one would hire you because you were only fourteen. Most places required that you be at least sixteen and the occasional place would let you start at fifteen, but only with very limited hours. And, the places that let you start at fifteen were too far away for you to walk to. You'd have to take the El...and that would turn out badly if Will and Jay found out, even though your dad wouldn't care in the slightest.

"Em, I don't have any money. I'm literally rationing out my feminine products at this point."

"Hey, just tell me if you need any. Me or my mom can get you some. Oh, and some neighbors of mine run a little kettle corn company. They're looking for some extra help on the weekends and they'll pay you under the table. I can give you their number if you want."

"Really?" Emma smiled and nodded. "Yes, please! And, you're the best."

But, what you didn't tell her was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday since there was barely anything in your house and that your cramps were killing you and because of all this, you were feeling nauseous.

"Let's go to the movies. My treat."

"I can't let you pay for me."

"Yes, you can. Best friends help each other out. Now c'mon, let's go." You sighed and closed your eyes as you stood up. "You good?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just dizzy."

"You wanna go home?"

"No, no I'm fine. Just seasonal allergies from all the pollen," you lied.

"Okay, let's go."

You started to slow down as you got closer to the movie theater. "I'm so excited to see The Longest Ride!" Emma squealed. "Scott Eastwood is just mwah!"

"Yeah, but he's- he's a lot-- I gotta, I gotta sit down," you stuttered, starting to feel more lightheaded and seeing your vision become blurry at the edges.

"Okay, let's get to the front where you can sit on the curb."

You slowly started to make your way there, but it was too late. "Em- Emma," you slurred as you tried to reach for her as your legs gave out underneath you, and then everything went black.

"Y/N!" Emma yelled as she squatted down next to you and pulled out her phone.

Just then, everyone started running out of the theater shouting something about a shooting.

***

Will's pager went off as he was eating with Natalie and the rest of the team from a taco truck outside of Chicago Med. And, everyone else's pagers were going off, too, making it sound like alarm clocks that were all set for the same time. Then, Maggie ran outside.

"Shooting in a movie theater! Mass casualties! It's about to get crazy!" she yelled to the doctors and other nurses. "EMTs are four minutes out!"

Not even a second after she finished her sentence, an ambulance pulled up with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

"Check that!" Will yelled as he threw his food in the trash can. "They're here!"

Then, all of them sprinted into the hospital, their main focus now being saving as many lives as possible.

"Another maniac gone crazy in a theater," Will said as he put something over his scrubs to keep them from getting blood all over them. "Is this the world we live in?"

***

You slowly opened your eyes to be met with the white ceiling and an IV in your arm. You groaned. "Where am I?" you asked as you rolled over to see Emma sitting on a bench. "Are we in an ambulance?"

"You don't remember?" Emma asked.

"You passed out, sweetie," a female paramedic told you as she put a blood pressure cuff around your arm. "Luckily for you, we came pretty quick after hearing about the shooting."

"The shooting? There was a shooting?"

"In the movie theater," the paramedic answered you. "You were lucky you didn't go in."

"Guess so."

Your eyes widened as you realized they were probably taking you to Chicago Med. You couldn't let your brother know that the most likely reason for you passing out was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. They'd freak out.

"Am I good to go when we get to the hospital? I feel fine." You were still nauseous, but that was better than being passed out.

"You passed out, we need to get you checked out at the hospital."

"But I feel fine," you protested.

"I understand that, sweetie. But you need to get checked out anyway to make sure that there wasn't something that made you pass out other than the heat."

"She's right, Y/N," Emma said. "You need to get checked out."

You huffed. "Fine." Maybe Will would be too busy to even notice you were there. And, you figured your dad wouldn't pick up his phone, so you could just sneak out undetected when the doctors and nurses weren't watching.

When you got in, you were met by Natalie. "Y/N?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing. I just passed out. I'm fine, really."

"Shoot," Emma said. "My mom's here to pick me up. Said she doesn't want me here because of all the press since I'm not hurt. I'm sorry."

You waved your hand. "It's fine. Hopefully, I'll be getting out here soon, too. See you later."

"Bye, Y/N."

"If you passed out, you're not fine, Y/N," Natalie said.

As you were wheeled past a trauma room, you saw your brother. Luckily for you, he was too focused on his patient that he didn't notice.

"Want me to get Will?" Natalie asked when she saw you glance in there.

"No! I mean, he looks really busy and I'm not dying. They should be the first priority."

"Okay, well I'll have Maggie call your dad because after all the standard tests, if I need to do more, I'm going to need your dad's permission since you're still a minor."

"Okay."

"Hey, Maggie," Natalie called, "Do me a favor and call Y/N's dad for me. I just might need permission to run some additional tests."

"You got it."

You got on the bed in the treatment room and allowed Natalie to listen to your heart and lungs. "Were you part of the crush?" she asked. "Did you get the wind knocked out of you? Is that why you passed out?"

"No, I got dizzy before we could get inside. I felt nauseous, too, but I think that was just from period cramps."

"The paramedics said you were dehydrated and that they had to administer an IV. Have you been eating and drinking properly? I know it's hot and that can cause you to pass out. Other than that factor, have you been eating and drinking normally?"

"Yes," you lied.

"Okay, I'm just going to need to get your height and weight and other vitals before we continue."

You nodded and followed her to where she took your height and weight. She wrote it down and you started to walk out, but she stopped you. "Uh, Y/N, come with me."

You followed her to the doctor's lounge where she handed you her sweatshirt. "Why are you giving me this?"

"You bled through your shorts. There's free pads and tampons in the bathroom if you don't have any on you."

You nodded. "Thank you."

"Meet me back here once you're finished."

"Okay."

When you got into the bathroom, you took all the pads and tampons you could fit in your shorts pockets after you had finished changing your dirty one.

Now, it was time for your great escape. No one would see you; they were all too busy treating other patients and worrying about the press.

You were almost out into the waiting room, but then a voice stopped you.

"Y/N?"

Shit. Jay.

You stopped in your tracks but then continued walking.

"Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around, hoping you wouldn't have to spill all the secrets about what's been happening at home.

***

"Poor guy," Erin said as she and Jay exited Sharon Goodwin's office. "He thought what he was going was right."

"I probably would've done the same thing if I were in his shoes," Jay agreed. "I mean, if I thought I saw a guy with an AR-15 in a movie theater and then thought the shots from the movie were coming from the gun, I sure as hell would've acted. Not that my service weapon can shoot bullets off as much as my sniper, but I'd try. Try and save civilians."

"Jay." Erin placed a hand on his arm. "You're not in Afghanistan anymore."

"I know. There's just some sick and twisted people in this world. Why would someone go into a theater with a leaf blower anyway? With all the mass shootings that have happened, that's probably the stupidest idea I've heard."

"I agree with you. But he's just a kid. He didn't ask to get shot. But, if I were in that teacher's shoes, I'd probably do the same thing and draw my gun."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he saw someone walking towards the exit of the ED and towards the waiting room. She had shorts and a t-shirt on with a burgundy sweatshirt tied around her waist. Jay wouldn't have given it a second thought, but he knew you had the same gray beat-up Converse because he had gotten them for you for a birthday present two years ago and you always wore the same polka dot scrunchie when you needed your hair to be in a bun and needed it to be tight.

"Is that?..." Erin trailed off.

"I think so," Jay answered, quickening his pace to catch up with you before you got out of the ED and he lost sight of you due to the number of people in the waiting room. "Y/N!" he yelled.

The girl he thought was you froze for a split second and then continued walking, this time at a faster pace. That was all the confirmation he needed. "Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around.

"I was going to tell you," you mumbled once you were in front of him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah? And when were you planning on calling Dad? You know you're a minor so a parent needs to be notified."

"Y/N!" Natalie yelled. "I thought you left, I was so close to getting security to look for you. We couldn't get a hold of your dad and were going to call Jay since he's your secondary emergency contact, but he's here now, so if both of you could follow me then that'd be great."

"You got it from here, Erin?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, text me if you need me to pick you up and bring you back to the district."

"Will do. Don't let Voight bust my balls because I skipped out."

"I'll tell him Y/N had a medical emergency. He'll understand."

"Thanks."

You, Natalie, and Jay walked back into the treatment room where Natalie had been previously treating you.

"First of all, let me just say it was not a medical emergency," you told your brother.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you here?" he asked.

"I was feeling nauseous."

"And you came to the ED just because of some nausea?" He raised an eyebrow. He so knew you were lying.

Meanwhile, Will was walking out of a trauma room after Rhodes brought a victim up to surgery.

"Hey. You hear?" Reese asked as she walked up to the doctor. "The kid at the theater, the one who got shot, he didn't have a gun, he had a leaf blower."

"What?" Will asked, stunned. He had worked on that kid and knew that it wasn't good.

"Yeah, turns out it was some kind of prank." She was about to turn around to leave, but then stopped. "Oh, and your sister's here. Treatment one."

"What? Why?"

"I think she passed out or something. Dr. Manning's in there with her right now."

"Thanks, Reese."

Will barged into your treatment room. "So, she comes into the ED and nobody has the common decency to even notify me?" he asked rhetorically.

"You were busy treating other patients, Will. I was going to get around to it eventually," Natalie said.

"Natalie, please just finish explaining what happened. Or just start from the beginning because Will's here now," Jay suggested, not wanting to have to break up an argument between the two doctors.

Now it was Will who was the one who crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, Will, what happened was that Y/N passed out. She was almost inside the movie theater, but she passed out, so she didn't go in."

"The movie theater where the shooting happened?" Jay asked. You nodded. "Jesus, kid, if you would've gotten inside, you would've given both me and Will heart attacks."

"Sorry. But, I'm glad I didn't get that far."

"Yeah, us too," Will agreed. "So, why'd she pass out?"

"Can I talk to you two for a minute? Outside?"

They nodded. "Be right back," Jay told you.

"So, what's going on?" Jay asked once the three were safely outside of the room and out of earshot from you.

"Have you noticed anything strange with her eating habits lately? Any skipping meals? Going to the bathroom right after meals? Not wanting to eat?" Natalie asked the two brothers.

"No, nothing," Jay answered. "Granted, we don't eat with her a lot because she lives with our dad and we both live on our own."

"Okay, because since her physical check-up a month and a half ago, Y/N's lost fifteen pounds."

"Fifteen?" Will asked, flabbergasted.

"I thought she looked smaller, but I just thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep because of all the crazy cases we've had," Jay said.

"No, she's lost fifteen pounds since her last check-up," Dr. Manning reiterated.

"So, what are you saying?" Will asked. "Our sister's anorexic? Bulimic?"

"I'm not saying any of those yet. But, I talked to Dr. Charles while Y/N was in the bathroom and she said to try and have her eat something, like the greasiest thing you can find in the cafeteria, and see what she does. We'll even leave the room after to chat and I'll have Maggie keep an eye on the bathrooms to see if she goes in there. If she refuses to eat or freaks out over it, then we might be dealing with anorexia. If she goes into the bathroom after, we might be dealing with bulimia. Or, it could be a combination of the two or just possibly her trying to lose weight. Has she ever mentioned wanting to lose weight to either of you?"

"No, not all," Jay answered. "Even when we went out after her last day of school, which I think was about two weeks after she had that physical, she ate a ton and she didn't go to the bathroom right after."

"But you did go home right after," Will pointed out.

"Yeah."

"But, with some bulimics, if they know that the food has already been digested, they won't try to purge. And, it sounds like the food had time to digest."

"Alright, I'll go grab her a bacon cheeseburger."

"And a side of mac n cheese," Jay suggested. "She loves that stuff." Will started to walk out, but Jay stopped him once more. "Can you pick me up a bacon cheeseburger, too? I'm hungry."

Will rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but just so you know, you're paying me back."

"I know," Jay said and then went back inside the treatment room.

"Where's Will?" you asked.

"He's getting you some food. How does a bacon cheeseburger and mac n cheese sound?"

God, your mouth watered just at the thought of the bacon cheeseburger alone. The juicy patty, melty cheese, and crispy bacon, yum. And, you hadn't had a burger in who knows how long.

"That sounds amazing honestly," you answered.

"Okay, good because that's what Will's getting you." He paused. "Is everything okay with Dad? Everything good at home?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," you lied.

"Did someone tell you that you were fat at all?"

Shit, he knew I'd lost weight. "No," you answered. "I guess I'm not just mindlessly snacking when I'm doing homework anymore. It's not like I'm trying to lose weight."

No way were you going to tell him that there was rarely any food in the house, not here anyway.

"Okay, good," Jay answered. Then, he looked out of the room to see Will talking with Natalie. But, they were close enough that you could hear them, so you turned your attention to the two as well.

"Hey, Nat," Will said, carrying a bag with three cheeseburgers and a side of mac n cheese.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I'm thinking, I only live a mile from you. So, when you go into labor, call me. I'll drive you here."

"Thanks, but...you know it could be three in the morning, right?"

"Sleep's overrated anyway."

Then, Will made his way back into your treatment room. "I wanna take you to the hospital," Jay mocked. "Very smooth, Will, very smooth."

"Will's got a crush, Will's got a crush," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Would you two knuckleheads keep it down? And no, I do not have a crush, I was just trying to be helpful."

Jay scoffed. "Yeah right. You totally have a crush on her, man. Now, give us the food and we won't say anything."

***

"Everything seem normal?" Natalie asked Will as Jay was still sitting with you after the three of you had finished your food.

"Yeah, she ate a little faster than normal, but we waited an hour and she didn't even get up to go to the bathroom, so I don't think that's the issue. She told Jay she wasn't trying to lose weight. She said she just wasn't mindlessly eating anymore when she was doing homework. But, I don't think that could make her lose fifteen pounds. Do you?"

"No. But unfortunately, given her height and age, she still has a normal BMI, so we can't do anything."

"Yeah, I get it. Me and Jay will keep an eye on her. It was around this time when our dad just kind of checked out on parenting us."

"What do you mean?"

"He wouldn't cook or really help us with anything. But, it was okay because our Mom was still around, so she'd cook and help us with things. He just thought we were old enough to deal with stuff on our own."

"Things that a teenager without another parent still needs help with."

"Exactly."

Jay poked his head out of the room. "Everything good? Y/N's asking when she can leave."

Will rolled his eyes. "Wonder where she gets that from."

"Shut up."

"I'll grab you the discharge papers," Natalie said and then walked to a nurse's station.

Just then, Will's pager went off. "I gotta go." He fished into the pocket of his scrubs. "You can take my car home and then just come pick me up from work and we can drive back to the district to get your truck. That way you don't have to bug Erin."

"Thanks, man. Go save some lives."

Natalie came back and handed him the discharge papers.

"Thanks, Nat. Me and Will will be sure to keep an eye on her, maybe have her over for dinner once or twice a week to monitor her eating habits."

"That's a good idea. Good luck with all this. Will told me that this was around the time that your dad clocked out on you, so maybe pay him a visit when Y/N's not there and check? I don't know if that's something you'd want to do or not."

Jay nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"No problem."

Jay signed the discharge papers and then walked back into the room. "Good news."

"We can leave?" you asked excitedly as you sat up.

