#we closed the door on our teacher when he stepped out for a bit and danced to her spotify in his room

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 18

Part 17

He’d heard stories from Dustin and the others about the tales Eddie made up for them. But hearsay was different from actually experiencing it. There was a quick review, a recap that Steve could tell was purely for him, someone who hadn’t been present for the previous tellings. And then they were off.

Eddie started off sitting but didn’t stay still for long. He moved like a man possessed as he weaved the next part of the story. His voice and his mannerisms changed depending on who he was speaking for. An old innkeeper had a withery tone and moved like a frail elder. But then he was a seamstress, with a soothing voice and an elegant way about her movements and gestures. The only time he stopped was when he paused to ask the others what their characters would do in the situation they found themselves in. 

“Stop trying to tell Will what to do, he knows what he should do”, Lucas said.

“Obviously he doesn’t if he hasn’t made a move yet”, Mike said, not backing down.

“You guys aren’t considering every angle”, Will said. “If I go on the offensive, we can cut through, but at the risk of all our stamina. If I go on the defensive, we risk running out of time.”

“And we NEED to save Max and El”, Dustin reminded them.

Max scoffed. “Who said we need saving? El’s working on the lock right now and I can zoom us out.”

“Your confidence is admirable, but misguided”, Mike deadpanned, flinching when Max lunged forward for a fake out punch.

She snorted and gave him a five finger love tap anyway. Eddie watched them all with a devilish grin, probably the most mischievous Steve had ever seen him before they finally came to a decision. The story moved on and ended with a cliffhanger of the boys making it to the wizard’s tower just as the girls broke free of their cage.

“And that is where we shall leave things tonight”, Eddie said, his smile only widening at the groans and boos thrown his way.

“We’re literally crashing through his doors! You can’t end it there!”, Dustin exclaimed.

“You always do this”, Lucas agreed. “You get some sort of fun out of leaving us hanging off the edge.”

Eddie stood up and brushed some imaginary dust off his pants. “That’s my creed, always leave them wanting more. Now off to bed with you.”

With more groaning and moaning, the kids trudged off. Rubbing their eyes and biting back yawns despite denials of being sleepy. Steve stood as well, hanging back just a bit until they were alone.

“So this is a bedtime ritual?”, he asked. “Seems counterintuitive to get them so riled up before bed.”

“Started out that way”, Eddie said. “Grew into this. And what’s wrong with filling their heads with visions of adventure and feats of bravery before they go off to dream land?”

“Well, I must say you’re a master storyteller.”

Eddie moved from his chair and around the table. “We could make a character for you as well, little prince.”

Steve thought about how involved the children got with the story and how there seemed to be rules on who they could interact with and how. It all appeared very technical. He was rather certain they were performing equations in their head while doing it too. 

“I think I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want to ruin the flow of your story.”

When Eddie came to stand near him, Steve started towards the door and they easily fell into step next to each other. Standing this close no longer struck fear in his heart. Steve was beginning to understand that regardless of all else, King Edward, Eddie… was just a man. A man who cared about his subjects, about those in his care. Who did things to make them happy. Things like ordering tailored outfits for them.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to learn more about you-your kingdom. And how it all works.”

“How what all works?”, Eddie asked.

“The beasts at your disposal. The conflict between our two lands is mostly because of them. But your people don’t seem to be afraid despite living closer to them.”

“I know just the perfect teacher for you”, Eddie said as they got to Steve’s door.

Steve imagined Eddie taking him out into the woods again, allowing him to see the beasts face to face and learn first hand what made them so unique. He imagined also getting to know Eddie better. Many parts of him were still a mystery.

So he was a little disappointed the next day when a knock came on his door and it was not Eddie.

“You’re not Eddie.”

“No, I’m Scott Clarke. His Majesty has tasked me with your education. You can call me Mr. Clarke, the rest of the kids do.”

Steve had heard that name here and there from the kids, one of the castle tutors, the one they liked the most. Even so, it felt a little juvenile to be sat down in the library and looked over books and diagrams of something he had already seen with his own eyes.

“You might notice, Your Highness, that tensions rise between our lands mostly in the fall and winter. That is no coincidence. Demobeasts go into hibernation once spring begins and the weather starts to warm up. That doesn’t mean you won’t see the odd one out, perhaps to get a little snack in between its long sleep, but for the most part…”

Steve tried his best to pay attention, he really did. But he wasn’t much for book learning. He got by long enough to learn the basics, but he learned better by doing. Hands on sort of experiences. He tried sitting in Clarke’s lessons for a few days before getting sick of it and finally seeking Eddie out himself.

“You know, when I asked to learn more about your kingdom, I expected to learn from the king”, Steve said when he caught Eddie in the hallway.

“Ah, a king’s work is never done. I thought to give you a man whose knowledge rivals my own. If you wanted some special attention from me, all you had to do is say so.”

They were at least three feet apart and yet Steve felt pinned down by that gaze. It had been a while since he and Eddie had been alone. What would a private tutoring session even look like? Would Steve be able to focus on the actual lesson or…

“I wanted to learn about you too”, he admitted quietly before clearing his throat and speaking more confidently. “So you won’t teach me yourself?”

“I think if you really want to learn, you need to open your ears”, Eddie said. 

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Steve took to asking others about Eddie instead. About his abilities, about his past, about everything. He spoke to Robin first, hoping to get the most straightforward answer.

“What’s there to say? He’s super old, he’s been ruling since forever, he can shapeshift and control beasts. You know the rest, total joker underneath it all.”

“How long have you known him?”, Steve asked.

“A few years. My mom was less than thrilled that I share affections with other women and I had to find a place to stay. Eddie let me in and the rest is history.”

When he asked Dustin it would’ve been easier to list the things Eddie wasn’t capable of. Changing into any creature imaginable, the power of flight, of sight beyond sight, whatever that meant. It got to the point where Steve was sure he was making things up.

“Next you’re going to tell me he’s an incredible dancer and can cook too.”

“Actually, he can’t do any of those things”, Dustin said. “He does this weird jig that makes his legs look broken and everything he makes comes out either under or overcooked.”

Well, that was a couple supposed flaws. But it didn’t really give him a better image of Eddie. He thought to question the other kids and got very similar answers. The boys practically worshiped the ground he walked on. El spoke reverently as well but didn’t really talk about how she and Eddie had met. Max was less impressed by the feats Eddie had accomplished but despite everything, she respected him.

It wasn’t lost on Steve that most of these children rarely mentioned their parents. Dustin’s mother worked in the kitchen and only after asking directly did Lucas reveal he had a family that lived in the town. But the others were still an enigma. Just as he thought to press deeper, Nancy shoved him against the wall.

“Hey what-”

“Why are you interrogating everyone?”

“Interrogating? Does it look like that?”

“You’re asking personal questions. A lot of them people might not want to answer”, Nancy said, glaring at him.

“I’m just trying to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Everything? Everyone? People have always said I’m an idiot and for once I’m trying to fix that.” 

Nancy glared and crossed her arms. “Sometimes people aren’t so open to sharing. I hope you understand that.”

“I do.”

Her expression softened just a little. “A lot of us have things we want to hide. That’s why we’re here-Eddie-he-he lets us live the way we want. Without fear. That’s the most important thing. At least in my opinion.”

Steve nodded. “I understand.” 

And he did. He just wished to know, to really know, to be…well a part of it all. Sometimes it still felt like he was on the outside looking in. He was sitting by his window, gazing up at the stars, wondering what else was missing. Just about all his needs were being met. He was getting closer with everyone. And yet there was still this itch under his skin. He felt silly the next morning, but it took a hazy dream of hands and lips and then waking up to his own erection to realize what he had been hungry for.

Part 19 coming soon

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[elytrafemme]

i’m so in love. fuck, i’m so in love.

#nightmare.personal #i'm so down bad for her and it's fucking ridiculous because like #i'm literally helping her get together with a guy. i spent several months flipping between rage and idolization of her #but just. i don't know. she holds my hand a lot and we've been texting all the time #and we both leave each other space to hang out with our other friends but we always drift back together #she keeps telling me i'm the only person who understands her #and i feel like i understand myself better because i understand her #i'm starting to make the same kinds of jokes that she also makes #on friday we were talking to our teacher and she came behind me and wrapped her arms around me and he didn't bat an eye #and later i stole her jacket and neither of them really cared much #i was on the verge of throwing up out of fear while setting a boundary with her but she accepted it easier than anything #and she tells me she loves me all the time #and of course it stings a little that she keeps making it a point that we're never going to get married or be together #it hurts and i know that. but i have got to learn patience #if there was anything on this earth worth waiting for it's her #because she watched off-brand hallmark films as a kid. knows how to skin a fish and applied that knowledge to an aloe plant #we closed the door on our teacher when he stepped out for a bit and danced to her spotify in his room #even if i never find someone like her and even if she never wants me it doesn't really matter #she's not going to settle down at the age of 16 and the only reason i'm ready to is because i'm 17 yes but have lived for longer #maybe in 10 years we'll have it click but for now. this is enough #so long as she lets me keep loving her then i think it's enough. it's okay #we all ache and we all wait and that's why we're alive

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

•

•

It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

 I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.

#kit walker #kit walker imagine #peter maximoff #quicksilver #quicksilver smut #american horror story #james patrick march #jimmy darling imagines #kia anderson smut #evan peters x reader #warren lipka #evan peters smut #evan peters #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #evan peters x female reader #kai anderson smut #kai anderson

[sturniolosreads]

Dating Matt but Nick and Chris make you stay over at their house because when Matt’s at your place they don’t anyone to drive them places

UBER

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!reader

Today was Sunday, I had just gotten back from a long travel day and was driving to my boyfriend, Matts house. Matt was my lifesaver, we met when we were 14; he saw me sitting on the floor near the girls restroom when he had come out of class to go to the toilet.

I was sat crying, going into a panic attack because I couldn't do the work that my maths teacher gave me, he rushed up to me, held me and comforted me despite having no idea who was.

After he calmed me down, he helped me figure out the work and told me that he often experienced anxiety too. When lunch came around, he introduced me to his triplet brothers, Nick, and Chris. From that day on, all four of us were inseparable.

In junior year, we had both developed a crush on each other; he put flowers in my locker with a note asking me out on Valentine's day, and who was I to say no? So, we began to go on dates, and on the 3rd date he asked me if he could be my boyfriend.

Three years later, we were in a healthy and happy relationship. We had organised a movie night with me, Matt, Nick, Chris, and Nate so that Nick and Chris werent 3rd and 4th wheeling. I got out of my car after finally arriving to the triplets' house and grabbed my keys out of my pocket.

Matt had given me a key to their house when they moved to L.A a year ago so that i could let myself in, sometimes i would have trouble sleeping at night so i would drive over to the triplets house, Matt knew I did it to help me sleep at night so it never bothered him when he would wake up to me cuddled up at the side of him.

lunlocked the door and stepped into the house, Matt must have heard me pulling up because as soon as stepped foot in the doorway, he nearly knocked me over with a bone crushing hug.

" missed you baby, how was Boston?" he asked, his speech slightly muffled due to his head being nuzzled into my neck. I laughed, kissing his cheek

"it was good, I missed you too. How have things been while I was away?”

He groaned, pulling away from me *hell, imagine having to babysit two 20-year-old toddlers." Nick walked up from behind him *just because you have to have everything clean all the time Mr.