"We can leave," he confirmed.

***

You got out of the car and stood on the stoop of your house, Jay right next to you. "Jay," you started, "I have to tell you something."

"Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything."

You opened your mouth to tell him that there was barely any food in the house and that your dad refused to buy you feminine hygiene products because, by his logic, if he had another son, he wouldn't need to buy them, so you should buy them yourself.

But then, the door opened, revealing your dad.

"I was just going to say thanks for staying with me at the hospital. I would've left if you didn't stop me."

"You're welcome."

"Care to tell me where you've been?" your dad asked.

You knew he was just putting on a show because Jay was there.

"I was at the park and then me and Emma were going to see a movie and then--" your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had a text message.

"I've got it from here, Y/N. Dad, can I come inside?"

Pat Halstead nodded and you walked inside followed by your brother. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change," you said.

As you walked past the kitchen, you noticed a bunch of grocery bags, all of them full. He must've gone grocery shopping. At least you didn't have to worry about food for the next few days. But, you didn't know if he just did that because he finally listened to his voice mails and heard that you were in the hospital and were worried that they were going to find out that he was an unfit parent or because he finally came to his senses and realized that he was still responsible for you because you were a minor, which meant he needed to have food in the house.

As you walked upstairs, you checked your phone. It was Emma's neighbor asking if you could start helping her with kettle corn this Saturday. You responded with a yes because now, if your dad went back to not buying groceries, at least you'd be able to buy some for yourself.

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Life’s Lessons - Good Enough

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 6,372

Summary: Y/N and Dean are planning their wedding, but a reminder from the past gives him doubts about his relationship and whether he’ll ever actually be good enough for her.

Warnings: Swearing, Dean’s past with Lisa comes back to haunt him, ANGST, Tears, Dean’s self deprecation rears its ugly head, Making up, Fluff.

Music: Love Of My Life - Queen (Dean bar scene)

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A/N: The next time stamp is here! Stay tuned for another announcement soon about the saga! Hope you all like the time stamp! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Y/N pressed the ‘end’ button on her phone, throwing it beside her on the couch with a loud groan of frustration.

Looking down at the coffee table in front of her, she shook her head at the sudden overwhelming feeling. The whole surface of the table was covered in bridal magazines, brochures, printouts of venues, her laptop with multiple tabs open, and everything else that came with planning a wedding. She kept hitting brick walls with every place she was looking at being unavailable for the date that she and Dean had decided on. The only thing she had managed to do was finalize the guest list, which was at 80 people. It wasn’t a big number, but knowing she would have to do the invitations as soon as a venue was decided, it was a lot of people. Luckily, it was everyone she or Dean cared about, without having to make sacrifices for their special day.

Y/N heard the key in the door and Dean’s boots on the wooden floors as he walked through the house. He smiled when he saw her, walking over quickly and leaning down, kissing her softly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he muttered against her lips, kissing her again.

“Hey,” she sighed, a relief washing over her now that he was home. “How was work?”

He huffed out a breath as he leaned back against the couch. “Busy. Having the new guy on today didn’t help. I felt like how you must feel with the kids in class, keeping an eye on him most of the time.”

“He’ll get better soon enough, don’t worry,” she reassured him, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

Dean glanced over the coffee table, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. “That looks like a lot. You okay? Anything I can help with? Not that I know a damn thing about weddings.”

He smirked with a small laugh, kissing her cheek. Y/N smiled and shook her head, looking down at the table and sighing heavily.

“I keep hitting dead ends with venues, that’s all,” she stated, shrugging.

“Hey.” Getting her attention, he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “Everything’s gonna work out. We’ll find something and it’s going to be amazing. I know it.”

She nodded, even though she didn’t really feel better despite his comforting words. “I guess I’m just worried about a lot of this.”

“You know whatever you need from me, I’m here, right? Say the word and I’ll do it,” he told her, his hands leaving her face and taking hers.

“I know,” she whispered, smiling softly at him.

“Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart,” he said, smiling at her. “We got this, okay?”

“I know, I just…” she stopped herself, unsure of how to express herself.

“Something’s wrong,” Dean frowned, sensing something wasn’t right. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she reassured him, smiling softly. “But… I just need to know you want all of this. I know you keep saying you want me to have the wedding I want, but I want us both to have that, Dean. I want what you want too.”

“Don’t go thinking I don’t want all of this. I wanna do this for you. For us.” he said, smiling reassuringly. “I do. I promise you, I do, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” She nodded, her worried expression morphing into a soft smile.

“Okay, good. Now, take a break from all this stuff and let’s make dinner. Sound good?” he asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling wide as she leaned in and kissed him.

As they got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to start cooking, Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, as she felt a pressure lift off her. Dean always had a way of doing that. It was incredibly cute to see Dean so excited, even if he didn’t understand what she was saying when she mentioned something to do with the wedding, but he secretly loved getting involved.

They couldn’t wait to get to the big day and start the next part of their journey together.

The doorbell rang, alerting Y/N that her guests for the evening had arrived. It was a Saturday, and unfortunately Dean had to go into work because of some problem with one of the cars, so Y/N was left to do more of the wedding planning herself. Dean felt guilty as he left, but she had assured him that it was more than okay.

She walked to the door and opened it, smiling wide as she saw Mary and John on the other side. They all hugged each other, before Y/N led her into the house.

“So, how are things going?” Mary asked, as they walked into the kitchen where Y/N had been making dinner.

“Things are… stressful,” Y/N replied, huffing a small laugh. “Though I managed to book a venue yesterday, and that’s taken a lot of pressure off. I was going to tell Dean first, but do you guys wanna know?”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Mary exclaimed. “Yes, absolutely!”

Y/N opened her laptop that was kept to the side on the kitchen bench, bringing up the photos of the outdoor venue. “Dean was telling me once that you guys used to drive up here a lot when he and Sam were kids, and I thought I’d try it out. The land is owned by the ranch close by that’s a wedding venue and I asked if we could use this space. They said they had an opening for our date, so I booked it straight away.”

She showed them the photos of a beautiful location, surrounded by trees and a lake. It was perfect for the ceremony, and the clearing nearby would be perfect for the reception.

“Y/N, this is…” John shook his head, speechless as he looked over the photos. “God, the boys used to love going there.”

“Y/N, it’s stunning! Oh, it’s going to a beautiful wedding,” Mary told her, her smile radiant as put her arm around Y/N and brought her close.

“Do you think Dean will like it?” Y/N asked, nervously.

“He definitely will. We used to take the boys fishing there. They never caught a damn thing, but they always loved going,” John replied, reassuringly.

“Okay, good.” Y/N nodded as she closed her laptop. “Because we initially thought about having it here, we don’t have room for 80 people.”

“Well, this is perfect,” Mary said, smiling.

“It is. I can’t wait to show Dean,” Y/N smiled, before standing up and walking into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

“Anything I can help with?” Mary asked, leaning against the kitchen island.

“Nope, almost done,” Y/N replied, smiling over at her. “John, there’s beer in the fridge. Mary, wine?”

“I’ll take care of that,” John insisted, taking a beer out before finding the wine Mary liked on the small rack.

In the garage, Dean pulled the Impala up and cut the engine, turning off the car. He sighed tiredly as he leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. It had been a long day, and the last thing he had wanted was to go into work on a Saturday, but being the boss, he was needed. He hated that he couldn’t stay home and help Y/N out with whatever she needed and enjoy time with her, but at least he was back in time to have dinner with her and his parents.

Getting out of the Impala, he locked it and walked around the back of the car to the other side. He tried to slide past his work bench, but rammed right into it, cursing as the edge dug into him, sending a few tools flying to the floor.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

He blinked a few times, crouching down and picking up the screwdrivers that fell on the floor. As he did, something that had fallen behind the bench caught his eye. He reached behind it, taking out the notebook that had gotten stuck. Opening it, he flipped through the pages, seeing old calculations and notes of his, knowing that they weren't of use now. Suddenly, a page fell out, falling at his feet, with unfamiliar writing on it.

“What…” he mumbled to himself as he held it up, reading over the page properly.

His face fell as he read over the words that were no doubt written by Lisa, recognizing her handwriting now that he could see it properly. She must have used this from his office in their house when she couldn’t find anything else.

Stubborn. Too close to his family. Doesn’t earn enough. Just a mechanic.

It was a pros and cons list. She had made reasons for whether she should stay with him or not. The only thing written on the pros list was that he was a good father figure to Ben. However, the cons outweighed everything as he read over them again. He didn’t earn enough. His job wasn’t good enough. And if that was true then that meant he wasn’t good enough. He knew he shouldn’t care what it said considering he was with Y/N now, and they were engaged, with his relationship with Lisa practically ancient history by now. Yet he couldn’t stop reading over her words.

Crushing the paper into a ball and shoving into his pocket, he shut the notebook, tossing it in the paper basket kept next to the bench. He walked over to the door that led into the house, closing it behind him and walked down the hallway, hearing Y/N’s infectious laugh coming from the living room.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, seeing him enter the room.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to her, kissing her softly as he leaned down. He went over to his parents and hugged them before sitting down next to her.

“How was work?” she asked, smiling at him.

“Tiring,” he replied, huffing slightly, but offered her a smile. “But good. Glad to be home though.”

“Well, I was telling your parents, but I can tell you now,” she started, sharing a smile with John and Mary before she turned back to him. “I found a venue for the wedding.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” he said, smiling softly as he kissed her again.

Y/N frowned slightly as he pulled away, sensing something wasn’t right with him, but she let it go for now. She hoped that he was just tired from work and that was it.

“Do you want to hear about it?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, too quickly. “Actually, I’m gonna wash up and why don’t you tell me over dinner.”

“Sure,” she agreed, nodding. “Well, food’s ready. We were just waiting on you.”

“Okay,” he muttered, standing up and walking out of the room.

“Does he seem a little off to you?” John questioned, frowning as he looked between Mary and Y/N.

“Something must’ve happened at work,” Y/N sighed, worriedly.

“Well, let’s just hope it’s nothing too serious,” Mary added, her expression matching Y/N’s.

Dean returned after freshening up, just as Y/N, Mary and John walked over to the dining table. They all sat down, each of them taking turns to put food on their plate. They ate in silence, worried eyes glancing between each other and discreetly looking at Dean as he ate. Sensing they needed a distraction first, John and Mary exchanged looks, before she cleared her throat.

“So, we actually have something for both of you,” Mary announced, looking at John, giving him a firm nod.

The elder Winchester took out a small, folded piece of paper from his shirt pocket, and slid it across the wooden table to his son. Dean frowned curiously and Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, as she looked over Dean’s shoulder. He opened it, both of their eyes widening as they saw what it was. He opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to speak.

“That’s from us, and after we spoke to your mom and dad, we decided to split things between us, so there’s should be coming to you soon,” Mary told Y/N, smiling.

“Mary…” Y/N trailed off, shaking her head as she was still in shock. “We can’t accept this cheque-”

“Guys, this is insane,” Dean finally said, frowning as he looked up at his parents.

“I thought you’d say that, but-” Mary started but Dean cut her off.

“We’re not taking it, mom,” he interrupted, his frustration getting the better of him.

“Dean,” Mary sighed, thinking about how to make him understand. “We’ve been sitting on this money since before you started renovating this place. We tried to hint then too, but you didn’t take it, wanting to do everything yourself. Had you never had this place we would’ve given it to you on your wedding day to put towards a house, just like we did with Sam and Eileen. Considering you have this place now, the least we can do is help with the wedding.”

“You’re really sure about this?” Y/N asked, completely unsure if this was a good idea. Clearly Dean wasn’t accepting this.

“Absolutely,” Mary replied, smiling. “And don’t even think about paying it back, it’s for both of you to use, however you want. Put it towards the wedding, if there’s anything left, put it towards the honeymoon, or savings… whatever you want.”

Dean shook his head, the frown still evident on his face. “So what? This is a pity offer?”

“No,” Mary gasped, eyes wide with shock. “Of course not, Dean. How could you think we would do that?”

He scoffed, turning to glare at Y/N. “I don’t make enough money, right? That’s what this is. You asked them for money.”

Y/N looked at him, unable to get over her shock at the way he was reacting. “What? No. No! Dean, how can you think that?”

Dean chuckled bitterly. He looked down at his food, suddenly losing his appetite. He quickly stood up, pushing up his sleeves as he pushed his chair out. Y/N felt her heart banging repeatedly against her ribcage, as she watched him get up.

“We’re not taking this. No fucking way,” he hissed, pushing the cheque back across the surface.

“Dean,” John’s voice bellowed around the room, staring up at his son with a stern expression.

“Dean, we just wanted to contribute, that’s all, honey,” Mary reasoned, trying to calm the situation. “If this is how you feel, then it’s put to bed. Let’s just enjoy dinner.”

“Yeah, damn right that’s how I feel,” he snapped, as he turned to face her.

“I’m sor-” Mary started but he cut her off again, turning to Y/N.

“Do you think I can’t do this for us?” he asked, his voice eerily calm but the shakiness gave away how upset he was, as he faced Y/N.

Her eyes narrowed in upset as she stood up too, looking at him. “Of course I think you can do this, Dean. How could you even question that?”

“Because it’s exactly what it looks like, Y/N!” he yelled. He scoffed and shook his head, scrubbing a hand down his face. “What I do isn’t good enough. I’m not good enough.”

She visibly flinched; her eyes widened as she looked at him. She had never seen him this upset. She felt tears brim her bottom lids, threatening to fall. John and Mary watched on in horror, unable to understand what was going on with their son.

“What?” she scoffed, shaking her head. “How could you possibly think that?”

“Because it’s true,” he muttered, looking away from her, his jaw clenching tight. “And if you haven’t already, you’ll realize it one day.”

“Dean,” she breathed, a tear rolling down her face as she saw how dejected he looked.

“That’s not true.”

“If you don’t want this anymore, Y/N, there were easier ways to tell me,” he spat, turning away from her and storming off.

“Dean, stop! What’s gotten into you?” she yelled, following behind him.

“I can’t fucking do this right now,” he scoffed.

Mary and John were hot on their heels too as they stopped in the entrance, watching Dean pick up his keys and make his way to the door.

“Dean, where are you going?” Y/N asked, choking as a wave of sadness washed over her.

“I can’t be here,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I need to think.”

“Think about what?” Her voice was cracking, the tears finally falling down her face. Everything was falling apart in the span of a few minutes, and she had no idea why. Why was he acting like this?

“I don’t know, Y/N, okay?” he snapped, turning to pin her with a scowl. “I just… I gotta get outta here.” Gesturing around him, he turned to open the door.

His mind was cloudy with all the doubts he was having at that moment. He needed a drink and some time to cool off. He walked through the threshold, not looking back at Y/N.

“Dean, wait-” she started but the door slamming as he left, cut her off.

Y/N felt knots in her stomach, tightening and moving into her chest. She tried to breathe normally but started to feel as if her throat was closing off, cutting off her air supply. Tears stung her eyes as they continued to flow down her face. She began hyperventilating, her hands cupping over her mouth as she began to cry. Her body shook with the force of her sobs. Her legs felt like jelly, like any minute she would collapse and wouldn’t be able to get up again.

“Oh, honey,” Mary whispered, as she wrapped her arms around Y/N tightly.

“I don’t… k-know what I did to-to make him think-” she stuttered, stopping as she sobbed.

“You didn’t do anything, sweetie. I just… There's something wrong. I didn’t think he would act like this. At most, he would be annoyed and then eventually give in. But this?” Mary tried to figure out what was going on, but shook her head as she couldn’t think of what could be wrong with her son.

“I’ll go talk to him,” John offered.

“No, he just needs space to process whatever’s going on in his head,” Y/N sniffled, pulling away from Mary as she looked between them. “You can head home if you want to. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” John stated, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and hugging her as she was between him and Mary. “Everything’s gonna be okay, don’t you worry.”

The silence made her mind wander off into irrational directions. Had she done something to make Dean this upset? Had she said anything to make him think he wasn’t good enough? She loved him so much, and she wanted nothing more than to be his wife, but if she had really made him feel that way, then she was the one who wasn’t good enough for him.

She managed to convince John and Mary that she was fine enough for them to leave, insisting they take some food home with them. They said their goodbyes, and Y/N headed upstairs, completely exhausted after the whirlwind evening. As she got changed in the walk-in closet, she felt more tears sting her eyes. They rolled down her face, but she didn’t make a move to wipe them away as she changed.

She just wanted Dean to come home so that they could talk and forget about what just happened.

Dean drove around town for a while, the words he said to Y/N plaguing his mind. He was just so angry after finding that list from Lisa, it just came out in the worst way possible. He reached the regular bar that he would go to with the guys, needing at least one drink to calm himself down.

Sitting down at the bar, he ordered a whiskey double, neat, and gulped the first one down in one shot. Asking for another, he nursed it as he thought about everything that had happened in the past half hour. His anger had dissolved quickly and had morphed into fear. Fear at what he would or wouldn’t find when he got home. As a Queen song played in the background from the jukebox, he quickly realized how much it was mirroring the situation they had found themselves in.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me

You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me

Love of my life, can’t you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Don’t take it away from me

Because you don’t know

What it means to me

He realized how he had overreacted, that his parents, just being the people that they are, would just give the cheque to them. He shouldn’t have taken his anger out on them and Y/N. Hell, she didn’t even know what he was upset about. That considered, he knew that he wasn’t good enough for her, especially now. Taking out his phone, he looked at the screen and saw a few missed calls from her and a few texts. Gulping the lump in his throat, he opened the messages and felt his heart sink into his stomach as he read over them. There were three, and as he read the words over again, he felt tears prick his eyes.

She had nothing to be sorry for. He was the asshole that let things blow out of proportion, all because he let one stupid note get to him. Determined to make it home and fix everything, Dean paid for his drink and left the bar.

He hoped like hell that he hadn’t ruined his whole future in one evening.

Dean entered through the door from the garage. Not a single light was on as he walked further in, seeing the kitchen, dining and living area completely dark. Taking a deep breath, he turned towards the stairs and began the climb to the second floor, knowing he had to face whatever came next, even if he was fearing it so much that his stomach was in knots.

He walked towards their bedroom and stood at the threshold, his heart breaking at what he saw. Only one of the bedside lamps was on, providing the only light in the room. Y/N was lying on the bed, her back to the door, her knees drawn up as she laid in the foetal position, her shoulders shaking. She was sobbing quietly, the sounds low but somehow so loud in the quiet room. With every cry, a piece of his heart felt like it was shattering into smaller shards.

He moved slowly towards the bed, sitting down on the edge, watching as her head slowly turned. Her eyes were red and puffy, wet from the tears she had shed. She looked at him, sitting up slowly, their eyes meeting. Suddenly, she launched herself into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, crying into the crook of his neck. He felt tears prick his eyes, letting a few escape as he felt his sadness wash over him.

“Y/N,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never should’ve said the things that I did, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“I was so scared,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry for whatever I did, please, just tell me.”

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling her away and cupping her face, looking her deep in the eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.”

“How could you ever doubt how I feel about you?” she asked, her voice croaky from how much she had cried. “How could you ever think you’re not good enough for me? What did I do to make you think that?”

“You didn’t do anything, sweetheart. I promise. This was… this was all me and my crap,” he said, shaking his head.

“What did I do to make you doubt me?” she cried, fresh tears making tracks down her face.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” he reassured her, frantically moving towards her, grasping her shoulders. “You didn’t do anything, okay? This… this is the reason I overreacted.”

She frowned as he handed her the paper, but opened the folded page and read over the words written on there. She was confused, knowing she didn’t write this, her eyebrows lifting in realization as she read over the “pros” column.

“I’ll kill her,” she growled, looking up at him with a ferocity in her eyes. “I’ll… God, I wanna hurt her!”

Y/N stood up from the bed and paced the floor, her whole body shaking with how angry she was at that moment. She couldn’t believe that something like this could come between them, showing that Lisa still had a grip on Dean’s mind.

“She doesn’t get to do this to you anymore, Dean!” she yelled, holding up the piece of paper. “She doesn’t get to ruin our future!”

He scoffed a chuckle, shaking her head. “I nearly let her.”

“So, don’t,” Y/N said, walking up to him. She cupped his face in her hands, making him look up at her as he sat on the bed. “You are good enough for me. Every part of you. I love you for exactly who you are, and if I have to spend the rest of our lives together trying to convince you that you’re my one, my everything, that there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re so right for me, then I’ll do it.”

Wrapping her arms around him, his forehead rested against her chest as she laid her cheek on his head. She held him tightly, neither of them wanting to move away from the other.

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot,” he muttered, his hands on her hips, feeling the material of his black t-shirt she was wearing against his skin. “I just saw that cheque, and I thought about that list, and I just overreacted.”

“No, you’re not,” she stated, kissing the top of his head. “You were upset.”

“That’s no excuse,” he whispered, hating himself for taking it out on her. “You didn’t deserve that. I uh… I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to end this-”

“Dean, stop,” she choked out, pressing her forehead to his, combing her hand through his hair.

He shook his head, lifting it to look into her eyes. “I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about this even before finding that list. I’m always scared I’m gonna say or do something to give you a reason to leave me. If that happened… I know I wouldn’t survive it.”

Y/N frustratedly wiped her tears away, looking around the room for her sweats. Finding them, she roughly pulled them on and slipped on her sneakers, putting on a light shirt over the black t-shirt she was wearing. Dean watched her; confusion riddled his face as she moved around the room.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice wavering as his mind started to make up horrific scenarios.

“Come with me,” she said, firmly, a determined look on her face as she held her hand out.

“Where are we-” he started but she cut him off, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the bed.

“Shut up,” she muttered, scowling as she dragged him behind her, down the stairs and out of the house, just as she picked up her keys from the table at the entrance.

Knowing he couldn’t argue when she looked so distressed, he followed behind her as they made their way to her car.

“Get in,” she demanded, harshly.

He was shaking, wondering what the hell had come over her suddenly but again did as he was told without saying anything that would possibly make her angrier than he already had. He couldn’t tell what he had done, but she was upset with him.

Dean looked on in silence as Y/N backed out and turned the car, the tires screeching as she sped off down the road. He gulped as she drove, his mind trying to talk itself out of thinking she was possibly going to kill him and dump his body somewhere. However, he also found her anger strangely arousing. They drove ten minutes before he recognized that she wasn’t going to do that, and that she had turned down a very familiar street. They drove past several houses before she stopped, pulling the car up to the curb and cutting the engine.

“Get out,” she ordered, leaving the keys in the ignition and opening the driver’s side door, slamming it shut as she stood on the road.

He got out, closing the passenger door and following behind her, looking around the dark street and quickly realizing they were standing in front of her previous rental house, just across from his and Lisa’s, all that time ago. She pulled at his jacket and he stumbled, straightening when she pulled him to stand in a specific spot next to the curb. She looked up at him, standing directly in front of him as the deep glare, her eyes riddled with sadness, was still on her face.

“Do you remember what happened here?” she asked, her eyes welling with unshed tears.

Frowning, he shook his head as he was unable to think straight, his mind clouded by the sudden change in her demeanour. “Y/N, I-”

“Do you remember what happened here, Dean?” she repeated, her voice cracking slightly as she raised it.

He sighed, glancing between the two houses, giving her a curt nod. “Of course I do.”

“Tell me,” she ordered, not breaking her eye contact with him, the scowl still present.

“It’s…” he cleared his throat, pushing down the lump in his throat as he looked at her. “It’s where I helped you with your stuff. It’s… it’s where we met.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her face as she nodded slowly. “And it’s also where my life changed forever. Even if I didn’t know it at the time.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, trying to reach for her hand but she pulled away, making his heart sink. She had never done that. Never.

“Do you remember what was happening in that house?” she asked, the tears flowing freely down her face as she looked across the street.

He looked over, breathing heavily, his breath shaky as he exhaled but said nothing. He remembered all too well.

“You thought you were happy. You thought everything was fine… but you were losing yourself because of-” she choked, shaking her head, overwhelmed as she thought about those early days and her first impressions of his relationship with Lisa. “Because of her, and you didn’t even know it.”

He was silent, unable to say anything or even try to deny it, because he knew it was true. Turning his head to Y/N, he saw her looking up at him, the glare finally disappearing, her eyes holding a determined look despite the tears.

“And now, you could lose yourself because of her again if you don’t stop yourself from thinking that she's right,” she stated, stepping closer to him. “She was never right and she never will be. She didn’t know you like I do. She didn’t love you like I do. She’s gone from our lives… so don’t bring her back into it by going back into the shell she put you in.”

His jaw clenched as he shut his eyes, squeezing them tight as a tear slipped down his right cheek. Lifting her hand, she cupped his cheek and brushed it away with her thumb, stroking his jaw. She pushed up on her tiptoes, capturing his plump lips between hers, kissing him hard and desperately. She needed him to see there was nothing there to leave him over.

Pulling away from the kiss but keeping close, she looked at him as her thumbs stroked along his cheeks. “You’ll never give me a reason to leave you. Not now, not ever.”

“You got a lot of confidence in me, sweetheart,” he muttered, a slight scoff in his tone.

She smiled softly, knowing that if he couldn’t see it himself, she’d spend forever showing him he was worth more than he gave himself credit for.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I do.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Don’t be,” she whispered back, her eyes closing, content to be close to him again. “We’re going to be okay.”

“You think so?” he asked, his voice laced with hope, as he lifted his head to look at her properly.

“I know so,” she replied, a soft smile on her face. “You’re not getting rid of me any time soon, Winchester.”

“You still wanna marry me after that?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes,” she said, simply as she pushed herself closer into him. “You can’t let something she thought affect you because it’s not true. It doesn’t matter what she thinks. So… promise me, right now, that you’re going to let this go. All that matters is you and me.”

Looking deep into her eyes, he remembered everything they had been through together, and thought about all the amazing things they still had to experience. He wasn’t going to let someone from his past ruin his future.

“I promise,” he said, firmly.

She smiled up at him, moving in and capturing his lips, kissing him passionately. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered. “So fucking much.”

“Let’s go home,” she whispered back, stroking her hand lightly over the back of his head. “I think I need to show you just how much I love you.”

He hummed against her lips, kissing her softly. “Yes, please.”

She laughed, biting her lip. “I scared you a little, didn’t I?”

“Well, when I didn’t think about how you could be plotting to kill me,” he joked, smirking as she chuckled, “it was kinda hot to see you pissed off.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she giggled. “You’re crazy.”

“Hey,” he called out, pulling her closer, his hands sliding down to her hips. “I can’t help the fact that it turned me on, sweetheart. It’s just the magic of you.”

She felt her cheeks heat up, pressing her lips together as she tried not to smile. “Let’s go before someone sees us out here.”

Hand in hand, they walked back to the car, separating as they got in. He glanced back at the old house once more, feeling an enormous weight lift off him as he looked at the place that held a lot of pain before Y/N came along. That weight had resurfaced when he saw that list that Lisa had made, but as she always did, Y/N had been there to stop him from losing his way. She was the one who built him back up to the person that he used to be, the one who reignited his spirit. He had known early on how special she was, and she proved time and time again that she was there to stay.

And now, he was never going to lose sight of that. He let Lisa get into his head again, but for the final time, he was putting an end to that. He had someone by his side who wanted to be with him forever, and he was never going to forget that ever again.

Y/N sat at the dining table the next morning, her coffee in hand, all of her plans for the wedding spread out in front of her. She smiled as she sent a few texts out to the girls, asking them if they were available the next weekend to start looking for her wedding dress. As she was looking at photos, she flinched slightly, feeling Dean’s lips against her neck, moving down to her exposed shoulder, the sleeve of his t-shirt she was wearing having slipped down.

“Oh my god, Dean, don’t look!” she yelled, hiding her screen with her hands.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down beside her. “Babe, you haven’t even found a dress yet. I’m pretty sure it’s okay if I can see those.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to see in case I do find something like this,” she explained, smiling sheepishly. “I want to surprise you.”

He smiled as he leaned forward, kissing her softly. “You’re gonna knock me out no matter what dress you pick. Just sayin’.”

“Even if I look like a frosted cupcake?” she teased, giggling.

“Well, yeah,” he agreed, his lips hovering close to hers. “‘Cause then you’ll look good enough to eat.”

“That’s so cheesy,” she snorted, laughing.

“You love it,” he grinned, chuckling along with her.

She pressed her lips to his, kissing him lightly but he had other plans, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her off her chair, onto his lap. She moaned softly against his lips as his fingers ran lightly over her bare thighs, the t-shirt riding up as she straddled him.

“So…” she pulled away from the kiss, reaching for the cheque on the table and showing it to him. “What do we want to do with this?”

“We use it,” he replied, nodding confidently as he smirked. “If there’s any left, we save it for the future, including anything your parents are sending.”

She beamed, brushing her knuckles against his cheek. “Sounds good.”

As they sat there together, having breakfast and coffee as they talked about the plans, Dean was leaving all the negative thoughts behind with the confidence that the woman sitting next to him wasn’t going anywhere. With the promises already made the previous night, he smiled as he thought about all the new ones he would make on the day she finally became his wife.

On the day the next chapter of their lives started.

A chapter he couldn’t wait to explore with Y/N by his side.

-x-

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Yes, Professor

Pairing: Prof!Adonis Wilson(Oc) x student!fem!reader

Warning(s): college au!, small insinuation of smut, multiple references to Adonis and Aphrodite, language (possibly one or two), let me know if I missed anything

A/N: This is about three years old but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while

There was less than a week left before the school year officially ended and my senior students didn’t hide their excitement for the ending of a long four or so years. Hell, my fellow professors and I are ecstatic for the last day.

I was grading my students’ essays when I came across a paper that seemed familiar. I took an already graded essay and analyzed the two.

I was grading my students’ essays when I came across a paper that seemed familiar. I took an already graded essay and analyzed the two.

“Y/N.” I sighed.

I know for a fact that this wasn’t the first time Y/N has written an essay for one of her fellow students. I’ll just write a letter so we can talk about future consequences if this happens again. In the meantime, I’ll grade the rest of these and post the grades.