Perfect" he rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug

"it's good to have you back y/n, this moron hasn't stopped whining since we dropped you off at the airport." | laughed again at the brothers' antics.

"you guys need to come next time, I bumped into Marylou at the store, she said that the next time I go to Boston I need to drag you by the hair to come with me." I told them, they smiled.

"Were planning to go next month, you'll be coming with us of course" Matt spoke. "Hurry up guys I wanna start the movie!" Chris whined from upstairs. I rolled my eyes playfully at his dramatics, walking up the stairs with Matt and Nick following my lead.

Chris got up and ran to me as I came up the stairs. He jumped up and wrapped his legs around me like a monkey (like he did to nick in the vlog ages ago) as I let out a strained groan. Matt laughed and pried Chris off me. I giggled a bit and hugged Chris normally, despite there only being a few months of an age difference between me and the triplets, Chris was like a little brother to me.

He could be the biggest nuisance, but that was what made him so loveable. Matt never had a problem with us being close because he knew that we never thought about each other that way, and he knew that me and Chris were strictly platonic. " missed you sis he said, a toothy grin on his face as he pulled away from the hug. « missed you too kid, what are we watching?" | asked him, and he suddenly got more excited "we bought the new ninja turtles movie"

TIME SKIP

We spent around 2 hours on the couch together, watching the movie and eating our weight in Wingstop. Nate left around half way through, saying that he didn't want to wake up his mom by coming home too late. Once the movie was over, I

#I'm gonna head home guys, I'm exhausted from travelling" I said to them. Matt stood up after me

*I'lI take you home, I'll probably just end up staying at yours anyway. Chris immediately protested.

“No matt, I have to go to a meeting tomorrow morning, and I need you to drive me" he whined.

"I'm not an uber Chris, either walk or order one." he whined again "y/n, please stay over. I hate taking Ubers, they are too expensive" nick then decided to join the conversation. "I also need to go to target tomorrow” he spoke in a tone that said ‘you better drive me.’

laughed at their desperateness "why don't you guys just hurry up and get your licence? But fine, I'll stay over if matt is okay with it" I turned to look at matt who was standing behind me, silently asking him if he was okay with me sleeping in his room for the night.

"of course, I'm sorry about them" he smiled apologetically at me "it's okay, your bed is comfier anyway" | smiled, running away into his room, and jumping on the bed.

I heard him speaking to Chris, asking him what time he needed to be at the meeting. a few minutes later, I smiled at him as he came through the door of his room, shutting it behind him. "I'm gonna go for a shower and then I'II come to bed" | told him.

He smiled and nodded as he opened his drawer to take out a pair of sweatpants to sleep in "okay, are you just gonna sleep in one of my shirts? I have your spare underwear in my drawer." | nodded at him "yeah, I'II be like 15 minutes, and I'II be done" he nodded.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I took a quick shower, before getting out and wrapping the towel around me and opening the door.

I walked over to the drawer that I kept all my spare things in for when I stayed here and grabbed a pair of underwear along with the t-shirt matt had left out for me. I slipped them on, before getting under the duvet and putting my phone on charge.

Matt smiled at me, pulling me in to him as he put his phone down. "Goodnight baby" he spoke, kissing my forehead "Goodnight love" I buried my face into his chest, falling asleep in minutes.

A/n: sorry this is so short, but first one shot done. I'm so scared to publish this 😭

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader

[anonymergremlin]

Types of hugs

As promised, another piece of my thoughts and headcanons. This time about the gestures we learn in the game. I got really curious after receiving this one gesture after reading a certain sad letter. Is our boy learning from them? Is he curious about human gestures? Who knows.

Anyway, gender-neutral this time. For all you lovely people out there.

I hope you enjoy it and please forgive me for any mistakes. I am just a silly gremlin.

A heavy rainstorm rattled through the floors. Turning the once silent night into a restless one, keeping some of Hotel Krat souls awake. Step by step they approached the hotel's library. Perhaps a good book would help them through such a stormy night. Their fingers curled around the handle of the door. Slowly they opened it. To their surprise they were greeted by a brightly lit room. Another soul must have found its way into the library. "Oh... I didn't think anyone else would -" they stopped their own words as the other person came into view. It wasn't just anyone from the other residence, no, it was the puppet. Geppeto's puppet. The young man stood beside one of the many bookshelves. Fingers running through pages. He seemed to be quite concentrated on the writings.

“P?”.

As his name left their lips, he immediately turned. For a moment his porcelain face looked so blank, but it changed so quickly. The softest smile of all covered his face, his blue eyes lit up and his freckles almost seemed to shine like stars. It was impressive how much he had changed, he really had become more human.

"Have you found something interesting, my dear puppet? Would you like to show it to me?"

They took a few steps to close the distance between them, close enough for a quick glance at the book. To their surprise, P's finger pointed to a particular word.

Hug.

"Are you curious about hugs, P?" they asked him, eyes moving from the book to his blue eyes. He nodded. It wasn't unusual for him to be interested in human gestures. They had seen him mimic some of those described in books or letters before. Once he even mimicked a painting of a knight, his rapier close to his chest, the blade pointed to the sky, his back straight and a proud smile on his face. It was an amusing sight that brought a smile to their face.

"Well, my dear P, there are many kinds of hugs. You could say that one type of hug is never the same as another". They moved one of their hands up, raising their index finger like a teacher giving an important lesson. "In general, you can hug a person to show them that they are welcome, but you can also hug someone to say 'thank you'. You see? A hug can mean two completely different things." His mouth opened slightly and his eyes blinked, indicating his understanding. "A hug can also be a gesture of consolation. For example, when you see someone crying. You can go up to them and hug them, hoping that by doing that, you're going to comfort them through their sadness." For a moment, they stopped themselves and thought of all the people out there who deserve to be hugged. To have just the slightest bit of comfort in their lives. From the look on P's face, they had a feeling that the puppet probably had the same feeling. 

They shook their heads, trying to rid their mind of the thought of Krat's sad state. The people must continue to look forward to a better future. They brought their thoughts back to the hugs. With a slight blush, they remembered another important kind of hug.

"There's also... the kind of hug that lovers do," they said, almost whispering the words out of a slight sense of embarrassment. A fine blush rose to their cheeks as they thought about it more clearly. "Lovers hug as a gesture of their love. They embrace each other, body to body, to feel each other's warmth. Wishing they never have to let go." Their eyes closed for a second, imagining the feeling of someone holding them like that. Two hands gently touching their backs, arms wrapped around their frame and a chin resting softly on one of their shoulders. The thought alone left a good feeling in their chest, but to their surprise, it seemed to come from a real source. Eyes opened to find themselves in a hug. Two hands gently resting on the small of their back, arms carefully wrapped around their frame and a chin tucked between their neck and shoulder. P hugged them like a lover. He put just a tiny bit of pressure on them to pull them closer to him, wrapping his arms a little more around their frame and hiding his head in their neck.

They had only just told him about this kind of hug, but he was already imitating it so perfectly. And they knew from the softness and gentleness of his touch that he was serious about what the hug was saying.

Perhaps it wasn't a book that they needed in order to find comfort on this stormy night. Perhaps it is simply the hug of the person they love that they need.

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #p x reader #gender neutral reader #i really like this one #curious and open-minded p #lies of p really inspires me

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

physics and english teacher love affair

pairing: ps5!peter parker x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: none. squeaky clean, just happy fluff

summary: those two teachers that students are always interested in their relationship status.

A/N: guess this could be for any spidey, but i’m just really falling for ps5 peter and there’s like a hand full of fics for him. not fair!

masterlist / peter parker

working at the same high school with your boyfriend is harder than it looks. the two of you try to stay professional during schooling hours, not needing the staff or students in your business. but hearing miles tell you and peter, “people are very invested in your interactions,” made both of you realize you weren’t very good at keeping a low profile.

-

instance 1

“okay…jaime! your take on the dream sequence. what does it tell you?” looking to the male student near the back. he was dozing off a bit earlier so this was a wake-up call.

he floundered a bit, “uh, uh…the dream sequence…it’s a- a dream?” light giggles filled the classroom at the foolish answer.

a gentle sigh from your lips, “yes, jaime. but do you see any significance to our story?” being patient with him as he flipped through his book and packet, “uh…”

and before he could joke or stall, your door opened drawing all eyes to the popping in head. “sorry for interrupting,” peter apologized to the students then you. “

a wavering smile. “it’s fine. jaime,” the boy looked startled, “a few minutes to find an answer and then give me something. please.”

you looked over to peter again and waved him in. the door closed with a soft clink behind him, his steps thudded lightly against the linoleum tile. both of you exchanged delicate smiles as peter sat on the edge of your desk.

“what’s the occasion?” whispering low since his heightened hearing will pick you up. both of you tried to stay away from each other’s classrooms as much as possible, but the two of you were magnets, always attracted to each other.

peter shrugged, “nothing, just thought you would like to see me.” a playful tilt of his head.

a twitch of your lip, “and i thought we would only do that during our planning period.” subtly knocking your knuckles against his thigh. peter flashed a smile, “well, i also got you something, from our favorite bakery. if you want-“

“yes!” voice an excited yelp. the kids chattering came to a stop at your raised cry. you cleared your throat, “sorry. a few more minutes.” and they happily returned their gossip.

peter chuckled, “a little hurt you had more of a reaction for pastries than your awesome boyfriend.” you rolled your eyes, “well at work you’re my friendly co-worker.” “ew, gross.”

teeth biting into your bottom lip to stop a gleeful smile you made grabby hands for your treats. peter teasingly rolled his eyes while reaching into his backpack for your present. you had to hold your squeal in at the muffin and donut, mouth salivating at the sweet smell.

“i should head out. don’t want to stop your lesson.” making a move off your desk. you stopped him with a hand wrapped on his wrist, “wait, lean forward a bit.”

peter furrowed his brows as you urged him close, you ignored the dozen of eyes watching you both.

grabbing your lesson plan packet you covered both lower halves from curious eyes. “i love you. thank you for the sweets.” then blew peter an air kiss.

his cheeks pinked quickly and you cooed internally. peter sent a kiss back before swinging his bag onto his shoulders and waving goodbye to your students.

when he left the room you clapped your hands to signal order back. “okay, jaime. figure out an answer?”

“is mr. parker your boyfriend?” a girl, ashley, blurted out.

the class froze along with you. you took a moment to take stock of the abruptness before replying, “it’s rude to blurt out questions and second, no he isn’t.” heart cracking a little at the white lie, “but that’s none of your business, ashley.”

-

instance 2

the day before christmas break peter decided to play the class home alone. kids either watching the movie, chatting with friends, playing card games from out of nowhere, or just napping away the last hour of the school day.

peter and miles were sat at his desk, talking about the latest on spider-man. miles was in the middle of talking about a gang bust from the other night when multiple students said, “hi, mrs. l/n.”

peter and miles stopped talking to see you enter the classroom, waving to a few students who had seen you earlier in the day.

you walk up to peter’s cluttered desk, “hi boys.” stealing his rolling stool so you can join them. in the dark peter loop his right arm behind your back before pulling you in close, lips spreading into wide love struck smiles.

“how’s my best girl?”

a content sigh, “so excited for a week off. can’t wait to do coupley holiday stuff and also celebrate hanukkah with you. miles,” turning to the junior, “any plans with your time off?”

miles talked about how he was gonna visit hailey’s family for the first time. “really nervous, don’t want to mess things up.”

“you won’t, they’ll love you.” washing away his worries as peter’s fingers drummed on your waist.