-Two hours later-

“Spencer, can you post the grades for me? I have an errand to run and I want those up before the night ends.”

“Yes sir, and thank you for giving me the position of TA sir. It was needed this year”

“It's no problem Reid, I’ll see you in tomorrow’s class.” I nod as I gather my things and exit the classroom. Heading to my office I take the note to Y/N out of my blazer pocket and re-read it. Once I arrive at my office and I am fully satisfied with what I wrote I set my things down and make my way to the student dorms.

Standing in front of her door I don’t knock but I instead tape the note to her door knowing she can easily get to it. I head back to my office and begin the lesson plans for the next day’s class, also waiting for Your arrival.

-Your POV-

After my last class, I was about ready to fall asleep as soon as I stepped into my dorm. Professor Hotchner was a real ass today for no reason, but I like studying Criminal Justice so I’m not backing down. My parents told me to study four majors so that I could have a fallback plan. I didn’t argue because it wasn’t a bad plan.

I'm studying Criminal Justice, Psychology1, English Literature, and Forensic Science. All aren't super stressful but the pressure my parents put on me was suffocating. I walk up to my dorm while sipping my iced coffee. When I got close to my dorm I found a note taped on my dorm’s door that said “I know you wrote Ms. Prentiss’ most recent essay along with yours. See me in my office as soon as you get this. - Prof. Wilson”

Shit. Mr. Wilson is my Psychology teacher, correction- hot Psychology teacher. It's my senior year of college and I have been crushing on this man since he was my brother’s teacher five years ago. I mean he was practically written by women, the literal definition of tall, dark and handsome. The fact that his name is Adonis makes everything make sense. a youth of remarkable beauty, the favorite of the goddess Aphrodite.’

My brother says he is way too old for me… not saying he’s wrong though since he's thirty-seven and I am twenty-three, so it wasn’t even that bad. Ugh and don’t get me started on the ‘no student/faculty' thing, but luckily we have fewer weeks left of college which means we are technically free.

I walk into my dorm and drop my stuff on the counter in my dorm’s kitchen. I see my roommate Penelope watching TV and raise an eyebrow at her. After a few seconds, I believe she felt eyes on her so she turned to me, first confused at my pointed face before her eyes widened as she came to a realization.

-2nd POV change-

“Shit wait, Y/N/N, he found out?” Penelope asked very warily.

“Yeah, Pen. He wants me to go to his office ASAP.”

“I'm so sorry, if I would’ve known I wouldn’t have- wait just you?” Penelope quickly switched from apologetic to slightly confused.

“Huh?” You furrowed your brows and tilted your head a bit.

“He only wants you to meet with him? Not me?” She recollected what you told her.

“I guess not.” You shrugged.

“Mhm…” Penelope made the face she made when she found something that wasn’t right.

“What?”

“Oh I don’t know, you’re really hot… he’s really hot- don’t you see what I’m insinuating here?”

“Jesus, Pen he’s our Psychology Professor, he wouldn’t be-“

“Shut up and get ready to see your future baby daddy, please. I want a goddaughter.”

“Okay one, he’s one of my dad’s best friends, and two, stop because you know he would make the most perfect baby ever.” You wined out in a quick ramble as you closed your eyes to picture your professor. you thought that he would surely be disturbed by the thought of his student thinking of him like this. How one could crave someone they’ve never been too close to.

“I know! And with your beauty and intelligence, it would be the perfect child.” Penelope thought and knew differently. It was written all over Professor Wilson’s face. He feel deep and there was no stopping the inevitable clash of these two that would blossom into the most enviable relationship there is.

You began to pace, your strides were the same pace as your thoughts. While Penelope sat back on the couch and looked at you struggle to put pieces together. The tv show she was watching now was far in the back of her mind.

“Mmm- okay. These are the last few days of school, something could happen.” You nodded your head a bit, fingers carding through your hair.

“That’s what I said but carry on.” Penelope’s sarcastic hand gestures waved in the air but stopped at seeing the unimpressed look you gave her.

“But that’s even if he’s interested in me that way.” Penelope’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief with a tilt of her head.

“So you’re telling me you don't see him glance up at you at least 50 times a minute during every class? Cause everyone has, we’re all just waiting on you and McPerfect to make sweet love- mainly to get easy assignments but too late for that.” You cringed at the thought of how oblivious you both were.

“Even Spence?” Penelope nods, making you sigh. “Ok. I’m doing it.” You made up your mind with a brave and confident grin.

“Well you kind of have to but what else are you doing?” Penelope shrugged.

“Ask him out on a date- which would hopefully take place after graduation.” The two of you silently agreed.

“Go get your Adonis, Aphrodite.”

“Yes, ma’am.” With that, you grabbed your purse, adjusted the white blouse you were wearing and left the dorm.

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Pregnancy Series - Part 3

Telling them 

Hey! So a lot of you have been waiting and I am honestly happy that you guys seem to like my pregnancy series! Please feel free to tell me your opinion with a comment or through a reblog ( I read every single # ) or just send me a message in my inbox! Hope you enjoy! 

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2 

Jumin

You nervously rubbed your hands together as the weekend finally came.

Ever since Jumin married you, he decided to have his birthday parties only with you instead of throwing big parties with people he didn’t even like just because of his status.

But this time you prepared something special for him.

You decided to invite your father-in-law as well as the RFA, even Zen, at your place on the 4th of October to stay until Jumin’s birthday at midnight the 5th october.

For Zen, you even prepared your party room since your beloved cat wasn’t in every room of the big penthouse your husband owned.

And so you prepared everything without your husband’s knowing. To say it clearly, you made someone else prepare it because you were scared of hurting the baby, being overprotective since it took you so long to get pregnant.

Maybe you were too scared, but you knew that Jumin wouldn’t have wanted you to overwork yourself.

The room was decorated in gold and black colors and you also baked a big cake on your own, deciding to hide a long note into the cake, saying that you were pregnant. At the end of the note, a copy of your first picture of the baby was attached, showing Jumin that whatever was happening was real.

You knew that he would be more than happy to see this, to know about the baby you were carrying.

,,Finally ready,’’ you said and sighed, looking at your clock, knowing that at 8 PM everyone would come home to stay into the room before Jumin would come home with Jaehee from the office.

The first guest to arrive was your father in law. To your surprise, he didn’t take his girlfriend along, but since Jumin always had to prepare a second party for his status, your in-law promised you to bring her along the next day. Well, you knew that this wasn’t going to last for a long time, but to make the elder happy, you nodded and smiled, telling him that you were more than happy to be able to get to know her.

Lastly, Seven, Zen, and Yoosung arrived. Zen and Seven were arguing whether or not the red haired boy should kidnap his Elly.

,,I need to go home with you. You can’t take that fur ball with you!’’ he hissed.

You left the men alone for a second before you waited for the final guest - your husband, of course followed by Jaehee who just sent you a message about her arrival.

Jumin was puzzled at first when you invited Jaehee inside and led the way to another part of the penthouse, but since it was you who asked, it was okay, you were his wife after all.

The surprise party, however, made him emotional and you knew that Jumin was touched just by his mimicry and how he stood there, you knew your husband.

,,I have a present for you, but you will only be allowed to have it at midnight!’’ you teased him after he gave you a long, lovely kiss.

Staying awake almost four hours more was hard for you. Since you knew that you were pregnant, you were even sleepier, but for Jumin you could manage to stay awake. You had to.

,,IT’S MIDNIGHT! BRING THE CAKE!’’ Seven screamed in excitement, making you a bit nervous.

Yoosung carried the cake into the room after you kindly asked him to, as you all sang ,,Happy Birthday’’ to him.

,,Thank you, my love,’’ he whispered and kissed you again, ready to blow his candles.

,,Before you cut the cake, Jumin,’’ you said as he stood there with a knife already ,,here’s something you have to pull out. Read it out loud,’’ you said.

You pressed your lips together as you waited for him to pull out the long white note until finally the first words appeared. ,,I…..’’ he said, he smirked, thinking that the note was ,,I love you’’

,,A….M…..P...R...E...G…-’’ he looked at you in shock before he pulled the note even quicker out of the cake, seeing the last picture of an ultrasound.

For the first time, all members of the RFA saw Jumin Han cry real tears by the man they always called ,,cold hearted’’ as he hugged his wife and kissed her with a lot of love, thanking her over and over again.

,,This is the best present ever,’’ he hiccuped and kneeled down to kiss your flat belly.

Zen

,,You will surely be a good mother!’’ the chocolate lady praised you as she gave you the white chocolate with the baby sonogram of your baby.

You quickly went back in and prepared a few more things. The chocolate was ready, you thought you would now take a little package and put balloons around the chocolate so that it would float up as soon as Zen would open the box.

Since the chocolate was in a cute packaging too, you put a note on it saying to open it immediately to see the surprise.

You guessed that this would be the perfect Valentine’s Day gift.

Then you also decided to bake a few muffins, not just for Zen, but also because you wanted to slowly get used to the idea of baking cakes for your future child.

That evening, you tried your best to act normal because you were overloading with happiness and excitement.

The next day, you woke up pretty quickly. One of the reasons was because you had the urge to throw up and the other reason was because you wanted to drop the news as soon as possible.

,,Mc, did you get checked up? Like-’’

,,Hyun, it’s just a virus. That’s why I had to cancel our reservation at the hospital,’’ you groaned as you again had to empty your stomach.

,,Of course, baby,’’ he whispered, holding your hair as he kept rubbing your back.

At times like these, he wished you could be like him, healing and getting better quickly.

But he also knew that you were a strong woman and didn’t have any problems.

,,Okay, I’m better,’’ you gasped as you went to wash your mouth. The taste you had in your mouth wasn’t really yummy and so you brushed your teeth before you decided to give him his present.

,,Here, for you,’’ you whispered as you laid back in bed, feeling a bit lightheaded.

Zen’s eyes went soft as he saw the big box, placing it on the floor and sitting next to it to open the present.

Just like you wanted, the balloons flew up, pulling the chokolate up.

Zen quickly grabbed the present and read the note out loud.

,,I’m excited. I never thought that Valentine’s Day could become so special one day,’’ he laughed.

You slowly teared up as you thought about how much better and special this day would become.

Zen opened the chocolate and inspected the picture.

He stayed silent for a second before he looked up at you again.

,,Really?’’ he asked you, whispering as his tears found a way out.

,,Really, Hyun, really.’’

Yoosung

You hurried home after the appointment, thinking about the best way to tell your husband that you were pregnant.

After you decided to take a look at some Pinterest boards, you decided to sew a little baby out of his clothes.

You once saw it in a drama and it was, in your opinion, the cutest idea.

And so, you took an old shirt of his and went down to the city, buying some stuff to fill your baby.

It took you the whole day to sew that baby, to first cut the material, put it together in a little cute baby outfit, and patch it together.

You were really happy back then; your teacher taught you how to sew at the machine and your mother bought you one back then.

Right when Yoosung entered, you just finished the little baby.

You were proud of yourself and were more than happy that you could hide the present before he came home.

,,Hello, my wife,“ he smiled and kissed you, seeing that you were in a better mood than in the morning.

,,You haven't cooked yet? Wanna do it together?“ he asked you, seeing that nothing was prepared.

,,Oh, I need to be honest. I took a good rest today and I forgot that it was already so late,“ you lied.

,,It’s okay! I can also order some sushi or-”

,,No sushi!“ you called, looking away.

,,Can we eat pizza?“ you asked him, trying to hide the fact that you preferred to not eat raw fish.

And so you both did, although Yoosung was kind of puzzled when you didn’t take the wine you both usually drank while eating pizza.

The day went by and the next morning finally arrived. You were happy to wake up just in time to set the table, prepare the breakfast, and put his bag with the baby doll on his seat.

,,Happy eighth anniversary,“ he whispered and kissed you, hugging your body from behind, nuzzling his head in your neck.

,,Eight years already,“ you sighed happily and turned around, ready to give him a deep, lovely kiss on his lips.

Yoosung quickly sat down, giving you his hand over the table as he put some sugar in his coffee.

,,That’s for you,“ he told you, giving you an envelope.

You smiled.

,,The bag in front of you is from me for you,“ you told him, as if someone else could have made him a present.

The both of you decided to open your present at the same time.

And once again, you surprised each other.

,,You want to adopt a child?“ you asked him as he almost screamed ,,YOU’RE PREGNANT?“

You both laughed at the same time. Yoosung quickly got up from his chair, getting on his knees as he kissed your belly with tears in his eyes.

,,I knew it! No sushi, no wine! I knew it!“ he sobbed, stroking the place where his baby was supposed to be.

,,Such a little human being will grow up here. Can you believe it?“ Yoosung asked you.

You were also now sobbing, shaking his head as you stroked his fluffy hair ,,Finally, Yoosung, finally,“

Jaehee

Your girlfriend couldn’t wait to hug you, hold you in her arms and so, as soon as she caught a glimpse of you at the train station, she hugged you, sobbing into your shoulder.

It was cold outside and you luckily came back right in time before the holy days of Christmas.

Jaehee still hugged you when suddenly, something soft and cold touched your nose, making you look up into the sky.

,,The first snow,’’ you whispered, making Jaehee loosen up her hug and look up too.

She chuckled as she knew that you loved the snow.

A few seconds later, the both of you walked hand in hand towards your shop. Jaehee was happy as you seemed to be in a happy mood.

Your fingers felt hot as hers were entangled in yours, stroking the skin of your finger with her thumb.

,,Go and take a warm shower. I will make us some food,’’ she mumbled and quickly left you alone.

And so, while the warm water of your shower hit your body, warming you up and relaxing your muscles, you thought of a way to tell Jaehee that you two finally did it.

Suddenly, you got a very good idea. Lately, you were into sublime stitching and found it hard to find new things to stitch, but now that you had your first ultrasound, you finally had a new challenge to take!

You copied your first ultrasound and sent it to your favorite artist, who was more than happy to make your ultrasound into a pattern with ink.

Just like always, you ironed the picture with the hot iron on your fabric, but this time you didn’t buy the pattern and indeed used your own.

You smiled as you saw how good it worked out. You were really proud of yourself that the first step was already so well done! 

But you couldn’t keep going as Jaehee called you to open the shop with her.

And so the weeks went by. You luckily didn’t have any symptoms that could have ruined the surprise for Jaehee.

You wanted to give it to her as a Christmas present after all.

You kept stitching along the line, slowly and accurately so that everything would look nice and neat.

When you finally finished, you felt yourself becoming emotional. This was now real, this present and this baby was really happening to you and Jaehee, who waited for so long for this.

The last step was to wash the fabric so that the blue ink would disappear, making it look once again much more beautiful.

,,I can’t wait for Christmas,’’ you chuckled to yourself and put the present into a little box.

,,You really didn’t have to,’’ Jaehee whispered the morning of Christmas Eve.

The both of you sat on your couch in front of your Christmas tree.

It was warm and cozy in your living room as you both were wearing the same Christmas hoodies.

You excitedly looked over to Jaehee as she opened the box.