“your great with parents and plus you’ve gotten a lot better at your asl. earn you brownie points.” peter affectionately punched miles’s bicep.

“what was may’s first impression on you?” miles turned the conversation around.

you perked up as the memory flashes to mind. you glance at peter and he has a look on his face, already knowing what you’ll say.

“well may opened the door and as i was introducing myself she interrupted with “oh! you must be y/n. peter can’t keep your name out his mouth for longer than two minutes. i’ve timed it. that boy is deeply in love with you, just don’t tell him i’ve said that, he’ll be a blubbering mess.” and i didn’t tell him until he said i love you first.”

peter tucked his chin to his chest hiding away his flushed cheeks while miles covered his laughter.

you carded fingers through peter’s growing hair before leaving a peck on his cheek. “i’m gonna pack my things then come back. enjoy your break miles.”

-

instance 3

“mr. parker and ms. l/n are definitely a thing.”

miles heard the charter from across the lunch room at the mention of your names. he tried to look distracted with his homework to keep listening in.

“and what’s your proof this time?” a boy asked the girl.

“well one, i saw them leaving together when i had to stay late to help mr. johnson. they were laughing and smiling in that love sick way. also could totally tell they wanted to hold hands when they kept bumping them. and second, i saw them at the subway station-“

“so you stalked them?” a girl interrupted the retelling.

the storyteller sighed, “no i just happen to take the subway, like most of new york does. anyway, i don’t take the same train as them but i walked past them and they were now holding hands and then…” taking a dramatic pause before almost squealing, “they kissed!”

a bunch of girls joined in the yells and a few boys were like “holy shit!” and others like “whatever.”

miles stopped listening and just smirked down at his homework ready to tell peter this news.

-

instance 4 the final

you know the nosey students are gonna have a field day if they spot the new jewelry on your finger. a huge milestone has been made on a simple thursday during spring break.

“okay class. welcome back! if anyone wants to share a quick story about their break just raise your hand.” a couple shot up at lightning speed and then some more slowly.

you squint your eyes while humming, “emma. what did you do?” she went on a quick spiel about visiting her mother’s family in atlanta, also how she managed to snag tickets for a spa concert at the box office.

“girl i’m jealous. i wish i could see sza. okay… jaden! what’d you do?” he said he just stayed in the city and worked, hung out with his friends on his days off.

“already getting a taste of adult life. well i’m glad you made time to relax. uh final one is… ashley. how did you spend your break?”

“oh, nothing special. i just have a question for you and the new ring on your finger.” a sneaky smile appeared, exactly what you wanted. she’s been the most observant on your relationship.

“you may ask.” folding your hands so the stone reflected a bit of light.

“did mr. parker propose? is he your fiancé now?” and most of the girls in the room were practically vibrating in anticipation.

you smiled down the ring, fiddling with the band. you looked up and said calmly, “yes. mr. parker is my fiancé.”

and you could bet that peter heard all the commotion of your room from down the hall, already preparing for nosey teens to ask him a similar question.

both of you were just glad to proudly say the other was yours.

turns out working at the same high school as your fiancé isn’t gonna be so bad after all.

-

#peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker x female reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker ps5 #ps5!peter parker #teacher peter parker #marvel x reader #marvel fluff #marvel fanfiction #spiderman marvel #marvel imagine #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #the amazing spider-man #insomniac spider man

[specialagentlokitty]

All Might x student!reader - don’t runaway

Sitting in the back of the classroom, you had you head resting in your arms as you stared out of the window.

“I am here!”

You didn’t look up as the teacher came into the room, talking to all of the students, and you frowned a little bit, watching as clouds slowly took over the blue skies.

It was going to rain soon.

While you were lost in your own mind, you didn’t notice the teacher coming over, not until he crouched down to look at you.

You blinked a little, looking at him.

“Is everything alright young (Y/N)?” He asked.

I nodded my head, sitting up as I turned to look at my work.

“It’s going to rain…”

All Might looked out of the window, seeing the dark clouds and then looked to you, giving you a warm smile.

“It looks like it will, huh?” He asked.

You looked up at the thin man, then back down to your work, and he frowned a little as he watched you draw in your work book instead.

He decided not to push you to talk in front of all the other students, so he waited for class to end, and stopped you at the door with a hand on your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

You stepped back, letting him close the door.

Walking over to one of the desks you stuffed your hands into your pockets as you looked at the ground.

“Is everything alright? I’ve noticed recently you seem to be a little distracted.”

You looked towards the window, watching as the rain hit it.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’d like to help if I can. Maybe I can find Aizawa for you?”

You pushed yourself up, not looking at him.

“It’s fine…”

With that, you left.

All Might didn’t seem convinced, so he waited until after school to talk to you again.

You were stood at your desk, neatly leaving a slip of paper on top, and you walked over to Aizawa’s desk, putting another on on top.

“Ah, I’ve been looking for you. I was hoping we could finish our talk.” He smiled.

I looked up to him, slowly walking to the back of the classroom.

“(Y/N)?”

“I can’t be a hero anymore!”

With that, you ran past him, crashing into the wall in the hallway, but you pushed yourself up and kept running.

“Wait! Please don’t run away!”

All Might ran after you, trying to catch up to you, but when you reached the stairs you jumped down, landing on your feet.

You turned around to glanced at him as he gasped for breath at the top of the stairs.

“Whatever’s going on I can help! But you don’t have to runaway!”

“Stop chasing me!”

You jumped down the next set of stairs, placing your hand on the ground to steady yourself and you kept running.

You ran as fast as you could, easily out running the hero, and you ran down the path, ignoring the class out for you.

The moment you reached the gates, you jumped, activating your quirk, turning into your werewolf form, you let out a loud growl and ran on all fours through the city.

People screamed and jumped out the way, but you didn’t pay them any mind, trying to find an escape.

You didn’t know where else to go do you ran towards the outskirts of the city, knowing it was you best chance to hide from everybody.

You kept to yourself, not wanting anybody to find out, but of course your peace didn’t last long.

You were sitting in front of a little fire you had made when you heard the thud from nearby, and you looked up to see All Might in his hero form jumped in front of you before he deflated.

The lanky teacher walked over, sitting next to you, coughing a little bit.

“Getting harder to do that.”

He looked at you with a smile.

“Hello young (Y/N).”

You sighed, pushing yourself up as you kicked out the fire, putting your hands in your pockets to leave.

“You’re hurt, what happened?”

You stopped, looking down at your leg.

“Nothing… go away All Might…”

He got up, walking over and he placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Running away won’t solve any of your problems young (Y/N)…” he spoke quietly.

You looked towards the ground, giving him a small shrug.

“I don’t want to go back…”

“Why not? Allow me to help you, allow me to rescue you from whatever fears you may be facing.”

You sniffled a little bit.

“Everybody looks at me like I’m a monster…”

All Might felt his heart clench at your words.

He knew you distanced yourself from your class, though he could never find out why, nobody seemed sure why you did it.

But to hear that you thought people looked at you like a monster broke his heart.

“Nobody thinks you’re a monster…”

You wiped your tears with the backs of your hands.

“Everybody does… I heard them talking… whispering… the way the look at me…”

He sighed softly, placing a hand on your head.

“Running away won’t change any of that, but I can assure you that your teachers, your fellow students would never think such things of you. I don’t.”

“You’re lying…”

“You said you don’t like have people look at you, right?”

You nodded your head a little bit.

All Might crouched down so he could look at you, a warm smile on his face.

“I don’t think you’re a monster, in fact I think your quirk would make for an excellent rescue hero, that’s what you want to be, right? A rescue hero?”

You nodded a little, avoiding his gaze.

All Might sighed, standing up and he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave you out here, that wouldn’t be right. Will you come back with me?”

You shook your head.

“Okay, then why don’t you show me around the place you’ve decided to call home?” He beamed.

“Don’t you have to go back…?”

“Not without you, so if I have to stay here I will. Here, I brought some chocolate too, Young Midoriya was telling me about your quirk, and says chocolate helps you feel less nauseous after changing.”

You took the chocolate from him, snapping it in half and you handed half to him, going back to eating your own half.

You padded barefoot along the grass, All Might following along with you.

He could see why you chose here.

If you didn’t like people looking at you, or being around them, then this would be the best place where you could run around worrying free.

You looked around, occasionally stopping, looking around.

You hadn’t been interested in training with others, so All Might took this as his chance to learn a little about you.

“What can you hear?”

You paused, tilting your head to the side a little.

“I can hear birds, and a few deer up ahead, they’re jumping around. I can also hear faint traffic from the city, and class 1-A?”

“They insisted on coming with them, I asked them to stay out while I came to speak with you. They’re going to camp here until you come back.”

All Might watched you tilt your head to the side a little more, covering one of your ears to focus on the sounds of your class.

You could hear them all wondering about you, and your home room teacher trying to reassure them all.

“I’m sorry not everybody wants to see you become a hero young (Y/N), but if you focus on those that do you’ll find you have a lot of people ready to support you.”

All Might, smiled, holding out his hand.

“Come back home.” He said gently.

You sniffled a little, looking at your feet.

“I don’t want to hear what people say… or see them…”

All Might softly.

“Keep your eyes closed, placed your hands over your ears.”

You nodded, doing as he said, you could feel him take your arm gently, leading you most likely to the rest of your class.

You couldn’t hear much with your ears covered, and you couldn’t see anything either, and it made you feel a little calmer.

All Might stopped you, covering your ears with his hands as he spoke but you couldn’t make out the words.

You sense somebody in front of you, and you opened your eyes out of curiosity to see the smiling faces of your classmates.

You couldn’t looked to the ground.

“Oh, did we scare them?” Mina asked sadly.

“No, I believe they’re just struggling with their quirk. Maybe you can all show them they can be a hero?” All Might asked.

The whole class quickly agreed, and you were pulled into a hug by the girls, and you stood there shocked and a little confused.

You were given something eat, and the girls worked on neatening out your hair while the boys made sure you were okay.

Aizawa stood next to All Might, arms crossed over his chest.

“Took you two weeks.” Aizawa said.

“It would’ve been faster but I’m not what I used to be you know.”

Aizawa huffed a little.

“The kid has no confidence.”

“No, you’re right. But I think we’ve got the right group of students to change that.”

Aizawa nodded his head in agreement, both of them knowing you could become a hero no problem if you really tried

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Chapter 12

Summary: It's the holidays and the kids school is putting on a show!

A/n: Sorry this has taken a bit of time to get out. There is a lot packed into this chapter. Enjoy!

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“Come on guys, no more pictures! We’re going to be late!” Rachel whines, tired of posing for pictures. Jean frowns with her phone covering half of her face. 

“Just one more picture, babe. You look so adorable!” Jean says as she waves her daughter back into place. 

“Baba,” Rachel looks at you for help. You nod and place your hand on Jean’s shoulder. 

“Come on, mama. Let’s get her to school on time. She’s stressed enough, she doesn’t need to be late.” You say as you attempt to reason with your ex-wife. 

“Fine, but you’ll regret this when you’re old and decrepit and have no memories,” Jean grouches as she puts her phone away.