Her fingers followed every stitched line, her lips began to tremble and it seemed as if she couldn’t breathe calmly.

You were getting worried, but soon enough Jaehee looked at you.

,,Is that yours?’’ she asked her, her voice was cracking.

,,Yes. I didn’t have the flu or covid, I’m pregnant,’’ you laughed.

Jaehee hugged you, not too strong, stroking the back of your hair as she enjoyed the warmth of your body.

,,I don’t have such a great present,’’ she laughed and kissed your cheek.

Saeyoung

The birthday of the twins was slowly approaching. By now you were eight weeks pregnant.

You still had symptoms and felt sick. Sometimes you couldn’t even cook, making Saeyoung worry for you, but you knew that this was worth it.

You chuckled as you thought about your self made toy you prepared as a present for Saeyoung. It was a toy he had to play first before the news of your pregnancy would be announced.

It took you a while to construct everything.

It was a game where he had to put cards together. To put them together, he had to form different sentences in different languages.

Matching cards would give him a letter and afterwards those letters would give him the sentence ,,You will be soon a daddy!’’ but of course, he had to also form this sentence.

Since it was kind of difficult to perform this all in Hangul, you decided to make it an english game.

For Saeran, you prepared a little teddy bear which would say ,,Hello Uncle’’ but of course, he wasn’t allowed to open his present until Saeyoung played with his present.

The 11th of June quickly approached you guys as you woke up one morning. Luckily, you still didn’t feel sick.

You hugged Saeyoung as you woke him up with a sweet kiss ,,Good morning,’’ you whispered, making him groan, but not open his eyes.

,,Hello, how did you sleep?’’ you asked him when he turned his body to you and hugged you back.

,,Good, but being awake next to you is better,’’ he whimpered and almost fell asleep again.

,,Ya! Your birthday breakfast is waiting for you!’’ you hissed and laughed.

He immediately jumped up, yelling for his brother. ,,SAERAN, YOU ARE TURNING A YEAR OLDER!’’ he laughed, making you shake your head.

But you were happy that Saeyoung finally found his brother. You could just imagine how it must have been for him to miss his second half for all those years.

And even though Saeran didn’t admit it, he probably missed his brother too.

The three of you were sitting around the table as they ate their soup. It was a special soup for their birthday.

,,I will give you your birthday present later when the other’s are here too,’’ you told them both, making your husband especially sad. ,,You always want your present at midnight and now I have to wait?’’ he asked you, whining as you laughed at him.

,,It’s special, that’s why,’’ you told him, making him sulk.

,,My presents are always special,’’ he whined but didn’t say anything anymore as he enjoyed his food.

You were nervous as the RFA came one by one. By now, you guys were always together. You saw yourselves as a family.

,,Okay guys, because of you I couldn’t open my present!’’ he whined and finally unpacked the box. At first he looked a bit… puzzled, which made you chuckle.

You explained to him how to play and even persuaded him to play on his own.

,,Boring that everyone is watching me,’’ he mumbled as Saeran kept patting his present, you told him he wasn’t allowed to open it yet.

,,Is that german? ,,Wir müssen…’’ what?’’ he laughed.

But one by one he did it and finally had the single letters that would give the hidden message.

,,I am pregnant, I don’t even have to think about it, that’s the message, right?’’ he said and immediately looked up at you, already in tears.

By now, Saeran too, unpacked his bear and in a big family embrace, Saeyoung cried into your shoulder.

Saeran

After you were brought to the maternity ward and they did some more tests, it seemed that it was official that you were pregnant!

Saeran got up as soon as he saw you walking out of the big doors.

,,Is it something serious? It took you so long and no one wanted to say anything,’’ he whined and took your hand between his, massaging your palm as he slowly walked out with you.

,,I just had to wait a long time,’’ you lied and smiled at him, trying to convince him that you just had a mere virus.

And so the days passed again and you worked on a present for Saeran who was a soon to be father.

You put a lot of thought into it and decided that doing something handmade would be much better than just telling him.

That’s why you decided to give him something your baby would get - a handmade baby blanket with his favorite flower patched on it.

You put a lot of hard work into it, using the best material and the most beautiful colors.

And since the gender was still unknown, you decided to go for a light beige color with some red details.

In the end, the blanket looked just too cute and it hit you - you were pregnant.

The day was nothing special when you told Saeran that you would like to go and eat an ice cream with him, something he agreed to immediately.

He took a few hours free and hand in hand with you, he went to buy ice cream for the both of you, enjoying the sun on your skin and the nature around you.

,,What do you have in that bag?’’ he asked you after a while, still licking his ice cream as he pointed at the little bag in your hand.

,,Nothing,’’ you began, ,,just something little I want to give you,’’ you told him, making him excited to know what you would like to give him.

To prevent the blanket from getting dirty, you decided to wait until the both of you were finished with the ice cream, giving you the chance to talk to Saeran a bit more about his day and your day.

,,Okay, now I’m ready,’’ he nodded and looked at the bag. He couldn’t wait to see what you had prepared for him in there.

He opened the bag and pulled out the self made blanket, observing every little detail.

He tilted his head as he looked at the length of it.

,,It’s a bit too little for you, right?’’ you laughed, making him laugh too.

Suddenly, Saeran saw a little note in there.

,,It’s not for you, it’s for your baby, Dad. Congratulations…’’ he whispered and put the note back into the bag, looking at the tiny blanket again.

You knew that he was happy, but probably overwhelmed with this news and so you decided to wait a few moments.

But as soon as the news arrived in his head, Saeran couldn’t prevent himself from hugging and thanking you a thousand times.

,,You...you always make me so happy…!’’ he whined.

,,I will give my best to become a good father,’’ he said with a trembling voice.

,,I won’t become like my parents. I will be a good one and I will protect you and our unborn child,’’ he whispered, his hand on your belly by now.

,,I promise,’’ he nodded.

,,I trust you, Saeran.’’

Jihyun

As soon as Saeyoung heard those words, he began to tear up and hugged you, patting your back. He was just so happy for you and Jihyun as he knew that the both of you had a hard time lately.

,,Let’s get back and prepare something!’’ he said in his mischievous smile and helped you to get into the car.

Of course, to keep it fair, Saeyoung wasn’t allowed to tell anybody. Instead, the both of you planned on how to tell Jihyun who would soon come back home.

,,How about I make a computer print of your future family and he has to paint it in little colors? We will just make it with so many details that he won’t notice from the beginning that it’s a family picture of four!’’ Saeyoung chuckled. You loved the idea and were more than happy to go with it.

You and Saeyoung worked on the details while the rest of the RFA weren’t at your home as they too had their personal lives.

Saeyoung and Saeran, however, stayed with you partly because Saeyoung prepared the surprise with you, but also because they both were worried.

When you finally finished with the layout and Saeyoung helped you to print it out, you wouldn’t be able to tell that this was a picture of a family.

,,I wonder how he will react,’’ you laughed and thanked him for his hard work.

,,Those were the longest six weeks I’ve ever experienced,’’ you whimpered when Jihyun finally arrived at home, Lucy on your hand, also more than happy to see her father.

Hugging the both of you, he nodded in agreement.

,,I also missed the both of you,’’ he said honestly.

Quickly letting him step in, you took his stuff and helped him to unpack before you told him that dinner would be soon ready.

,,I have a little challenge for you,’’ you laughed as you went back to your room to take the picture you prepared for him.

,,Oh, I saw that on Instagram,’’ he nodded, as he remembered the logic of the painting.

,,Yes, but I did this myself,’’ you said proudly, handling it over to him.

He laughed happily ,,I’m excited to work on it, thank you!’’ he laughed.

,,Yes, but there’s a hidden message in it so you need to hurry with it!’’ you told him, not knowing that you encouraged him to work on it the whole night after you fell asleep that night.

In the morning, when you just opened your eyes and saw his black bags below his eyes, paint all over his hands, you knew that he overworked himself.

,,Will we be able to adopt a child?’’ he asked you, his voice was raspy as he asked you, tears in his eyes, excited to know the answer.

You slowly shook his head, making him wonder if his sleepy eyes made him see something he just wanted to see.

But you didn’t want to tease him anymore so you finally told him. ,,I’m pregnant, Jihyun. I wasn’t sick back then, I was just… pregnant! I was having symptomes. We will have a child together soon!’’ you told him, slowly getting up from the bed.

,,I’m so happy,’’ he sighed and kissed your belly.

,,I will never go away for such a long time, I swear,’’ he whispered and then, with his knees on the floor and head on your lap, slowly fell asleep….

Vanderwood

You observed Vanderwood, noticing that the mood was being off for a few days.

To be honest, it was happening ever since you told him that you wanted to stop trying to have children for the time being.

Your eyes followed Vanderwood as he walked out and took out a cigarette, sluggishly smoking and looking around.

You began to chew on your lips as you thought back, maybe beginning the topic with ,,Yo’’ wasn’t the best way to start.

But there was no way back now and it didn’t matter anymore since you finally got pregnant.

You hoped that a day later, Vanderwood’s birthday, this silence between the both of you would be over finally as you wanted to surprise him with a self made cake which said, ,,Hello Daddy!’’

Of course, you firmly told him to not look at it, something he would never do since he knew how much you liked to surprise him.

,,Vandy,’’ you called him softly.

,,Don’t call me like that,’’ he groaned, a bit annoyed as he closed the door.

,,Are you angry at me?’’ you asked him, scared for his answer.

Vanderwood turned his body to you.

He didn’t look happy and you just noticed.

,,I’m not angry, I’m just… I have the feeling that you don’t really care about having a family with me while I work my ass of and-’’

,,Woah, what gives you that idea?’’ you asked him, slowly getting off the couch and looking at him.

You didn’t want to fight with him, but his comment… hurt you deeply.

,,Last time, sorry, but you approached the topic totally wrong!’’ he hissed, on his way to the kitchen.

You followed him there. He was partly right, you thought.

,,But, I was just… I didn’t know how to tell you, but this doesn’t mean that I don’t care,’’ you told him, your trembling voice making him look back at you.

,,I know. It still hurts though,’’ he whispered and opened the fridge to take out a cold drink.

,,You know what,’’ you told him, holding onto the door of the fridge and pulling out the cake you made for him which was covered with something so that he couldn’t see what was written on it with the chocolate.

,,What-’’ before Vanderwood could even say anything, you showed him the cake you prepared for him with the note written on it that you were pregnant.

,,It’s true. I was mean and I should have approached you differently, but I was so down, I didn’t think I could get pregnant anytime soon and- just don’t say anymore that I don’t care,’’ you finished your sentence and looked up, your tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were unsure of what to do now.

But Vanderwood knew what he had to do and softly took you in his arms, laying you down in the other room and kissing your neck.

,,You destroyed my surprise,’’ he whispered, giving you a kiss again.

,,Sorry for being selfish. I was mean while you’ve been carrying my baby,’’ he honestly apologized, stroking your flat womb as you sobbed into his shoulder.  

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[queenshelby]

Unexpected Circumstances (Just Friends Part 7) - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

Words: 5789

Notes: I have decided to include one of the requests I received in this series as I didn’t know how to best write it as a standalone at this point. I think it makes sense as part of this series as trust between Cillian and the Reader has been clearly established. I might still write a stand-alone piece as well incorporating the same request as this is the sort of Smut I like. So, stay tuned for that!

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The Letter

It has been five weeks now since Cillian and you admitted your feelings for each other and things were going great.

Some days you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have found a man like him, someone who cared not only for you but also your son Max.

Cillian adored Max and Max enjoyed Cillian’s and Cillian’s children’s company.

Cillian would often pick Max up from preschool when you had to work late and prepare dinner for you and Max. Max thought that this was fantastic since you were a terrible cook.

But, despite this, it was sometimes difficult to arrange dates when you both had children to look after. You both tried to work around this issue as best as you could but, realistically, you only managed to have three sleepovers per week, mostly when Cillian didn’t have his boys. This was when he came over to stay at your house and you always hated when he had to leave.

After all, you were madly in love, a feeling which was unfamiliar to you. You wanted to be around him all the time and whenever you weren’t together you missed him.

As expected, you received some backlash from strangers due to your age gap but you tended to ignore the frustrating comments. They didn’t know you and they didn’t know your relationship.

The comments you received from your friends were nothing but supportive and even your grandmother thought that Cillian was good for you, much unlike your previous partners.

You still haven’t told your parents about your relationship, but your sister was aware. She followed Twitter quite eagerly and loved Cillian’s TV Show hence the reason you told her.

Your sister was concerned that your father wouldn’t approve of your relationship due to the large age gap, but that wasn’t a problem you were ready to face yet and little did you know that you were about to have bigger problems than that coming your way.

Bad news was about to hit you like a freight train. It was 10am on Friday morning. You were working from home while Max was at preschool as the doorbell rang.

It was unusual for the postman to drop off letters personally. Usually that meant that you had to sign for your letters, which was never a good sign.

You thought that it must be a vehicle recall, or notice of some sort. But it was worse. It was a letter from your real estate agent advising you that you will be required to vacate the premises within 30 days.

You could not believe it. It was difficult enough for you to find this townhouse as a single mother in an area where the schools were decent enough. You were always on time with your rent and never missed a single payment. You had no idea why you had to move out.

You called the real estate agent immediately and were advised that the owner is returning from America and requires the premises at the end of the lease term. There was nothing you could do.

The real estate agent advised you that there were no suitable rentals in the area within your price range but that they were willing to give you a good reference should you find something else with a different agent.

You were devastated. The last thing you wanted is to take Max out of preschool just after he made some friends. Furthermore, Cillian’s youngest son was attending the same preschool and it was a perfect arrangement for the both of you.

As you went on with the day, you put your non urgent work aside in order to search for rentals online as, all of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

‘Oh Cillian… I totally forgot’ you said as you opened the door.

‘You forgot our date?’ Cillian chuckled as he walked in the door, giving you a quick kiss.

‘I must be the worst girlfriend’ you said with some embarrassment. You never forgot a date with your boyfriend before. After all, it was what you looked forward to the most.

‘Relax, it’s fine Y/N’ Cillian said before noticing that your face was slightly flushed and your eyes were red.

‘Are you alright though? You look like you’ve been crying’ Cillian said as he ran his hands over both of your arms. He knew that something was wrong.

‘Yes, I just had a very stressful and shit morning. I am alright now though’ you said as you walked into the bedroom to get changed, ready to go out for lunch.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ Cillian asked from the hallway.

You took the letter which you received from the real estate agent from the sideboard in the hallway and handed it to him.

‘I’ve just been searching for a new rental but they are either too expensive or out of the area. But, I have found one in North Dublin and the schools there have halfway decent reviews so…’ you explained and, before you could finish your sentence, Cillian interrupted you.

‘The schools here are much better Y/N. I don’t think you should change Max mid-term; it will put him behind’ Cillian said.

‘Don’t you think I know this?’ you asked frustrated. You were still quite upset about having to move.

‘I will lose the enrolment as soon as I move out of area. Despite, I cannot drive backwards and forwards with work. I barely make pickup time now with the hours I am at the office’ you added just as tears began to build up in your eyes again.