“Jean, you'll have more opportunities to take pictures of our little soloist when she's on stage and after the performance. But for now, we have to go,” you say as you open the door for everyone to leave the house.  Both of your parents and their significant others are here along with Kate. Your step siblings are spending the holidays with their significant other's families this year. Which allowed your dad to spend them with you. It has been years since he's spent the holidays with you and he even apologized for that as he brought in many gifts for Rachel and even a few for you. Anna's parents, Owen and Pricilla, are also in attendance and they have also spoiled Rachel with presents making the tree overflowing with presents. Jean's parents aren't attending this year because they're spending the holidays with her older brother Roger and his family. Jean is the youngest of five and since the family spread out throughout the country over the years, her parents have had to rotate where they spend the holidays. But since Jean isn’t without family, she is fine not having her parents here. 

Even without the Grey’s, Rachel still has a pretty big crowd there to support her. You almost feel guilty for not having more kids for a crowd this size to root for, especially since some kids won't have nearly this many people attending to see them. 

The group of ten arrives at the school parking lot in multiple cars. You were lucky enough to get to drive Rachel alone since she wanted to avoid everyone fawning all over her. You help her get to her classroom where all of the students were asked to meet before the performance. It's a big holiday showcase with performances from each grade. Since Rachel is in her last year of elementary school, that meant her performance was going to be the big finale of the show. 

“Good luck, munchkin,” you kiss the top of her head before sending her into the classroom. 

“Baba, you're supposed to say ‘break a leg’ because the theater is very superstitious,” she says and you smile as you get ready to correct yourself but you get interrupted by her teacher. 

“There you are! My star! Come on in, let's get you ready,” the teacher takes her away from you and you go looking for the rest of the people that you're going to sit with. 

There are many families that are crowding the halls and are slowly filing into the theater as they find their seats. You're carefully scanning the crowd for a familiar face when you hear your name being called. You whip your head around as you try to find the face and stop when you find Daisy. You shuffle through the crowd to get to her when you feel some tug on your coat. You look back and find Luna smiling up at you. Then you notice Pietro before he notices you. 

“Hey,” you greet as you hold his arm. Pietro smiles as he greets you with a hug. “I thought you weren't coming,” you say as you step back to get out of the way. Luna asks to be lifted up and so you pick her up and she gives you a tight hug. 

“Yeah, I wasn't planning on it but uh,” he looks around before leaning in close. “Vision canceled on Tommy and Billy and they were taking it pretty hard so, here I am.” 

You shake your head. For someone who is so adamant about being the only male presence in his son's lives, he sure has a funny way of showing it. “That's a shame. I know that Billy was really excited for him to see his part.” 

Pietro shrugs, “I know, but we're here for him. Hopefully it's enough.” Even though the both of you know that it most likely isn't, you don't voice it. “I should probably get in,” Pietro says as he reaches for his daughter. “Have to find the wife.” 

“Crystalia is here? Where is she?” You look around, realizing that she wasn't with him. 

“She's with Wanda and my mom. We got here pretty early to avoid this traffic because we recently found out that Crystalia is carrying twins so we wanted to minimize her standing time. Unfortunately for me, this one needed to go potty,” he starts to tickle his daughter making her squeal and squirm in his arms. 

The two of you wish each other happy holidays as you go your separate ways and you finally make your way through the crowd to Daisy who has found Jean and the rest of the large family. She arrived separately because she said she had to work. But you believe she has been avoiding meeting your parents and having to sit through a meal with them. You place your hand on her lower back and give her an innocent greeting kiss. “I'm glad that you made it,” you smile at her. 

“I wouldn't miss it,” she takes your free hand and gives you a few squeezes. You squeeze back. It has been a rough adjustment between her and Rachel, but Daisy surprises you by trying every day to get your daughter to welcome her. 

“Did she get to her classroom fine?” Jean asks and you confirm that she did and throw in that she didn't seem nervous in the least. “She is so brave. It scares me,” she admits. You agree with her as you imagine the many wrong turns that bravery could take your daughter. All any parent can do is hope for the best.  

As you finally get through the auditorium doors, your eyes wander and you aren't sure what you're looking for until your eyes land on her. She is standing in front of her mother with a smile as she talks to her. You are curious about what is making her smile as it makes you smile. “What's got you smiling? The kids aren't out yet.” Anna whispers as she nudges you. 

You look at her, “I can't be proud that our daughter finally got a solo here?” You notice when she finds Wanda but she doesn't point it out. 

“I know! I'm so proud too, she has been working really hard on this,” she says as she squeezes your bicep. 

“I'm so glad she let me help her,” Daisy leans in, overhearing the conversation. “She actually called Y/n here tone deaf,” Daisy laughs and Anna joins her. You shake your head. When Rachel came to your apartment raving about the audition she had, she asked for your help but you couldn't carry a tune to save your life and she found it difficult to bounce off of. So, Daisy quietly sang to herself until Rachel noticed and the girl shyly asked for the woman's help. It got to the point that she would ask Daisy to go over to her mom's house to help her practice. You couldn't have been happier and your girlfriend couldn't have been more willing to help. 

During the performances of the five grades before Rachel and the twins, you find it increasingly difficult to stay awake through it. The kids certainly are adorable but none of them are Rachel, so you don’t have much interest in watching the little kids struggle to remember lines and sing the lyrics off key. Thankfully, you have Daisy there to wake you up when they announce the fifth grade class. You sit up and look around to remind yourself where you are and as you do, you turn around enough to see your father doing the same thing as his wife wakes him. You would find the symmetry endearing if the two of you weren’t so estranged. You smile at Daisy and put your arm over her shoulders as she snuggles into you in response to the gesture. 

Now since there are a lot of students, not every student is participating on the stage. Some of the students are operating backstage and others are managing props. Some even are the props. Like Tommy, he is a Christmas tree as punishment for being difficult in every other aspect of the play. You laugh to yourself as you zoom in on his Grinch green grumpy face and snap a picture for Wanda. Then you start recording the entire stage as Billy leads a group of boys and girls in a musical number. Rachel is crouched and hidden in the middle of the other students. She blossoms as they spread out through the front of the stage. Your daughter sings her little heart out and doesn’t miss a beat. You feel your eyes sting with proud tears as you continue to record her. 

“Put your phone down,” Daisy whispers. “I’ve got it. You enjoy the show.” You nod and end the recording. You want to whisper your gratitude but don’t want to mess up the recording on her phone. You experience your daughter's performance live instead of through the screen and watch as she gets her dance moves correct. You don’t even realize how close to the edge of the stage she is until it happens. You don’t think anyone did. Rachel certainly didn’t, not with the big smile she had as she nailed her performance. 

“Rachel!” Billy and Tommy shouted at the same time as they both abandoned their positions and rushed to the edge of the stage to look down at their friend on the ground. There was a collective gasp in the audience that made the whole thing seem unreal. You experience a delayed reaction and don’t run towards the stage until Anna and Jean are shuffling in front of you to rush to the stage. The three of you make it after Wanda, who is yelling at her boys to stay put as she assesses the situation. 

“Rachel, honey, don’t move okay?” Wanda says as she kneels down beside Rachel but not too close. You get next to Wanda as you watch your daughter struggle to wake up. You look her over for any obvious injuries and notice that her leg is in really bad shape. 

“Someone call an ambulance!” You shout as you look at the large auditorium full of people too stunned to do anything. You shake your head and pull out your phone to do it yourself and that’s when a school administrator speed walks over to see if she can avoid causing a big scene. 

The older woman’s view is obstructed so with good intentions she says, “Do you think you could carry her out of here? We will have an ambulance waiting outside. I just want to avoid canceling the big finale for the rest of the students and their families.” 

Jean and Anna, who were next to you, move out of the way and the woman still tries to ask you to move her. Just as you’re about to say that you don’t think you should, Wanda steps in for you. “Are you crazy? I’m sorry, I would have loved it if this didn’t happen either but we don’t know what internal damages she has! None of us here are trained to properly move her without making it worse. The show is over. Do you understand?” Wanda turns around to shout to the audience but Billy taps her shoulder and holds out his mic pack for her. “Everyone, please stay in your seats until we can get a paramedic to remove Rachel Y/l/n-Grey from the auditorium safely. Her family thanks you for your respect and patience.” 

With this announcement, the army that is Rachel’s grandparents rise and make their way to the front as well as they realize the severity of the situation. “I don’t think that was necessary,” the woman says to Wanda. 

“Excuse me, my granddaughter is in need of serious medical attention. She isn’t even conscious,” your dad steps in to defend Wanda. “Madam, are you a doctor?” The woman shakes her head. “Do you have any medical experience or knowledge at all?” She replies no and tries to continue after that but your father shuts her down again. “Then you can step away and guide the paramedics to us because that’s all you’re good for in this situation.” You are shocked to see this protective side of your father but you don’t stop him because he’s doing what you’re too shocked to do. 

You stay close to Rachel and as much as you want to hold her hand or touch her to let her know that you are there, you don’t. You just watch her chest struggle to rise and fall as you wait for the medical professionals to arrive. It hurts you to see the uneven breaths, but it comforts you to know that she is still breathing. The position of her head and her arm concern you, but you try really hard not to focus too much on the list of injuries she may or may not have. You just focus on the fact that she is alive and help is on the way. You don’t realize that you’ve been holding your breath until Wanda’s touch shocks you back to self awareness. You take a deep breath and look at her as she rubs your back. “She’s going to be okay,” she says to comfort you and with everything in you, you hope that she is right. 

Wanda has to move you out of the way when the paramedics arrive at the scene. You finally look away when they start to move her around. She looks so tiny and helpless in their care and you couldn’t stand the sight. Wanda continues to take care of you and you are grateful. You don’t notice that Daisy is standing at her seat until you are following the paramedics out of the theater. She collects her things and follows you out. “I’ll follow behind to give you a ride back to your car. When you're ready, of course,” she says and you nod as you climb into the ambulance with your daughter. Only one parent could ride along and Jean volunteered you without a second thought. 

“She needs you, Y/n. You’re better at this stuff and I can’t stop crying,” she said as she attempted to wipe her tears. You gave her a quick hug and promised that Rachel was going to be okay. It didn’t bring her much relief but she held onto the small amount of comfort it did bring. 

Wanda is walking at a fast pace as she holds her boys hands to get them out of the school. “Come on boys, I need to get you home.” Tommy stops walking and pulls his hand out of hers. 

“No,” he frowns, “I want to go to see Rachel. I have to make sure she is okay.” 

Wanda sighs, “Honey, we won’t know that for a while. It will be a lot of waiting.” 

“We’re okay with that,” Billy says. “She’s our best friend. We want to be there for her,” he says as he stands next to his brother. Pietro finds the three of them in the middle of the parking lot. His mother is helping his wife and daughter to his car. He was sent to find Wanda to see what she was going to do, and offer to watch the boys so that at least she can be there for you.

“What’s going on here, guys?” He asks as he places his hands on the back of their heads. 

“They want to go with me to the hospital to wait for Rachel,” Wanda answers. She looks at her brother for help. She wasn’t sure what she should do in terms of being a good parent but she doesn’t think she can convince her determined boys to go with their uncle. They almost never agree on anything at the same time like this. 

“Hey, so are we taking these two with us?” Mrs. Maximoff asks as she joins the group. 

“No,” Pietro says, helping his sister make the decision as he looks at his mother, “Tommy and Billy will be joining Wanda.”  

“I see,” she says as she looks at her grandsons. “My boys are so sweet. But are you sure you don’t want to come with us to Uncle Pietro’s? We can have ice cream and cake and watch movies.” Billy and Tommy shake their heads and cross their arms at the same time. 