‘Common, sit down’ Cillian said as he sat down on the bed next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

‘I might have a solution’ he said as he wiped your tears away.

‘Go on then’ you said, still sobbing.

‘You and Max could move in with me. That way, we could spend more time together and Max won’t have to change preschool and can start year one with Charlie’ Cillian suggested.

‘Move in with you? Cillian, don’t you think it’s a bit too early for that? We have only been together for 5 weeks’ you said.

‘Yes, but we’ve known each other for a few months now. Seems like a perfectly reasonable timeframe’ Cillian chuckled, making you laugh. You knew that he was being sarcastic. He always had a good sense of humour.

‘Coming from the man who just a couple of months ago didn’t want to settle down’ you smiled.

‘Well, that was before I got myself such a beautiful girlfriend’ Cillian said before giving you a passionate kiss. He could taste the saltiness from your tears but it didn’t seem to bother him.

‘You are crazy, you know that’ you chuckled after your lips drifted apart.

‘Well, you do that to me’ Cillian said while cupping your face with both of his hands.

‘We would, however, need to work on your cooking skills’ he added jokingly, earning him a nudge.

‘Very funny’ you said with a laugh.

‘Seriously though, what do you think?’ Cillian asked.

‘I think Max would really love this idea and I would love nothing more than sharing a bed with you every night. I am just worried that you will get sick of me after a while’ you said.

‘I don’t think I could ever get sick of you Y/N. Just your cooking’ Cillian chuckled before telling you that he loved you.

‘I love you too Cilly’ you said before kissing him passionately.

‘Is that a yes?’ he asked.

‘It’s a yes, thank you’ you said before pushing him back onto the bed.

‘The lunch reservation is at 1pm Y/N’ Cillian said as you hoovered over him.

‘Forget about lunch’ you responded just as you threw your t-shirt to the floor.

However, just as you were getting down to business, your phone rang, not once, but twice.

It was Max’s preschool and you knew that it was urgent.

You quickly returned the call and were told that you must pick up Max as he had a fall on the playground.

You got dressed quickly and drove to preschool to pick up Max. You were advised to go to hospital to see whether Max’s arm was broken.

Being cautious, you followed the teacher’s advice and took Max for an x-ray at hospital. Luckily, it was just a sprain which should resolve with some rest. Unfortunately, by the time you got to leave the hospital it was 6pm. You were there for hours.

Cillian suggested that you and Max come over to his place for dinner. You gladly accepted the offer and this allowed you both to talk to your kids about moving in together.

As you told them, they were beyond excited and Max was quick to arrange a sleepover for the following night.

You and Cillian agreed but, for a change, arranged a babysitter to look after your three boys allowing you to go for dinner and to the movies with your friends which was something you didn’t do very often.

Movie Night

The next evening, Cillian’s sister came over to watch the kids. This was the first time you met someone from Cillian’s family and she was quite excited to get to know you.

Apparently, Cillian had told her and his parents about you already.

After you chatted with her for half an hour, you both made your way to the restaurant.

Unfortunately for you, your friends had invited Jeremy, unaware of the fact that he continued to message you daily much to Cillian’s frustration.

Regardless of this, both you and Cillian were polite as you sat down across from Jeremy and your friends.

‘What did you guys do with the kids tonight?’ your friend Amy asked.

‘My sister is looking after them at my house’ Cillian responded.

‘What about Max?’ she asked.

‘Max is at Cillian’s house as well’ you said, which is when your friend Amy slipped the news. You had already told her that you would be moving in with Cillian just before he starts filming again.

‘Oh well, better to get used to it. Living with 4 boys soon Y/N eh? That shall be interesting’ she said.

Her comment quickly raised a lot of questions, in particular from Jeremy.

‘You really are becoming a sugar baby Y/N aren’t you?’ he said sarcastically, causing Cillian to laugh. He tried very hard to take Jeremy seriously, but it was difficult.

‘A sugar baby? Is that even a word?’ Cillian asked.

‘You know what I mean’ Jeremy said.

‘No, please enlighten me’ Cillian responded.

‘Alright’ Cillian chuckled.

‘It’s none of my business Cillian, but why is that you actors have to get involved with women who are so much younger than you?’ Jeremy said.

‘You are right, it’s none of your business Jeremy’ you said harshly while Cillian tried hard to bite his tongue.

Your friends quickly changed the conversation after that but you couldn’t keep your hands of your boyfriend that evening simply to annoy Jeremy and Cillian played along.

‘I am sorry he’s been a tool’ you whispered into Cillian’s ear as you walked to the movies with your friends.

‘I find it very difficult to remain polite around him’ Cillian said.

‘I know’ you responded just as the theatre opened.

You took your seats and, to your frustration, Jeremy sat down right next to you, causing Cillian to get annoyed.  

After what Jeremy had said to you and Cillian, you refused to speak to him and largely ignored him until the movie started.

About twenty minutes into the movie, you started to get rather bored. You couldn’t believe that you had to be there for another two hours. Who decided to choose a two- and half-hour movie in French, with subtitles? Of course, you did, without doing any research.

You looked over to Cillian and noticed that he was disinterested in the movie as well and stopped reading the subtitles. It was evident, he was somewhere in dreamland, probably thinking about how he could annoy Jeremy after his most recent insult.

Noticing your boyfriend’s disinterest in the movie, you reached for his hand, running your hand over the top of his gently. You had his attention now and he gave you a warm smile for all you could tell in the dark theatre.

Taking his hand into yours, you guided it on top of your thighs which is where it sat for a while. Not getting the hint, you arched back into your seat and guided his hand further up beneath your loose cotton skirt.

Whilst you couldn’t see much, you noticed Cillian turn his head towards you. Just as he did, you guided his hand further up your thigh while biting your lip. You tried hard for your eyes not to leave the movie screen.

He finally got the hint and squeezed your thigh gently before handing you your cardigan from your bag.

You placed the cardigan across your lap just as Cillian lifted up your skirt slightly beneath it, giving him better access.

You glanced to your right to ensure that Jeremy, who was sitting next to you, didn’t see what Cillian was doing.

Luckily for you, he was intensely focused on the movie although, no doubt, your boyfriend would have preferred if Jeremy knew what you were doing. After all, Jeremy had just insulted him and it wasn’t long before Cillian and you got together, that Jeremy had told him that he would like to get into your panties.

Just as Cillian’s fingers wandered up your upper inner thigh, you released a sigh and parted your legs slightly while making sure that your cardigan provided enough cover.

By the time Cillian’s fingers reached the apex of your thighs and touched your panties, they were already damp.

You were grateful that the theatre was so dark because your skirt was up to the top of your thighs and draped over Cillian’s hand which would otherwise have been clearly noticeable beneath the thin cardigan.

You were panting with desire, just from Cillian stroking and squeezing your thighs and running his hand over your wet panties.

You slid down a bit in your chair and spread your thighs even more. The adrenaline rush had your inhibitions going out the window.

You could hear a slight chuckle from Cillian as he noticed you pushing your body down against his hand.

Just in that moment, you felt his fingers sliding your panties to the side.

Within seconds, he dipped a finger inside your wet entrance, gathering some of your natural lubrication, then moved it upwards toward your clit.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, hissing quietly. By that time, you both had completely stopped paying attention to the movie.

Cillian started in a slow rhythm, circling your clit a few times, then dipping down shallowly into your entrance, repeating it over and over.

Your fingers were digging into his forearm on one side and onto the armrest on the other.

Your hips were moving of their own accord as you were whimpering quietly as Cillian’s fingers moved in and out of you.

Suddenly, it hit. You groaned quietly, gripping boyfriend’s hand, pushing his finger into you even deeper and grinding your clit against the palm of his hand.

Your walls clenched around his fingers as your orgasm washed over you and you couldn’t help it but let out a shallow moan.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Jeremy asked, noticing the sound you made while looking at you with some confusion.

‘Yes, I am fine’ you said bluntly and with a deep breath while Cillian pulled his fingers out of you with a grin on his face.

You handed Jeremy your popcorn before rearranging your skirt and handing Cillian your cardigan. At this point, he needed it more than you as his erection pushed against the zipper of his jeans.

‘Follow me’ you whispered into Cillian’s ear before standing up and excusing yourself, walking past Jeremy.

‘Where are you going?’ Jeremy asked.

‘Bathroom’ you responded. You were still annoyed with him and he wouldn’t get anything from you but stern and short answers.  

Cillian waited another minute or two before following you so that he wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

You waited for him in the front of the cinema with a big smile on your face.

‘You choose the worst movies’ Cillian said with a cheeky smile.

‘I have been enjoying it so far’ you smirked before taking his hand and pulling him towards the parents’ room.

‘Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea’ Cillian said as you locked the door behind you.

‘Relax, it’s 10pm. No one will need this room until tomorrow. We will be safe. Despite, I know you, this won’t go down any time soon unless we get to it’ you smirked as you placed your hands on Cillian’s crotch before crashing your lips onto his with haste.

Without wasting any time, you unbuttoned his jeans and pushed down his zipper before running your hand inside his briefs and stroking his hard cock.

‘You’ve got ten minutes’ you said after breaking the kiss and before turning around, leaning forward over the wash basin.

Within seconds, Cillian lifted up your skirt and pushed down your panties before lining himself up with your wet entrance.

You smiled at him in the mirror as he gently pushed your legs apart and grasped the perky butt cheeks before him.

Cillian pried them apart and stepped forward. He was flush against you and you couldn’t help it but release a soft moan.

His cock slipped between your legs, and the head glided across your sensitive lips.

‘Fuck I want you so much’ you moaned as you pushed back against him in anticipation.

Without words, Cillian pulled back a little and then pushed up into your tight tunnel.

‘Fuck’ you moaned loudly as your walls stretched to fit his length inside you.

‘You got to be quiet’ Cillian whispered from behind you as he began to thrust in and out of you.

He gave you barely a moment to brace yourself before he gripped your hips and pulled back. His cock slipped out almost the whole way before he thrust his hips forward and dived back into your heat.

Cillian set a hard pace, knowing that you didn’t have much time together before someone would get suspicious.

You could hear his laboured breathing behind you as you held onto the basin tightly.

‘God yes’ you moaned quietly as the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over again.

Cillian smiled at your reaction and reached down to grab your thighs. He spread your legs even wider. By that time, you were on your toes, with no leverage of your own.

‘Don’t stop’ you whispered as you could feel another orgasm build up in your stomach and, within seconds, your walls constricted around him.

You cried out a little too loudly, and your whole body shook as your orgasm slammed into you.

Cillian kept his brutal thrusts up as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Your legs trembled before him and he smiled as you whimpered with every thrust.

The contractions around his cock and your moans sent Cillian over the edge also and, shortly after you came down from your high, he reached his and filled you with his warm cum.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned quietly as he slowly began to relax, his face resting on the back of your shoulders, kissing them gently.

After he came down completely, he pulled out of you and you could feel the mixture of his cum and yours drip down your thighs.

Cillian handed you a paper towel but you declined the offer and simply pulled up your panties.

‘I like to remember this for the rest of the night’ you grinned before giving him another passionate kiss.

Your comment earned you a chuckle but, deep down inside, Cillian liked the thought of knowing that your panties will be wet from his cum for the remainder of the night.

After making sure that no one was around, you left the room together and made your way back to the theatre together.

‘You’ve been gone for a while. Is everything alright?’ Jeremy asked as you sat back down next to him.

‘Yeah, I had to make a phone call’ you said just as Cillian sat back down next to you.

You both had a cheeky grin on your face as you watched the rest of the movie.

‘The movie was great, wasn’t it?’ your friend Alice asked as you left the theatre and Jeremy agreed simply because he knew that you chose it.

‘What did you think about the twist towards the end Cilly?’ she then asked.

‘Yeah, uhm…yeah it was alright’ Cillian said, not knowing what she was talking about.

‘There was a twist?’ you whispered to Cillian as you walked outside the theatre.

‘I think we missed the majority of the plot babe’ Cillian whispered back before taking your hand into his and following the others to the pub.

Jeremy kept starring at you and Cillian and you could notice the frustration on his face. You enjoyed it, a lot.

Later at the pub, Cillian received the usual attention from some young females. It always made you chuckle but it really annoyed Jeremy.

Despite the fact that Cillian enjoyed Jeremy getting annoyed, it soon became too much for him and, after about three drinks, you both decided to leave.

Getting Down to Business

You called a taxi and drove back to Cillian’s house.

‘It’s unbelievable’ you giggled sheepishly and slightly tipsy from the three gin and tonics you had earlier.

‘What is?’ Cillian asked, closing the door behind you.

‘All the attention you get from all of these young women every time we go out’ you said.

‘What can I say, it’s Tommy Shelby Effect’ Cillian laughed.

‘Hmm I think I get it’ you said and, just after this comment, you kissed him passionately just as his sister walked out of the living room.

‘Alright, I am going’ his sister chuckled.

You both thanked her for looking after the children and made your way to the shower. You both smelled like beer and popcorn.

Just as you got into the large shower together and were talking about the evening, Cillian couldn’t help it but complain about Jeremy.

‘You know, I am yours Cillian!’ you said as you ran your hands over his chest.

‘You are mine, are you?’ he chuckled in response to your comment which reminded him on his script for Season 5 of Peaky Blinders.

‘Yes…’ you whispered into his ear just before biting his earlobe gently while the hot water ran down in between you.

Cillian’s hands soon moved from your back down to your naked butt cheeks while his lips kissed the bare skin on your neck.

‘I love you Y/N’ he said in between kisses.

‘I love you too Cillian and I want you to fuck me as if you own me’ you whispered. ‘Take me the way you want to’ you added seductively.

‘You’ve been watching too much of this TV show’ Cillian said with a chuckle, referring to a new TV documentary series that you were watching on Netflix about BDSM.

‘It’s intriguing though, isn’t it?’ you asked running your hands over Cillian’s chest and down in between his legs. He grew hard almost instantly as you touched him.

Your face was inches away from his and you could see pure hunger and lust aflame in his eyes as you were stroking him gently. His warm breath fanned over your face like an aphrodisiac and the want in his eyes was intoxicating.

He remembered the last episode of the documentary quite well and grabbed your hair at the back of your head gently, causing the hot water to run down your breasts.

You bit your lip with excitement, fire building up in your eyes.

‘You really want to try this don’t you?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘Alright’ he sighed with a smile and, with his free arm, he pushed you onto your knees almost instantly.

That’s it, exactly what you wanted.

He pulled on your hair, making you look up at him while you were biting your lips.

You suddenly felt a wretch in your stomach. Cillian wasn’t normally that forceful with you and you knew that, for him, it was a roleplay more than anything. Being with an actor clearly had its perks.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, causing you to nod again.

With his hand still firmly in your hair, he guided your mouth towards his hard cock.

You open your mouth willingly and, within one thrust, the head of his hard cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

You didn’t even try to pull away and he slowly and deeply began to thrust in and out of your mouth, giving your barely enough time to breath.

You gave into his rhythm as the warm water was running over your back.

‘God, your mouth feels amazing’ Cillian moaned, knowing that you enjoy it when he is talking to you while were intimate. You loved the sound of his voice.