“We have to be there for Rachel,” Tommy stands his ground, showing no sign of temptation to his grandmother’s offer. She shrugs and looks at her daughter. 

“I’ll join you,” she says. 

“Mom, you don’t have to,” Wanda starts to protest. 

“No, I’m supporting my grandsons. They want to be at the hospital then so do I,” she states and Wanda doesn’t argue any further. She's in a hurry to get to you. Well, to the hospital to be there for you. And Jean and Anna of course since they're her friends as well.

“Okay, let’s go then,” Wanda says and she says goodbye to her brother as she walks off with her boys and their mother. She drives, uncertain if she should even be there in the first place but knows that if something like this happened to either of her boys, you would be there for her. No question. When she finds you in a waiting area with your family she knows that the news can't be too good. Before asking anything, Wanda pulls you into a tight hug that you melt into. “What do you know?” She asks as she steps back. 

“She broke her leg, that's been confirmed. There is a lot of concern for her arm and shoulder and they don't know whether it's the pain that has kept her unconscious or if she sustained a head injury. The paramedics couldn’t tell how hard she might've hit her head but are optimistic that it wasn't too hard since it looks like her leg took the brunt of it. The doctor said that we won't know until she wakes up what kind of damage might've been done to her head. She's in surgery now,” you explain, trying to remain calm and not jump to the worst kinds of conclusions. Rachel is going to be fine. She is strong. Wanda nods as she digests the information. “You brought the boys?” You ask as you notice Tommy’s green face and Billy also still in his costume being dragged to seats by their grandmother. 

Wanda turns to look at them and then turns back to you. “They insisted. My mom tried to take them to Pietro's house but they refused. They really care about Rachel.” Wanda stands next to you and the both of you look at her boys as they fight over who gets a turn first on grandma's phone. “Which one do you think she'll marry?” 

You snort at the idea, “Hopefully neither.” 

Wanda looks at you feeling offended by your answer. “She would be a lucky girl to marry one of my boys.” 

You hold your hands up in surrender, “No one is saying she wouldn't be. It's just that Jean and I are both hoping we raised a lesbian. If she's straight, we might have to disown her.” You smirk at the end to show your lack of seriousness and Wanda shakes her head.

“It amazes me that you have a sense of humor in a crisis,” Wanda says.

“That’s my fault,” your mom says as she flips through the outdated magazine from the hospital collection. “I'm not good in a crisis so Y/n learned how to make me laugh from an early age in order to help us both get through it.” She closes the magazine and tosses it back onto the pile. She looks Wanda up and down and lifts her hand in the air as she remains seated. “I'm Eleanor Bishop, Y/n’s mother,” she introduces herself.  Wanda introduces herself and your mom makes a face to place the familiarity to the name. “Oh yes, I've heard of you! Rachel talks very highly of you and your boys. Twins right?” 

“Right, Tommy and Billy,” Wanda points out her boys to the woman. “They wanted to be here for your granddaughter,” she explains. 

“Oh they are so kind,” your mom says. “This is my husband, Derek,” she places her hands on her husband's shoulder. He half stands to shake Wanda's hand as well and gives a polite hello. “I'm not sure if you've already met my daughter, Kate,” she gestures to Kate who is sitting across from her and behind Wanda. 

“No, but I have heard a lot about you. Rachel adores you,” she turns to Kate to get a read on the girl but it's clear she's in no mood to make pleasantries. She just wants to know that her niece is okay. Wanda doesn't push and surprisingly, neither does your mother. 

“Would you like to take a seat,” you ask Wanda when you realize that the two of you are the only ones standing in the middle of the waiting area. She nods and looks over at her family to see that there isn't a seat for her. But there is one next to you, leaving you in the middle of Wanda and Daisy. 

The latter of the two snuggles into your arms and laces her fingers with yours once you've settled in. Something about the gesture comes off more territorial than it does comforting and it makes you uncomfortable. But you don't pull away. You know that she has an insecurity when it comes to your friendship with Wanda, so you do your best to show her that she has nothing to worry about. 

An hour passes with a couple of updates and Pietro shows up with some treats for everyone to help them get through the wait. He talks with you for a bit and you thank him for showing up and for being kind enough to bring food for your family. “I can't take all of the credit to be honest. Wanda messaged me to see if I was able to drop some things off.” You look at Wanda who is helping her boys distribute the donuts and coffee to the members of your family who at first declined but after getting a speech from Wanda about everyone taking care of themselves they all realized how much they needed the treat. You can't imagine a better person to have by your side in a crisis. 

You look at Daisy and notice that she looks a little off as she stares at her phone. You excuse yourself from Pietro and walk over to Daisy. But as soon as you get close enough she stands while collecting her things and apologizes to everyone as she starts to walk away. You turn back, unsure if you should go after her or stay just in case the doctor sends someone out for another update. Jean tells you to go so you do. 

“I wonder what that's all about,” Pietro says as he gets close to Wanda. 

“Pietro, please. Now's not the time,” Wanda rolls her eyes at her brother's nosiness. He nods as he drops it. “Do you think we'll be able to convince the boys to let you take them with you?” She asks as she takes a bite of the donut. 

“No, but we might be able to convince mom to let me drop her off,” the two share a laugh as Pietro points to the woman who is nodding off in her seat. 

“Daisy,” you say as you chase her down the hall to prevent her from leaving but she doesn't stop. “Daisy, please talk to me. What's wrong?” You ask once she's guided you out of the building. “Daisy, come on. I want to be here for you, whatever you're going through, but we need to get back in there for Rachel. I can't be out here for too long,” you try to explain.

“Then go back inside, I didn't ask you to follow me,” she snaps back at you but she continues walking. You shake your head and take a glance back at the building before continuing to follow Daisy. “I can't do this. I'm not ready for all of this,” you overhear her muttering to herself. 

“What aren't you ready for?” You ask, confused by her rambling words. Daisy drops her keys and you're quicker than she is to pick them up. She asks for her keys. “Not until you tell me what's wrong,” you negotiate. You really don't understand what is causing this behavior from her. You wonder if it has anything to do with Wanda but you don't want to believe that's the case. You don't know if it'd be fair to the kids to have to cut them out of each other's lives for Daisy. She knows that your first priority is always Rachel and her happiness. 

“It was great meeting everyone, despite the circumstances, but my wife just messaged me about some cravings that I should get to her before everything closes. Rachel is a strong girl, she's going to be fine,” Pietro says as he starts to make his exit after engaging in light conversation with your father and his wife and even managed to get Kate to chat after a conversation with Anna's parents. Your mother is preoccupied with reading to the twins and although the pair of them claim to be too old for a storytime, your mom can be quite the storyteller. Pietro walks over to his mom and gently wakes her to offer her a ride home. 

She looks at her grandsons and shakes her head. “I think it'll be a good example to stick out the wait with them,” she says as she reaches up and lightly pats his cheek. “Thank you for asking, my sweet boy. I love you.” 

Pietro smiles and gives his mom a sweet kiss on the forehead. “I love you too, ma. I'll see you tomorrow,” he says before he walks away. Wanda catches up to him and she says something about walking him out and he smirks. “Who's the nosey one now?” He teases and she shakes her head. 

“All of it, Rachel, you, us,” Daisy says as tears start to stream down her face. “I thought,” she takes a shaky breath as she runs her fingers through her hair, “I thought I wanted all of it. I swear to you, every time that I told you I was ready I meant it but… the way she fell. The reality that she could be gone in a split of a second. I froze. I froze when none of you did. I can't be a parent. I can’t be a parent,” she mutters the last part to herself a couple of times and you try to get her to look at you again to keep her from spiraling. “I cannot be another parent to Rachel! I'm not even ready to own a dog or take care of a plant. Oh I've killed so many plants. So many dead plants. And Rachel, she isn't a plant. She is a person and I can't,” you cut her off with a hug to stop her rambling. 

“Okay, shhh, shhh. It's okay,” you try to soothe Daisy as she sobs into your arms. “No one is asking you to be another parent to Rachel. She already has two mom's. She doesn't need-” 

“That's the thing, she doesn't. She has Wanda too.” Daisy holds her hand up to stop you from denying it. “I know what you're going to say. That it's not like that with her. But Rachel isn't her child and she was the first one to rush to her aid! She fought for her safety and I couldn't stop recording. She has instincts that I don't have. That I don't care to have. Not right now.” Daisy says and you don't know how to respond. You can tell her that you froze too but that won't mean much because you did eventually move. You can say that she's not expected to be a parent but you don't know how many more ways you can say it. “Wanda was able to get her family out here to support you and Rachel and I can't even get my dad here. Because he does hate you and he doesn't support us being together. Let's face it, I don't belong here. You and I… we don't work.” You open your mouth to try and come up with an argument but you fall short. You can't think of a reason for her to stay. This is the out that you were searching for months ago. A piece of you doesn't want this to be the end but it's not big enough to stop it from happening.

“So, this is it?” You say with a frown looking down at her keys and tears burning your eyes. No matter what, it hurts to say goodbye to a relationship that you've managed to maintain for months longer than you thought you could. 

“It has to be,” Daisy wipes her face with the back of her hand. You nod and hand her the keys that you held hostage.

“I understand,” you clear your throat. “Thank you for reminding me that I'm still young,” you say as she takes the keys. “And for letting me love you.” Her lips twitch at your words and she gives you a tight hug. 

“Please let me know when she is okay but after that… Please don't contact me. I'm going to need the space to get over you,” she says as she pulls away. 

“If that's what you want,” you reply. Daisy nods as she confirms it's what she wants. You walk away as she climbs into her car. You don't turn back because the thought of watching her leave is too painful. You don't want to experience the reality of it. Wanda is sitting on a park bench that is near the front doors of the hospital. “Hey you,” you greet as you get closer to her and try to hide the way you wipe your tears. “Didn't expect to see you out here,” she explains that what started as walking her brother out turned into her needing some fresh air as well. “Mind if I join you?” She nods as she scooches over to give you more space. 

“Everything okay with the girlfriend?” Wanda asks, sensing that whatever conversation that was had, wasn't a good one.

“Ex-girlfriend,” you correct, causing Wanda's eyebrows to shoot up and eyes to widen. “And everything is good with her. I think,” you look out into the parking lot and think about how scared she looked to be here. “I guess my reality finally spooked her and I don't have it in me to convince her to stay. It's not fair to tie her down to all of this,” you gesture to the hospital where your odd family lives. “Not when she has the option to leave.” 

Wanda nods in understanding. “Technically, even if she did marry you and have a kid with you, she'd always have the option to leave,” she states as she thinks back on this evening when Vision chose to take his other family on a vacation instead of staying even one night to watch her boys perform. She knew how important it was for Billy to have his father there. Tommy won't ever admit it but he was also excited to perform for his dad. “People aren't ever without options. We just make choices and learn to be okay with the consequences,” both you and Wanda turn to look at each other as she talks. “Whatever those may be.” 

You take in her words and nod slowly. “I never thought of it that way,” you admit. The two of you get quiet as you let the concept sink in.  “I heard Vision couldn't make it to the show,” you say conversationally. Wanda nods to confirm but doesn't elaborate on it further. She doesn't want to talk bad about her ex-husband anymore but he makes it so difficult. “Billy was really great on that stage. The kid is wicked talented,” you compliment and it makes Wanda smile. 

“Wanna know a secret?” She asks and you answer that you do. “He is named after William Shakespeare. I don't know how to explain it but ever since he was growing in me I had this image of him being wildly successful on stage and even on screen but mostly stage.” Wanda admits and it makes you smile a bit.