Just as you got used to the sensation of being forced up and down his cock, he began to tweak one of your erect nipples with his free hand, causing you to moan around him.

‘Good girl, keep going’ Cillian said with a slight smirk as he toys with your nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers.

The pit of your stomach was set aflame and your thighs were slick with your juices.

With his cock in your mouth and your nipples being aroused, you are under sensory overload.

As he continued to thrust in and out of your mouth, you closed your eyes trying to concentrate on the raw pleasure that was radiating from your body in waves.

‘Look at me’ he demanded, causing you to open your eyes again and dig your hands into his thighs as he kept going.

‘That’s it’ he moaned, thrusting into your mouth a few more times before pulling you away from his throbbing cock and your mouth comes off with a satisfying pop.

Some small tears were running down your cheeks, your mouth sore from opening so widely and your hair was still in his hands. He roughly wiped away the saliva around your mouth and wrapped his hand around your throat gently.

You looked up into his blue eyes and wanted nothing more than for him to take you, fuck you hard.

‘Common, let’s take this to the bedroom’ he said as he began to notice the water getting cold.

‘Yes sir’ you winked, earning him a chuckle.

‘You defiantly are serious, aren’t you?’ Cillian said as you dried each other off. He was slightly out of his comfort zone but decided to play along as he could see the desire in your eyes. You were by far the most adventurous and kinky woman he’s ever been with.

Moments later, you made your way to Cillian’s bedroom.

‘I don’t think so’ Cillian said firmly as you reached the edge of the bed.

With his hand on your throat gently again and the other on your waist, he guided you towards the large reading desk in the bedroom.

‘Turn around’ he instructed and, as soon as you complied, he pushed you down onto the table.

Just as you your face leaned against the cold wood, he took both of your arms and secured both your hands behind your back.

Electricity shot down your spine as you tried to struggle out of his grasp teasingly.

You were completely under his control just as you wanted.

He put your two wrists wrapped around one hand and with the other, slowly traced a finger up your inner thigh.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.

Cillian took his time, exploring every inch of your thighs and ass.

‘So sexy’ Cillian said as his fingers brushed against your wet folds, causing you to whimper.

He continued to run his fingers up and down your pussy, teasing to put his fingers in.

You whined and struggled against his grasp, your wetness started trailing down your thighs.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as Cillian slowly eased his fingers inside, scissoring his fingers as he went.

‘Shh’ Cillian said, knowing that you had to remain quiet with the boys in the next room.

Your mind went blank as pleasure shot through your nerves, spreading like wildfire.

Cillian’s fingers swirled around inside of you languidly, leaving no space unexplored and, moments later, he brushed against your g-spot causing you to jerk.

‘Stay still’ he said as he pressed his body down, immobilizing yours.

He knew very well that you liked to squirm when he reached your sweet spot as the intensity was too overpowering.

This time, you wouldn’t get away, no matter how hard you try.

‘Oh god Cillian, please’ you yelped, the feeling of his fingers on your g-spot being too much for you to handle.

But Cillian wouldn’t let you squirm away and you soon learned that you had to just give in, surrender to him.

But, just as you relaxed and could feel your orgasm approach, he pulled his fingers out of you.

‘Did I say you could come?’ he teased as he placed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste your wet juices.

‘No sorry’ you said, hoping that he would put his fingers back inside of you.

‘Sorry what?’ Cillian asked sheepishly.

‘Sorry Sir’ you grinned just before you ran your tongue along the length of his fingers.

‘Good girl’ he whispered just as he trailed his fingers back down towards your wet entrance.

Within seconds, they entered you again and continued where they left off.

You tried hard not to come right away and, after several more minutes, you couldn’t control it any longer.

‘Cillian please, can I come?’ you moaned, your walls already beginning to contract around his fingers.

‘No Y/N, you cannot’ he said, withdrawing his fingers once again, pulling your head back on your hair and kissing you passionately.

Just as he pushed you back down, you could feel him line himself up with your entrance.

Your hands were still pinned behind your back as he pressed the tip of his cock into you slowly. Your walls clench instinctively.

‘Don’t you dare come until I’ve given you permission’ he murmured into your ear as he pushes into you torturously slow.

‘I promise I won’t come without permission’ you said as you could feel Cillian’s body against yours and his hands gripping over your hands pinned behind your back and your hair.

‘Good girl’ he whispered as he continued to push inside you slowly until he was completely inside.

You tried to wriggle so you could adjust to his size, but Cillian held you in place. He slowly moved out until only the tip remained inside and thrusts back in deeply.

You moaned loudly into the table as he continued his rhythm, fucking you slowly but deeply. Your mind blanks, pleasure rocking through your body.

You could feel him tighten his grip over your hands as he slowly pulls out and slams into you, eliciting a yelp.

‘Yes, oh god, yes’ you moaned loudly as he began to pick up the pace, knocking you almost breathless.

Your moans caused Cillian to place one of his hands over your mouth gently. You were way too loud.

You felt like a wound-up toy, yearning to be released from the tension. With every thrust, you come closer to your orgasm. He's hitting you fast and deeply, but not enough to send your over the edge. You whine and whimper, weakly struggling against his body. You are so close, teetering on a cliff.

‘Please’ you moaned into his, desperate for your release.

‘Please what?’ Cillian asked as he thrusts in and out of you and removing his hand for just one moment to allow you to speak.

‘Please let me come’ you responded.

‘You will need to do better than that’ Cillian said as he thrusts into you even deeper.

‘I do anything, please’ you moaned, your walls beginning to clench around him.

‘Anything? Hmm, alright, that seems like a fair deal’ Cillian said picking up the speed.

With those words, you let go. Pleasure rocked through your body like a wave.

You tried to fight the feeling of falling and flying at the same time as your orgasm washed over you.

Cillian moaned at the same time as he felt your tight walls close around his cock and, with three more thrusts, he came inside of you.

You could feel his cock throb inside of you as your legs shake from the powerful orgasm.

Just as you both came down from your high, he slowly pulled out of you, causing some of his cum to leak out.

He released your hands and helped you up from the desk.

You turned around to face him and, with one of your hands, you reached in between your legs collecting some of his cum before licking it from your fingers suggestively.

‘I enjoyed this’ you smirked, causing Cillian to stare at you in disbelieve.

‘You are naughty, aren’t you?’ he chuckled just before giving you a kiss.

‘Yes I am’ you smirked before you both made your way to the bed.

By that time you were exhausted.

You curled up in each other’s arms and shared some gentle moments together.

‘I am looking forward to sleeping in this bed with you every night’ you said.

‘So do I’ Cillian responded, before turning off the light.

Morning After

The next morning, you got woken up by the smell of pancakes and three missed calls.

Your father had tried to call you to congratulate Max on his recent soccer medal.

You returned the call and handed the phone to Max while you joined Cillian in the kitchen for a coffee. Just as you were drinking your coffee, you listened to Max speak to his grandfather on speaker.

‘So how have you been Max?’ grandpa asked.

‘Good poppy, we are having pancakes’ Max said.

‘Mum made pancakes? Do they taste any good?’ grandpa laughed.

‘No Cillian made pancakes. Mum and I are moving to his house soon and then we can have pancakes every weekend’ Max said.

‘Cillian? Who is Cillian?’ grandpa asked.

‘Mum’s boyfriend’ Max responded, causing you to choke on your coffee.

‘Can you please put your mother on the phone’ he said.

To be continued…..

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strawberry moon 

summary: stiles had a good mom. he did. she was just... a little forgetful sometimes. like today, when she left him at the park. but luckily laura hale could help him. while his dad left to find his mom, stiles tagged along with laura on all her errands. he didn’t realize how lonely he was being an only child.

Strawberry Moon. Noun. The full moon in June closest to the summer solstice.

Stiles had a good mom. He did. She was just… a little forgetful sometimes. Like when she forgot to pick him up from school a few days before and he had to wait in the front office until his dad could get there from the station. Or last month, when his mom had tried to bake a cake for his birthday (which was four months earlier) and he and his dad had come home to find the house filled with smoke because she had left it in the oven too long. But it was okay. She was doing her best.

This particular day, Stiles found himself at the park. His mother had offered him to bring him that Saturday, as a reward for a good final conference with his second grade teacher and the beginning of summer. His mom had been so proud of him that he had been quieter and paying more attention in class and managed to graduate the second grade with Scott. He had recently been diagnosed with ADHD, so it had been a tough year for him. But he did it! So, they went out for the day.

Right now, he was on the swings, which were his favorite. He swung through the air, kicking his feet up with such force, he almost threw himself off. He felt like he was flying and couldn’t stop his squeal of excitement.

“Mom! Look how high I can swing!” He called out from high in the air.

“Wow, Mischief! You’re practically flying!” His mother congratulated him.

After a few more minutes of that, he started to feel a little queasy. That happened to him sometimes when he used the swings for too long. Because of that, he decided to get off and go find his mom. Maybe she would help him climb up the ladder to use the big slide.

“Mom?” Stiles called out.

There wasn’t an answer. He walked towards where she had previously been sitting on the bench, only to see she wasn’t there either. He glanced around the area, still finding nothing.

“Mom? Where are you?”

No response. He felt his chest clench as he realized his mom wasn’t anywhere near him. He scoured the rest of the park for her, but still couldn’t find her. She was really gone. She had left him there. He tried his best not to cry, but he couldn’t help it. He gripped the end of his shirt as he stood in the mulch, trying to decide what to do.

He remembered what his dad had told him. If he got lost, he was supposed to find a mom with kids. He looked around and realized there were moms everywhere. Of course there were, he was at a park. They all seemed really scary, so he didn’t know what to do. Then, off to the side, he saw a younger looking woman reading a book while a boy, who Stiles guessed was her brother, listened to music next to her. He decided they looked friendly enough, and he decided to approach them.

“Hello?” He asked timidly.

The girl immediately put down her book and gave Stiles her full attention. “Hi! Can I help you?”

“Yes… I can’t find my mom. I remember what my dad always told me to do if I got lost, but everyone else seemed so scary, and I just don’t know what to do!” He started tearing up at this point.

“Hey, it’s okay! I can help you!” The girl tried to comfort him.

He was interrupted by a familiar voice calling out, “Stiles?”

He spun around with wide eyes. “Cora?”

“Cora, do you know him?” The girl looked past him towards Cora.

“Yeah, he’s in my class!” She chirped, going to stand next to him.

His jaw dropped in realization. “You’re Cora’s sister?”

He had heard Cora talk about her sister many times. Supposedly, Laura was the coolest person ever. She sometimes drove Cora to school, took her to the park, and helped her with her homework. That’s why Cora had the best solar system project in the entire grade. So, to Stiles, meeting Laura was like meeting a celebrity. And he knew she could help him.

“Yes, I’m Laura Hale.”

“Hi. I’m Stiles.” He mumbled.

“Nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand and he shook it. It made him feel like an adult. That made him giggle, momentarily stopping his tears. “Now, let’s walk around and we can find your mom.”

Laura stood up and headed back towards the chaos of the park, while Stiles trailed along behind her. Laura led him to all the places Stiles already looked and he wanted to tell her that, but he figured she wouldn’t appreciate him correcting her, so he let her continue. Like he had already seen, Claudia Stilinski was nowhere to be found.

“She’s not here?” Laura asked him, looking for Claudia in the sea of other adults.

He played with the hem of his shirt anxiously. “I… don’t think so.”

She gave him a look of sympathy, before taking his hand and leaning back to the direction they came from. Cora and her brother were sitting on the bench, waiting patiently for the two to return.

“Derek, she’s not here.” Laura told the boy, speaking over Stiles and Cora.

Derek’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “What?”

“She’s not here.” She crouched down so she could face Stiles. “Do you know how we could contact either of your parents?”

“My dad works at the police station! He’s a deputy!” Stiles said, proudly.

“How about I take you to him?” She offered with a smile.

“Yes! I like going to his work.”

“Perfect.” She stood back up to talk to Derek. “Can you walk Cora home? I’ll drive him to the station.”

“Fine. Come on, Cora.”

“Bye, Stiles!” The girl waved to him.

“Bye!”

Derek and Cora left and started walking towards the direction of the Beacon Hills Preserve, where he knew their house was. That left him alone with Laura. While he would normally be nervous left alone with an adult, he knew that he could trust her. She was Cora’s sister, after all. And he knew his dad knew the Hales. So, Laura would help him.

“Are you okay getting in the car with me?” Laura asked him, cautiously.

He frowned, thinking. “My dad always told me not to go with strangers, but since you’re Cora’s sister, you can’t be too much of a stranger…”

“I can call him here if you want.” She offered.

“No! It’s okay. I don’t think he likes being called off work very much.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded. “Well, thank God I’m not actually a kidnapper…” She muttered under her breath.

He got into the car and immediately saw Cora’s booster seat. It was exactly like the one he had in his dad’s car, except his was blue and hers was red. He was able to buckle himself in without Laura’s help, which left him feeling very proud of himself. Laura climbed into the drivers seat and began to take him towards the police station.

He could tell by the scenery that they were getting close, and, after only a few minutes, Laura was pulling into a parking space. She climbed out of the car before walking around to help him out, as well. Then, the pair headed into the Sheriff’s station. When they walked inside, everyone inside seemed surprised to see them there. Laura ignored the stares and walked up to the nearest desk.

“I’m here to see Deputy Stilinski?” She asked.

“Stilinski!” He barked out.

A few moments later, a familiar face popped its head out from the break room.

His eyes immediately went to his son. “Stiles? What are you doing here?”

“Dad!” Stiles cried, immediately running into his arms.

“Hi Deputy, I’m-” Laura started to introduce herself, but she was cut off.

“Laura Hale, right? I’ve met your parents a few times.”

She nodded with a smile. “Yes, sir. It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“You, too. So, what happened?” He asked, glancing down to where Stiles was clutching onto the edge of his shirt.

Laura explained. “He came up to me at the park. We looked everywhere and couldn’t find his mom.”

The deputy inhaled sharply. “What?”

“I was just on the swings and… poof!” Stiles clarified.

“I gotta… Oh God…” He immediately fumbled for his phone and started heading for the door.

“Go, Deputy. It’s okay.” His boss reassured him.

Before he reached the door, he spun around to face his son. “Stiles-”

“I can take him.” Laura offered.

The deputy looked conflicted. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I have a few errands to run that I think he’d enjoy, and Cora has a booster seat already installed in my car. Go, Deputy.” She reassured him, taking Stiles’ hand.

“Thank you so much. Whenever you’re done, you can just drop him off back here.” He told her, already backing towards the door.

“Will do, sir.”

Laura crouched down to face Stiles, plastering a big grin on her face. Stiles wasn’t stupid – he knew something was wrong. He didn’t know exactly what though, so he decided to just listen to Laura and let her explain things to him a little more.

“Hey! Your dad is going to go get your mom. How would you feel about spending some more time with me? I need to go to the bookstore and get some ice cream.” Laura told him with a big grin.

He wiped the tears from his eyes. “Ice cream?”

“You like ice cream, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” He told her enthusiastically.