“That mother's intuition is strong with you,” you state and she shrugs. 

“I don't know how true that is,” she combs her hair with her fingers. “All I know is that you're the first person to see that potential in him. More than that, you’re the first person to get him to see it in himself.” You don't recall how you did such a thing and Wanda can sense your confusion. “When you complimented his dancing that one night, he took it to heart. I've seen that boy hurt himself time and time again to be more like his brother and get approval from his father but I think you got through to him.” She looks out to the parking lot. “I have never seen him happier and more free than I did tonight. Thank you for that.” She looks back to you and you give her a shrug this time. 

“I didn't realize I did anything so I won't take any credit for it,” you reply. “But thank you for telling me that.” You sigh as you look back into the building. “We should probably go back in there soon. There might be an update on Rachel.” 

Wanda agrees with a silent nod. “I could use a smoke right about now,” she admits and you scoff. 

“So could I,” you shake your head and look at the cigarette butts that litter the ground beneath the bench. “But I've been clean for forty-five days and I promised Jean that I'd stick with it this time. For Rachel.” 

“Glad to hear you're taking better care of yourself,” Wanda says. You ask if she's doing the same and she nods. “I never really had a bad habit of smoking, I've only ever done it occasionally. I don't think I've even opened the pack you gifted me,” she states as she stands up. “Okay, let's go back inside. We've been out here long enough.” 

“Alright,” you make a noise as you stand up and stretch. “Thank you for not asking if I'm okay,” you say with a small laugh. Wanda lets out a bigger one as she pats your back. The feeling of her hand on your back leaves a warm sensation.

“I didn't ask because I know you're not,” she says as the two of you walk into the building together. You find her statement as humorous as she does. The pair of you continue to talk as you walk back to the waiting area. Everyone looks at you when you return and you can tell that they notice the absence of Daisy but no one says a word about it. 

“Have you heard anything?” You ask Jean and she shakes her head. You nod and find a seat to get comfortable as the wait continues. As another hour passes with no update, everyone starts to get a little uneasy about what could be going on with the surgery. It didn't seem right to be waiting so long for another update. 

Your dad is the first one to start asking the nurses at the front desk for anything but he is told that if there's something to be told, someone will come out. Next it's your mom who believes she can be more persuasive. But she comes back with the same response. Her husband, Derek, who comes from money, thinks he can bribe one of the nurses to get more information but none of them take it and send him back to his seat with a threat that he will be removed from the hospital if he tries again. 

Kate is the next person to try and get information but she doesn't let anyone know that. She excuses herself to the restroom but as she walks around, she isn't looking for the restroom. She finds a clean set of scrubs along with a mask and scrub cap. From there, she makes her way to the locker room and finds a badge from one of the interns. She then walks through the operation hall and tries to find out where her niece is. When she does, she washes her hands before slipping in. She'll be damned if she compromises Rachel's health. Kate avoids looking at the table, unable to see her niece in that state of vulnerability, and instead searches for answers of the girl's condition. 

There are nurses and interns in the room that she notices are pretty chatty so she makes her way around the room listening closely and charming those that notice her presence. When she is able to get someone to talk about the patient on the table she tries to record it all in a notepad that she found when she was doing her snooping. She jotted all of the information down as if she was going to use it for studying later. But just as she thought she was going to excuse herself for the bathroom to leave, the intern she was chatting with asks if Kate will stay so that she can get a bathroom break. “I, well, um, I don't see why not,” she stumbles. The intern thanks her and walks out. She checks her smartwatch as seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. 

“Somewhere better to be?” The doctor says as he looks up from the table.

Everyone looks at Kate and she plays it off as though she doesn't know who he was talking to. “Me? No, no, I had sushi for lunch. From the gas station around the corner.” Everyone makes a noise as if each person in the room has had this made up experience. “Yeah, I probably should have listened to the warnings.” Kate holds her stomach and shifts uncomfortably. 

The doctor nods, “You're excused. Hopefully you don't make that mistake twice.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Kate says as she rushes to the exit to really sell it. She does stop at a bathroom to take a moment for herself before she has to sneak her way back out to her family. She looks over her notes again and again but hardly understands a word of it. So she calls Yelena to help her. Yelena isn't a medical student but she is the smartest person that Kate knows. The dial tone only goes twice before her friend answers. “I need your help,” she says before she explains her reasoning for the call. 

Together the two young women decipher the information that Kate was able to acquire. “You're a lifesaver, Yelena! I-” she stops herself from telling her friend that she loves her. She used to say it easily but since her feelings have developed further, it's become awkward. Especially after Kate tried to kiss Yelena. Her friend was sweet about it, and she said that if there was a person that she'd want that kind of life with it would be Kate. But as it is, she is asexual and aromantic. It's not something she can’t change about herself, it's just how she is. “I really appreciate the help. Thank you,” she says instead, then she bids her friend a happy holiday. She rushes out of the bathroom to get to the janitor's closet where she left her clothes. 

I can't believe I pulled that off, Kate thinks to herself as she straightens out her clothes. Without checking if the coast is clear, she steps out and bumps into a nurse. “That's not the bathroom!” Kate says to cover. The woman doesn't buy it and opens the door to find the scrubs in a pile on the floor. “Huh, I guess sex between the hospital staff isn't just for Grey's Anatomy,” Kate says as she looks at the scrubs as if for the first time. She smiles as the nurse makes a disbelieving facial expression at her. 

You are having a conversation with your stepdad about how he likes being in New York City when there is a lot of commotion coming from the halls. It's not until you and your mom and stepdad recognize Kate's voice that the three of you walk out of the area to see what's going on. She is being dragged out by two security guards as she swears that she only got lost looking for the bathroom. “I'll handle this,” Eleanor says as she follows the guards out of the hospital as they carry her daughter. 

You shake your head with a laugh as you walk back to your seat. Wanda asks what happened and you shrug and say that Kate must've done something illegal because she just got kicked out. “Are you serious?” Jean asks as she sits up from previously leaning on Anna’s shoulder. Derek confirms it and because the two of you are known for making up stuff at Jean's expense, she doesn't believe either of you until Eleanor returns to grab her things talking about how she has to take Kate home because they won't let the girl back into the hospital. Everyone has a laugh because they don't quite understand what has transpired in order to get Kate banned from the hospital for the foreseeable future. 

Eleanor leaves and it makes some of you laugh harder. It's clear that the stress of the situation has gotten to their heads but it's nice to have the moment that isn't overwhelmed by worry and fear. 

The moment is cut short, however, when the doctor clears his throat and addresses the room requesting the parents of Rachel Y/l/n-Grey.

Chapter 13

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

It’s Me

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, slight Castiel

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: after an incident with a school bully, you’re hospitalized and end up with amnesia

It wasn’t that bad. You could handle it. You’d be gone in a few weeks anyway.

This was the mantra you repeated to yourself every morning as you stepped out of the Impala, waved goodbye to Dean, and entered the school.

You had to repeat it to yourself, because otherwise you’d give in and tell your big brothers everything, and let them take care of it.

You told yourself over and over that you wouldn’t do that this time; you shouldn’t need them to save you every time something went wrong. Besides, it was just a bunch of high school bullies. What was the worst they could do?

You were about to find out the answer to that question the hard way.

…

“I told you to hand it over!”

You looked around for a teacher, or any sort of help, but there was no one.

Three upper classmen had you cornered, and you knew you couldn’t take them all. But you’d also been raised by John, Dean, and Sam Winchester, so when the biggest one demanded that you hand over every dollar you had—which wasn’t that much to begin with—you couldn’t help but jut out your jaw and stare defiantly up at him.

“You deaf?” You cringed as he shoved you and the back of your head slammed against the locker.

“I heard you,” you shoved his hands away from you.

“And?” He stood there expectantly, proudly. You glared at him. He really thought he’d won this? You didn’t break so easily.

“And screw you.”

Not exactly the cleverest comeback, but anything to portray your contempt to this animal would do. It did the trick. Perhaps too well.

“What’d you say to me?”

That angry growl was the last thing you heard before you were slammed backwards into the lockers, and everything went dark.

…

“She’s waking up!”

A deep voice thrummed in your ears as you blinked your eyes open, the bright lights making you squint.

“Hey sweetie,” you looked up to see a blond man staring down at you, his green eyes scanning your face.

“Hi…” you glanced around the small room and saw another man, tall with brown hair, staring at you too. “Are you a doctor?” The men didn’t look like doctors, but you couldn’t think of another reason for them to be here.

“What?” The dark-haired man stepped closer to your bed, a frown contorting his features. “Y/N it’s us.”

“Yeah baby, it’s Dean,” the blond man insisted, and you stared at them blankly.

Y/N? Dean? The names floated around the edges of your brain, and you tried to grab hold of them. You knew those names, yet you didn’t.

“I don’t understand,” you finally admitted. “I-I mean…I don’t recognize you.”

The boys shared a meaningful glance, and the blond one—Dean—left, stopping outside your door to talk to a doctor.

“Honey, it’s…it’s Sam,” the dark haired man looked down at you. “You don’t recognize me?”

You shook your head slowly.

“Who are you?”

“I-“ Sam opened his mouth, closed it, swallowed, then spoke. “I-I’m your big brother.”

“What about-“ you gestured to Dean.

“Yeah, him too,” Sam was staring at you incredulously. “You really don’t-“

“Hello,” the doctor stepped into the room, followed by Dean. “I’ve heard we have a bit of a problem in here.”

“I don’t remember,” your voice came out small. Everything felt so overwhelming; the bright lights, the heart monitor beeping, the two men—strangers—who seemed to know you.

“What don’t you remember?” The doctor asked gently. You thought about it.

“Anything.”

…

The doctor discharged you that night, since physically you were recovered, even if you still didn’t remember anything. He’d said that once the trauma wore off a bit, and your head recovered with some more rest, the memories should begin to resurface.

The boys weren’t so sure, and needless to say that terrified them.

“This is ours,” Sam gestured to the Impala when he noticed you glancing around the parking lot helplessly.

You nodded wordlessly and slid into the backseat while the boys got in the front.

After a minute, Dean spoke, directing his words to Sam.

“We should try for Cas. He can help her.”

“Um, Dean, maybe we should wait,” Sam glanced back nervously at you, and you frowned.

“Who’s Cas?”

“Our angel friend, he’s gonna help you remember.” Sam’s head jerked in Dean’s direction.

“Dean!”

“Your…I don’t understand.”

“Hey Cas!” Dean suddenly called out. “We need some help down here, it’s Y/N.”

Silence.

“What was supposed to happen?” You asked hesitantly. Was this guy insane?

“You’ll see when he decides to come,” Dean promised.

“Dean-“

“Ah, here we are,” Dean cut off Sam as he pulled the Impala into a motel parking lot.

“Where are we?” You directed your question to Sam as Dean stepped out of the car.

“A motel,” he answered awkwardly.

“Don’t we have a house?”

“Nope,” was Dean’s response as he opened your door, gesturing for you to get out.

“Why?”

“It’s a long story,” Sam jumped in. “I’m sure you want to get some rest.”

“Is it my night?” Dean asked, referring to the arrangement the brothers had of switching who had to share a bed with you.

“I’m taking the couch,” Sam announced. “She can have the bed.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Can you fit on that thing?”

“Um…what’s this?” You asked as you lifted the gun that you’d seen sticking out from under your pillow.

“It’s yours,” Dean told you. “You keep it there for protection. Even though I’ve told you a million times that I’ve got one so you don’t need one,” he added this last part under his breath, but you still heard it.

“P-protection from what?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Dean, can I talk to you alone?” Sam jumped in, not waiting for a response as he dragged Dean outside.

“What?” Dean asked.

“What? Are you insane?” Sam hissed.

“What are you talking about? The doctor said to treat her as we normally would, and that’s what I’m doing.”

“You’re terrifying her is what you’re doing! Dean she’s just a kid.”

“A kid? Dude, it’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, Y/N without any memories of monsters, or the family business, or-or why there’s a freaking gun under her pillow!”

“Look, she’s going to remember sooner or later, and then she’ll understand all of this, I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that she’s not herself right now, and we have no clue when she’s getting her memories back,” Sam insisted. “So we can’t just pretend like nothing is wrong! You can’t start talking to Cas, or any of the other things that are going to make her thing we’re insane.”

“She’s going to remember,” Dean’s voice had gone quieter, but no less resolved.

“Of course she is,” Sam amended, realization hitting him. “I’m not saying she won’t. But we need to be patient with her; if we scare her off, it’s going to be harder to get her to trust us. It’s going to be a million times harder for her to remember if she’s not comfortable around us.”

“I just don’t know what else to do,” Dean admitted. “I don’t know how to talk her her. I mean, it’s her, but it’s not her. I can’t talk to her like she’s some stranger.”

“You don’t have to,” Sam promised. “Just…just try to leave out the monsters. And the angels while you’re at it.”

“I’ll try,” Dean agreed reluctantly. “But Cas better come through soon, because we can’t keep this from her for long.”

“You called?”

Both boys’ heads swung in the direction of the angel’s voice.

“Hello Sam and Dean,” Castiel greeted. “I heard you needed help.”

…

Sam was surprised when he opened the motel door to see you in the midst of walking out. You were going so fast that you slammed into him, and he brought up his hands to steady you.

“Whoa, hey, where you going?” He asked, frowning when he noticed your eyes darting wildly around with panic. “Are you ok?”

Sam noticed Dean looking over your shoulder, and he did the same, inwardly groaning when he noticed the cause of your distress. You’d opened one of their duffels, and their array of weapons was splayed out on one of the beds.

“Hey,” Sam spoke softly, trying to bring down your terror. “I-I know that that looks freaky, but we-“

“This is insane!” You pulled out of his reach and attempted to run, but Dean grabbed you around the waist and lifted you off the ground, carrying you back into the motel room.

“Cas, get in here,” he demanded, and Cas obeyed, looking more than a little confused.

“What’s going on?” He questioned. “I thought you said she needed help.”

“She hit her head,” Sam explained, “She doesn’t remember anything.”

“No wonder she’s terrified,” Castiel said. “You’re frightening to people who don’t know you.”

“Thanks Cas,” Dean said sarcastically.

“Let go!” You made your presence known by kicking Dean hard in the leg, and he grunted but kept his hold on you.

“Alright, take it easy!” He held you at arms length, your back to the wall. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

“What’s going on?” You demanded. “Are you guys even my brothers?”

Dean’s body went rigid. He stared down at you, trying to push away the ache in his heart.

“Of course we are,” his voice had gone quiet, and desperation tinged his tone. “Of course we’re your brothers. Baby it’s Dean, you can trust me.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Cas,” Dean’s voice quavered, and he swallowed hard. “Cas, do it.”

“Who is that?” Your panic returned when Cas advanced on you, and you started to struggle in Dean’s arms. “Who is he? What is-what is he doing?”

“Just be still,” Dean said.

“Let me go! Cut it out!” Cas didn’t even flinch when you launched a kick at his shin.

“Baby we’re trying to help you, please just trust me.”

“I can’t trust you!” You yelled in response to Dean’s plea. “I don’t even know you!”

“Yes you do,” Dean’s green eyes overtook the whole of your vision when he leaned closer to you. “Somewhere in there, you know who we are. It’s me, it’s Dean. I know you’re scared, ok? I know you don’t understand. But just look at me, ok? It’s me, you can trust me.”

And you did. Impossibly, inexplicably, you looked into those dark green eyes and felt only safety, only comfort, even when he was currently holding you against a wall while a strange man in a trench coat approached you with his hand outstretched.

You didn’t fight it, allowing the man to place to fingers on your head, all the while keeping your gaze completely on those eyes.

The eyes of your big brother.

A soft glow came from the man’s fingers, and suddenly it felt as though a filter was being removed from your eyes.

You blinked. Those green eyes were still right there, but you saw them a little differently now.

“Dean?” You whispered.

A relieved smile broke out on his face.

“Hey baby.”

“Dean!” He staggered back a half-step when you threw yourself into his arms. Sam’s soft laughter could be heard behind him, and you pulled away from Dean to hug your other brother.

“It’s good to have you back,” he said, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“And you remember everything?” Cas asked, wanting to be sure it worked completely.

You grinned, “Everything.” As soon as you pulled away from Sam, Dean pulled you in for another embrace and you laughed. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Shut up,” he said.

But he didn’t let go.

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[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend Part 10

✦- Author's Note:This is a flashback of Alastor's life just bits and pieces everything is not canon this is just head canons, I have and a little bit of information from Alastor's wikis from his life from when he was alive so we the readers are reading the files with Mammon. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✦- Word Count: 3992

✦- Warning Story Contains: Murdering, Gun usage, blood, death of Alastor, and death of the reader.

✦- Story Parts: Part One , Part Two , Part Three , Part Four, Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight , & Part Nine

Colorful drawings were displaced on the wall, posters that screamed learned, and some classroom rules. The woman sat there in the chair as she looked around. She looked towards the window and smiled seeing her son around on the playground with his best friend (Name) as her best friend watched her child and Alastor. Her attention was turned away when the door opened as the teacher stepped in. “ Sorry, I had to heat up my coffee before we talk about Alastor. “ The teacher said, walking towards his desk and sat down. “ It’s fine, Alastor seems to be out there having fun with (Name). “ The woman said, smiling. “ Ah, yes Alastor and (Name) are close; they even sit together in class. Whenever the other isn’t in class that day, they would move away from the other students even play by themselves at recess. Now Mrs. Hartfelt, Alastor is a bright kid, top of the class actually he’s reading books at a level that a child doesn’t really read at. His homework is always neat and even sometimes adds on extra things to questions. Whenever he’s called on to answer a question he has the answer. “ The teacher said, opening the folder and showing Alastor’s work. Mrs. Hartfelt took the papers in her hand and looked at them smiling. “ My son has always been a bright man, I always give him a book or a record for his birthday. He loves music, he’s even a good dancer when I take him to birthday parties. He always knows how to entertain others. “ Mrs. Hartfelt set down the papers. “ But you said, this is important? “ Mrs. Hartfelt sat up. The teacher took a sip of his coffee and looked towards the window seeing Alastor pushing (Name) on the swing set. “ Yes, you see me and Alastor’s other teachers think that your son would benefit if we placed him in advanced class, sure some of the kids won’t be his age but he’ll skip a lot of grades and even have a lot of paths open up to him, possibly even have an amazing job in the future! “ The teacher said, smiling.

But then he frowned. “ But when we talked to Alastor about it, he said can (Name) come along, we told him no and when he asked why. We told him that (Name) isn’t on the same level of learning as him. I can’t go into detail on (Name’s) learning skills. I’ll have to discuss that with (Name)’s mother when she steps in. But Alastor refuses to go into the advanced classes. “ The teacher said. “ Then he won’t go. “ Mrs. Hartfelt said, smiling. “ What? “ The teacher set down his mug. “ He won’t go, if he doesn’t want to go then he doesn’t have to, I won’t force my son out of his comfort zone, and like you said. Him and (Name) are best friends. “ Mrs. Hartfelt stood up, grabbing her purse. The teacher stood up. “ But Mrs.Hartfelt surely some higher education is more important than some friendship, friendships usually don’t last this long, those two could eventually stop being friends, an education is more important than some silly childhood friendship! “ The teacher said, standing in from of Mrs. Hartfelt.

“ This is the happiest Alastor has been since me and his father went our separate ways. Ever since (Name) and their mother moved in next door. I never saw Alastor so happy to get out of bed and be more vocal. You said, Alastor is a smart child. I’m sure he’ll have no trouble getting a job when he reaches adulthood, besides he already told me he wants to be on the radio. I'm buying him one for his birthday next week. I appreciate what you and the other teachers are trying to do for my son, but he will be alright. “ Mrs. Hartfelt pushed past the teacher and left the classroom. The teacher stood there and turned towards the window, seeing Mrs. Hartfelt walked up to Alastor, (Name), and Angela. Mrs.Hartfelt leaned down and hugged Alastor, rubbing his back. Alastor looked towards the window staring at the teacher. Something about that stare sent chills down the teacher’s back. He turned away and shook his head. Maybe Alastor would make something of himself without needing a higher education.

(Name) sat by the lake staring at the water, sweating dripping off of them. “ Sorry, I’m late. My mother wanted me to help her fix the busted radio so that she could be out in the garden listening to music and tending to her flowers. “ Alastor said. “ It’s fine, are you ready to go in? “ (Name) stood up smiling, as they removed their clothes and jumped into the water. Alastor took his time removing his attire and gently set his glasses down somewhere so that they wouldn't break or get scratched up. He jumped into the water with (Name) as the two began swimming around. The cool water felt since on this hot summer day. They even planned to get ice cream after this. “ Graduation is right around the corner. “ (Name) said, looking up at the blue sky. “ After graduation I was promised by this radio company that I could work there as an intern. They said if I do a good job that soon I could do the weather and once I work my way up from there, I can talk about the news and play sweet tunes. “ Alastor said, grinning. “ What about you (Name), what will you be doing after graduation? “ Alastor said. “ Well, mom's business is getting better and better. So I promised her that I would help by singing and telling jokes. I was already doing some singing there and few customers liked it… but… “ (Name) trailed off and looked away hugging themselves. Alastor looked at them. “ But what, is something the matter dear? “ Alastor looked into (Name’s) eyes. “ I don’t like how some of the customers look at me, like they are undressing me with their eyes. I an accident with one person who saw me leaving to go into my car and they were talking about wanting to duet with me and then asking personal questions about my love life, I guess they saw me trying to get into my car cause my discomfort because they grabbed my wrist and wouldn’t let go until pushed them and got in quickly, They banged on my window and I drove off I was startled that I didn’t eat dinner. Now I have to deal with this. “ (Name) pulled their arm from the water and showed their bruised wrist.

Alastor’s eyes darken as he gently grabbed (Name’s) and examined the bruise. “ How did this creep look? “ Alastor kept looking at (Name’s) wrist. He listened to (Name’s) describe the person. Once they were done Alastor smiled. “ Well let’s hope that creep doesn’t bother you anymore, now let’s swim and then go get some ice cream because I’m buying. “ Alastor splashed (Name) as (Name) screamed and splashed Alastor back. Once the two stopped swimming, they sat down and dried off by laying on the rocks, the hot sun wasn’t as bad as earlier. “ You know I never seen you date or get all giddy around someone, Alastor. “ (Name) said, enjoying the warmth of the sun. “ I’m not sure, I don’t really like people that way. I feel like I’ll be fine without romance, my grandma thought you and I were dating but I told her that you are just a friend. “ Alastor chuckled. “ I know that I’ll be fine without romance even sex doesn’t pique my interest. It’s just something I’m not interested in or see the point of. “ Alastor chuckled. “ What about you? “ Alastor said, looking towards (Name). “ I do want to get married one day, but I haven’t found the right person. I don’t think the person I’m looking for is even on earth. “ (Name) said. “ Are you looking for an alien? Because that would be a nice match for how weird you are. “ Alastor laughed. “ Hey! You’re weird too! “ (Name) playfully shoved him. “ But maybe one day, I’ll get married. “ (Name) smiled. “ If you do then they better treat you right or else I’ll have to step in. “ Alastor said, he stood up and offered his hand to (Name). “ Now let’s go get dressed and get some ice cream, probably a burger from that new diner. “ Alastor said. (Name) smiled and took Alastor’s hand the two teens got dressed and walked away holding hands while laughing and joking with each other.