She led him out to the car, and he got back into the booster seat. This time, his hands were shaking, so he couldn’t click his seatbelt into the lock. Luckily, Laura was right there next to him, ready to help. She closed the door before she got in the car and drove them away from the station and onto the freeway.

“Do you like to read, Stiles?” She asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah!”

“I need to get some books for school, but if you want, you can pick out a book too.”

“Yes! Thank you!” He cheered from the back.

“You’re very welcome.”

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After about ten minutes, Laura pulled into the parking lot. She hoped this would be a good distraction for the boy. I mean, he had to be at least mildly traumatized after the rough afternoon he had. Because of Cora, she knew how much six year old’s loved to read and eat ice cream. She didn’t know Stiles at all, but why should he be any different?

She opened the door to let him out, before locking the car. They walked through the parking lot and he stuck close to her side, looking around for cars. She tried to hide her laugh at how responsible he was being. She noticed his tears had tried up, though he still played with his shirt anxiously. She gave him a reassuring smile, before opening the big door to the Barnes and Noble.

She hadn’t actually planned to do this particular errand today. She knew she needed to pick up her books for her first semester of college at some point over the summer, but it was only June. She was a while away from needing them. That being said, she was eager to help out Stiles and the deputy, so this was the first thing that popped into her head.

“Alright, we’re here.” She led him towards a denser section of the store. “Can you come with me to the big books first?”

“Sure!”

She picked up an intro to biology textbook and shot Stiles an exaggerated frown. “These all seem pretty boring.”

“No pictures.” He agreed, nodding his head solemnly.

“Oh, well. They’re for school.” She shrugged, placing that, as well as a few others, in her basket.

“Is it my turn?” He asked, hesitantly.

She gave him a grin. “Let’s go.”

She watched as he wandered down the aisles with wide eyes. His fingers traced along the spines of the picture books with astronauts, rainforest animals, princesses, and more. She smiled fondly as she watched him try to pronounce the names on the covers and she had to admit, she was impressed with his reading abilities. He didn’t seem to mess up the longer words like Cora still did. Eventually, he stopped and seemed to find one he liked.

“Can I get this one?” He held out a picture book detailing mythical creatures.

Laura snorted at the depiction of the werewolf on the cover. “Ooh, mythology. Seems interesting.”

“I think so too.” Stiles agreed, happily sliding it in with her other books.

She carried their basket up to the front and placed it in front of the cashier. It was an old woman, with glasses and a colorful scarf. She made faces at Stiles and pleasant conversation with Laura as she scanned each item. Stiles’ book was surprisingly cheap, not that it mattered. Her family had more money than they knew what to do with.

Once that was done, Laura and Stiles started their drive to an ice cream parlor a few blocks away. While she considered having them walk there, she decided they should have the car as close as possible, just in case. She was not eager to have to parallel park again, though.

“Ooh! Listen!” He started reading out a passage from his book. “A werewolf is part human, part wolf that changes on the night of the full moon.’ That was in a movie I watched with my dad!”

Laura couldn’t help herself. She whispered conspiratorially, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah?” Stiles whispered back.

“I’m a werewolf.”

His jaw dropped. “No way.”

“Yep.”

“That’s the coolest thing ever!” He shouted.

“I know. But you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“I promise.” He nodded, eyes wide.

After about five minutes, she was finally able to consider their car parked. It was at an awkward angle, but it fit between the spaces and she knew she’d be able to get out, and that was what was important. Stiles left his book in the car, explaining to her that he didn’t want to get his ice cream on it. He skipped along in front of her as they headed down the sidewalk.

The ice cream was an adorable little shop that she had been to multiple times before with Derek and Cora. While she would consider the three of them to be close, they were so different in age that it was hard to find something that they would all want to do. But ice cream? That was universal.

A bell gave a little ring as Stiles pulled open the door and the two walked inside. The pink striped walls immediately made her smile, and the slippery wood floors were familiar to her. Stiles immediately moved to the front of the store, where there was a big glass case filled with any ice cream flavor you could possibly imagine. She laughed as his breath fogged up the glass, due to his close proximity.

“What kind do you want?” She asked, surveying the choices.

Stiles was instantly able to answer. “Chocolate! Any kind of chocolate! It’s my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too.” She turned to the person at the counter. “Two scoops of chocolate please!”

The man quickly had their cones ready, so Laura led Stiles to a small table by the window. The small metal chairs were rickety underneath them. Stiles’ hands were already covered in ice cream, despite the fact that it had only been a matter of seconds. As soon as he was settled, he dug in with a grin. She took hers in slower than him, but probably ended up just as messy.

“This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had! Thank you!” Stiles told her, licking the excess off his lips.

“You’re welcome! You’re so polite.”

He shrugged. “My mom told me to always be nice to people.”

“Your mom sounds very smart.”

“She is. She just gets confused sometimes.”

She faltered at that. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she left me at the park today. She couldn’t remember who I was yesterday. And sometimes she gets lost on the way home. Don’t tell my dad, though. He works a lot, and I don’t want to worry him.”

Laura was at a loss for words. “It’s his job to worry.”

Hell, Laura was worried. This kid was six years old and already carrying the burden of this. There was clearly something seriously wrong with Claudia Stilinski. From the way Stiles described it, his dad didn’t seem to know what was going on. On the other hand, based on the way the deputy acted today, it wasn’t his first time doing this. Either way, they all definitely need to have a conversation. Preferably with a neurologist.

“I thought his job was a deputy?” Stiles asked her, cocking his head to the side.

“That’s his job as an adult. This is his job as your dad. He cares about you and wants to help.”

Stiles shrugged, staring down at the napkin in front of him. “I guess.”

Trying to brighten his mood, Laura changed the subject. “Are you ready to go? Your dad might be back by now.”

“Sure!”

She drove him back to the station, while he rambled to her from the backseat about what his school year was like and his best friend, Scott McCall. Laura smiled at him and couldn’t help but notice the stark difference in his attitude between now and earlier that day. He talked rapidly and excitedly with his hands, and his face was red with excitement. He had a big grin on her face, especially compared to his subdued frown from a mere hour ago. She had to admit, she would be sad to drop him off.

When they entered the station, Deputy Stilinski was nowhere in sight. Because of this, Stiles took a seat in the rolling chair behind his desk, while Laura leaned stood near him and helped him sound out the bigger words in his book to pass the time. They only had to wait for about ten minutes, before the deputy returned, noticeably out of breath.

“Stiles! Laura! I just got back. Did everything go okay?”

“Yep! We had fun.” She said, smiling at Stiles, who still was covered in ice cream.

“How much do I owe you?” He asked, already pulling bills out of his wallet.

Laura was confused. “For what?”

“Spending the day with him.” Stilinski told her, as if it should’ve been obvious.

She immediately waved him off. “Oh, sir, it was nothing.”

“We got ice cream! And she let me pick out a book!” Stiles interrupted, already waving the book in his dad’s face.

“Seriously, Laura. Let me do something for you in return.”

“I promise, deputy. I don’t need anything.” She leaned in and joked, “Although, if you ever catch me speeding, care to let me out of a ticket?”

“We’ll see.” He grinned.

“Did you find mom?” Stiles asked hesitantly.

The deputy sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, Stiles. She’s at home right now. She just got a little confused.”

“Oh. Okay.” Stiles stared at the ground, kicking a stray wrapper with his toe.

He put a reassuring hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “We are going to take her to the doctor later, though. Just to make sure everything is okay.” He stood up, brushed off the dirt from his hands, before addressing Laura again. “Thank you so much, again, for everything.”

“Really, deputy. It was my pleasure.” She gave him a genuine smile.

Stilinski headed towards the door, and Stiles followed in tow. As he passed Laura, she gave him a small fist bump, making him giggle. When they reached the door, the pair started up a new conversation. They weren’t too far away, so Laura was able to hear their conversation even without her werewolf hearing.

Stiles told his dad, “Can I tell you a secret? Laura made me promise not to tell, but I think it’s okay that you know.”

“Okay?” Stilinski asked, slightly confused.

“She’s a werewolf.” Stiles whispered to his dad, though not very quietly.

Laura, and a few of the deputies laughed, as the two Stilinski’s passed through the doors.

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That was the day Stiles’ mom got diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia. He and his dad had taken her to the hospital that night and, after twelve hours of blood tests, brain scans, and questioning, they had given them the bad news. Both the right and left sides of her brain showed signs of atrophy. Stiles had never seen his dad cry like that before. Stiles spent the night curled up in his dad’s lap in one of those extremely uncomfortable hospital room chairs.

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A few months after that day, tragedy struck yet again. Stiles woke up at one in the morning to hear his dad rushing through the hallway by his room and down the stairs. By this point, Stiles had learned how to eavesdrop on his dad’s conversations. He snuck down the stairs and sat on the bottom step, while his dad tried to throw on his uniform, still on the phone with the station. Stiles picked up on what was happening with ease. The Hale House had caught fire, and there were only two survivors – Derek and Laura. In shock, he stumbled back up the stairs before crying into his pillow.

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The next time Stiles Stilinski saw Laura Hale, she was in two pieces.

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When Two Coffee Addicts Unite 2

Part 2

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 29: Wait!

Ao3 *** Part 1

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Marinette has been in Gotham for almost two months doing her class work online while working with Lucious Fox on the fabrics and the best way to show case them. If the prototypes happened to need testing and kept her warm no one mentioned anything. Luckily, Adrien, Kagami, and Chloe told her when the class would be arriving. Her luck also held seeing as she had and apartment in Gotham, thanks to her uncle Jagged, she wouldn’t be in the hotel. Because of this she and her friends were allowed to stay at the apartment so long as there was a responsible adult with them. Jagged would say it was him, but the group of five were allowed to stay in the apartment, so long as they made it to school, W.E., and any mandatory events unless given permission to skip.

The first day of classes wasn’t too bad, thanks to being ahead and he placements, meaning that very few people from her class were with her. Thank kwamii Felix was such a book worm that she had at least one familiar face.

Arriving at Wayne Enterprises was another story. The two busses and the car that held Mari and her friends arrived. Marinette was going to just walk in when she was pulled back by miss Bustier.

“You must wait Marinette.” She smiled at her condescendingly.

“Hello I am Bruce Wayne. I only have a moment.” He scanned the crowd when his sights fell on her. “Miss Marinette what are you still doing out her.” He seemed to speak only to her.

“Just held up for a moment.” She replied to the billionaire, who may or may not be the same person she demolished at UMS III yesterday, when she was hanging out with Tim, the rest were sleeping off jet lag.

“Head on up would you, Lucious is waiting.”

“Of course,” a blindingly charming smile on her face. “you wouldn’t mind if I took up the interns for my team, now would you?

She could see that he could tell what she was planning. “I don’t see a problem with that. Seeing as they will be aiding the upcoming show after all.” He motioned for the receptionist to proceed.

“Oh! Um, of course.” The woman flipped through a few pages. “Mr. Adrien Agreste, Mr. Felix Graham de Vanily, and Miss Chloe Bourgeois. Please come forward and collect your badges.”

With that the four of them would have walked in had Lila mot started making a commotion. “Wait! Why are you letting them in without explanation?!”

“If you wouldn’t mind Bruce?” he only nodded to give her permission. “You see the reason I haven’t been in France is because I have been working on a partnership project with Wayne enterprises. I, for the duration of this project am considered a department head. Right now, I need to go up and continue my work.”

“But why are you taking them with you?”

“The three of them have been assigned to be interns and a part of this project. Is that a problem Miss Rossi?” She quirked her head and brow. When she didn’t get an answer, she headed in with Adrien, Chloe, and Felix in tow.

“Nettie! Thank god, okay so you better at this than me seeing as I need to figure out a way to be cordial with Luthor.” Tim ran into the elevator before it closed.

“Voice call, video call, meeting, or email?”

“Voice call.”

“Deep breaths keep to the points you need and stick to them. If he grates on you can always sick him on me.” The two of them laughed. “Oh, that’s right, this is Adrien, Felix, and Chloe.” The five were walking down the hall to the room she and Lucious were working in. “Guys this is Tim Drake.”

“Nettie’s told me a lot about you guys.”

“And we’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Chloe bumped into Mari and if she blushed no one was any wiser, hopefully.

They got to work and an hour in did the question come up.

“So, who is this Luthor, Tim did not want to Talk to?” Chloe asked.

“That would Be Lex Luthor of Lex Corp.” Lucius answered.

“Okay so why offer for him to turn him to you?” Adrien brought up.

“Okay remember last month, when whenever you guys called, I was irritable?”

“What of it?”

“At that point I hadn’t slept in almost a week, and well one thing lead to another.”

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Marinette had stalked into the building a huge cup of coffee in one hand, a tablet in the other going over designs and fabric functions.

She was already in a mood seeing as there were four separate akumas from midnight to noon in Paris, meaning it was six pm to six amin Gotham. She didn’t even have a chance to sleep.

The week before were random attacks from both akumas and amoks. Add to the fact she still had class work and this show to put on she was seriously lacking sleep.

She stopped by her temporary office space dropped off her coffee, bag, and coat. Checked the time, 8:15 am, grabbed a stack of designs and the function reports from the fabrics and the tech that will accompany them. With that she made it up to Tim’s office and walked in.

Immediately she noticed that he was close to screaming, but to anyone else it would seem like he was mildly frustrated. “Monsieurs Wayne. There are a few things that need your…”

“Who do you think you are to interrupt this meeting. Or are you blind as well as stupid.”

“Excuse me?” She didn’t raise her voice, but her posture shifted, but most importantly her aura changed. You see most people think ladybugs are harmless, but most forget Ladybugs are carnivorous and are known to cannibalize other ladybugs. She quickly flicked her wrist and noted the time, 8:18 am. “You see if I am not mistaken, I was scheduled to meet with Monsieur Wayne at 8:20 to go over a secret project between Wayne Enterprises and the designer MDC. Seeing as it my scheduled time you are intruding upon Monsieur…”

“Luthor. Lex Luthor of…”

“Lex Corp. I am aware of your position, but seeing as this is neither your office, your building, nor your company. Added to the fact that this is not currently your scheduled meeting time slot. I believe it best for you to wait outside until we are finished. Or are you honestly that belligerent and stupid that you cannot read a clock, Monsieur Luthor.” For a moment he simply sat there his moth pressed in a line, before silently standing and sulking out of the room.

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“Wait you sent Lex Luthor, one of the most powerful men in the world, sulking out of a room without lifting a finger?” Adrien announced shocked.

“Well I was seriously sleep deprived and did not have a single care left to give, besides, I have good teachers.” She shot Chloe and Felix a smile, and a thought to Kagami, stationed in Security, she may specialize in swords but knowing how to use a gun and taser isn’t bad to have.

“what did he say when he finally saw you again?” Chloe was now fully invested in the gossip.

“He apparently did a quick search on me and found out I am MDC. The most connected and influential female under the age of twenty. The muttered a small apology but wouldn’t look me in the eye.”

“According to Bruce Wayne Luthor apparently, muttered something of how with your influence you may damage lex corps reputation.” Lucious added a hit of a smile.

“Well he’s not wrong.” She shrugged and the room laughed as they continued to work.

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