Alastor stood there looking through the records as the fireplace crackled. “ You have such terrible taste in music… “ He muttered underneath his breath. “But I’ll take this one… “ He clicked his tongue and pulled out the record. He turned and looked down at the dead body. “ I told you to keep your dog out of my yard and you decided, still let that mutt do his business all over it… “ Alastor pulled his ax from the body. “ And he was surely a bad guard dog too so it was easy to swing at him first. “ Alastor grinned widely. “ Now I would love to stay and chat more but I promised my spouse that I would pick them up from work. Alastor stepped over the body and walked towards the back door, he gave it one last look. “ I can’t wait to review your death tomorrow… “ Alastor walked away. He was careful to leave the home as it was raining. He got into the car and had his ax wrapped up in the back seat. He drove back home and got out of the car. Stepping inside he was met with a wonderful smell. “ (Name)? Something smells good. “ Alastor looked and saw (Name) standing in the doorway. “ I just finished making dinner. “ (Name) walked over and looked up Alastor. They licked their thumb and wiped the blood from Alastor’s cheek. “ What’s for dinner? “ Alastor took off his glasses and followed (Name) into the kitchen. “ Mrs. Anderson, you left the note at the Anderson house right? “ (Name) turned around and asked. “ Yes, I also took this from their home, we can dance to it after dinner. “ Alastor reached into his bag and pulled out the record. “ Ohh, I can’t wait to dance with you, let’s go eat. “ (Name) stepped towards the dining room. “ Now we don’t have to worry about the Anderson’s and their dog ruining our lawn. “ Alastor rolled his eyes. “ We gave them a chance but I guess things had to be done the hard way. “ (Name) said, cutting into their steak and eating it.

Alastor smirked and took a bite of the steak. “ Mrs. Anderson tastes delicious, you are getting better at making people taste delicious and getting rid of evidence with me. “ Alastor ate more of the steak. “ I learned from the best. “ (Name) sipped their wine. “ I planned to teach you more but let’s just eat and then dance. “ Alastor looked back down at his food and ate. After a while when dinner was finished. (Name) stood in front of Alastor. “ Now this record is kinda fast so I hope you can keep up with me. “ Alastor chuckled and turned around. Setting up the record. The music began to play in the air, Alastor turned around and offered his hand. “ May, I have this dance. “ Alastor smiled widely. “ You may. “ (Name) softly said, with a sweet smile on their lips. The two of them danced, enjoying the sweet moment they were making. “ I like to believe that we have the best friendship in history, a friendship dressed up like a marriage. Listen I didn’t just marry you to cover up my murders or to disguise myself as a loving husband. But because this feels nice, I got to marry my best friend who makes me happy, the person who never judged my weird behavior from childhood, and stayed by myself from the good to the bad, thank you for that (Name). “ Alastor said, pulling them close and looking into their eyes. “ Of course, until death do us part. “ (Name) continued to dance with Alastor. “ Who knows, maybe death won’t do us apart, maybe we will meet in another life. “ Alastor said. He stopped dancing. “ We should get ready for bed, we both have work tomorrow. “ Alastor, he walked over and stopped the record player. “ Can’t wait to pick up our radio from the shop. “ Alastor burned out the fireplace as (Name) turned off the lights in the kitchen. “ Me too, I missed laying on the couch, bundled up in a blanket with a cup of tea and with a nice book. “ (Name) sighed happily. “ I still need to finish the book that you got me. “ (Name) turned towards Alastor. “ Remember that I’m using it first. I have some victims I need to cut up before giving the pieces to your mother for her shop. She is making a special sandwich next week since the cold summer is coming. “ Alastor took off his shoes. “ Speaking of my mother, she wants to come stay with us for a while. “ (Name) said. “ Of course, that would be fine. “ Alastor stared up at the picture of his mother above the fireplace and sighed. (Name) walked over and began massaging Alastor’s shoulders. “ I know you miss her, I miss her too. She was a wonderful woman and always sacrificed a lot to take care of you. I’m sure she would be proud of how far you have come. “ (Name) laid their head on Alastor’s back.

“ Thank you, (Name)... “ Alastor had a sorrowful smile. “ I’m going to head on up to bed, I’ll make us breakfast in the morning. “ Alastor placed a kiss on (Name’s) forehead and walked away upstairs to his bedroom. He stepped into his bedroom and switched on the lights. He took off his bowtie and set it aside along with his glasses. He snatched up his pajamas from the closet and took a shower, sweet humming from the bathroom. After his shower, he stepped out and dried off, slipping into his pajamas. He brushed his teeth and heard the door close from down the hall; probably (Name) getting ready for bed. If people found the perfect married couple with the most beautiful garden slept in separate bedrooms. People would find it strange but good thing no one would know the truth about this marriage. Alastor got into bed and picked up his book. He enjoyed reading about voodoo and the history of it. He laid back against his pillow, adjusting it a bit as he continued to read.

He eventually grew tired after a couple of minutes of reading. He placed his bookmark on the page and closed the book, setting it down on his nightstand. He reached over and turned off the lamp; he turned over on his side. “ Goodnight Alastor! “ (Name) yelled from down the hall before the lights in the hallway went off. Alastor smiled and mumbled softly. “ Goodnight dearest. “ Alastor said, before falling asleep.

Summer had come around and Alastor was ready for hunting season, it was the perfect time for accidents to happen~ Alastor stared at the bags in the car and turned back towards (Name). “ I’ll be back in a few days. I promise that I’ll be safe. “ Alastor said. “ You have the first aid kit right? “ (Name) said while fixing Alastor’s bowtie. “ Dearest for the fifth time. Yes I have the first aid kit and yes I have plenty of food and water, also yes I have the map of the forest. Now I have to go. It's a long drive. “ Alastor smiled. “ When I return we can celebrate. “ Alastor got into the car and pulled out of the driveway. (Name) smiled and stood there waving goodbye then walked inside. Alastor couldn’t wait for this hunting trip, he had so much planned and once it was over he could go home to see (Name). Alastor drove down the road, he already knew how he would kill half these hunters. Many things could be said about their deaths, some could even go missing. Wild animal attacks, accidentally shooting yourself, or falling off the cliffs. Alastor was giddy with joy of all the ideas that were filling his mind. After a couple of hours of driving he arrived at the camping site and picked an area to set up in. He pitched his tent and made sure everything was organized. “ Hey there camper! “ A voice called out. Alastor looked over and saw a medium sized man with red hair and a scruffy beard. He seemed jolly as he held his hunting rifle. “ Hello. “ Alastor greeted him with a grin but that grin faded when Alastor heard a bark and looked down to see two bloodhounds. The man followed Alastor’s look. “ Oh! Don’t worry Bitsy and Bitty are harmless unless you're an animal I’m hunting. “ The man boomed with laughter. “ The name is Thomas. “ Thomas offered his hand. “ … Alastor. “ Alastor shook the man’s hand.

“ Is this your first time hunting Alastor? “ Thomas asked as the dogs sniffed Alastor. Alastor did his best not to express his discomfort. “ Yes, but I’m an expert. “ Alastor said, smiling. “ Well then maybe we could hunt together. I moved out here recently and my wife thinks it’s a good idea if I make some hunting buddies, so I’m out here hunting for a week before I head back home. “ Thomas said. “ So what do you say Alastor, how about we hunt tomorrow? I’m sure you’re tired from the drive up here and having to set everything up, I must say you are kinda scrawny for a hunter but I’m sure you know how to use a gun. “ Thomas said, playfully punching Alastor in the arm while laughing. Alastor mustard up a fake laughter. “ Yes, hunting tomorrow sounds fine… “ Alastor said. “ Great! Here is where I’m camping.” Thomas showed Alastor on the map where he would be set up at. “ Bitsy and Bitty let’s go girls! “ Thomas yelled for his dogs. Who followed Thomas he walked off, once he was out of sight, Alastor’s smile dropped. “ He goes first… “ Alastor just had to do something about the dogs. Not only did Alastor have a plan for the hunters he wanted to kill but their dogs too. Alastor walked back to the car and pulled out a bag of wrapped meat. Alastor would strike tonight and could wash up in the lake. Alastor sat in his tent reviewing his plan on Thomas. When night had finally hit Alastor was ready, he looked at the time it was 10:00 pm. Thomas and anyone else in the area should be asleep. Alastor got ready and headed out.

He remembered where Thomas said he would be. Alastor looked over and saw the two dogs asleep. He pulled out the meat from the bag and threw it. The Bitsy and Bitty sniffed the air and went to go find the meat. Alastor chuckled and walked over. He quietly unzipped the tent that caused Thomas to wake up, his vision adjusting as the moonlight poured down on him and Alastor. The moonlight created a glistening reflection of the sharpened edges. “ A-Alastor, what are you doing?! “ Thomas tried to back away. “ Hunting! I couldn’t wait until tomorrow~ “ Alastor held the ax with a tight grip. Thomas screamed for help. “ Smile~ “ Alastor said, in a chilling voice. Before he could end Thomas' life. Alastor screamed and dropped the ax. He looked down seeing Bitsy had bit his leg. He backed away and tried shaking the dog off. The other dog Bitty jumped on him and bit down on his shoulder. Alastor continued to scream as the dogs attacked him and tore at his clothes. Alastor did his best to fight away the dogs. His hands, parts of his body covered in bloody bites. He was so busy trying to fight off the dogs, that he didn’t notice Thomas grabbing the hunting rifle. Alastor grabbed a broken stick and stabbed one of the Bitsy in the eye and Bitty in the neck. The two yelped and backed away.sat up and Alastor. Quickly. He heard a click and he snapped up but before he could realize what happened. BOOM! Alastor’s life flashed before his eyes. He sees his childhood, teenage years, adulthood, and (Name). The memories flooded in like a movie. He had no regrets. Alastor’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Thomas held the rifle breathing heavily, he didn’t know what to say but it was over now.

(Name) placed some flowers and looked down at the grave. “ Alastor… “ (Name) didn’t want to cry, they couldn’t. They had already cried for days. They wished that he hadn’t gone on that hunting trip and maybe they would still be alive. (Name) felt a hand on their shoulder and looked over at their mother, the rain pouring down on them both. “ Come on honey, let’s go home. He wouldn’t want you to be out in the rain like this. “ Angela said. (Name) looked back down at Alastor’s grave before looking at their mother and nodding their head. They followed their mother back to the car. (Name) was dropped back off at home and waved goodbye. They walked inside and closed the door, sighing, hanging up their coat. “ Time to make Alastor’s birthday dinner… “ (Name) walked into the kitchen and grabbed on the ingredients they needed. They stood there chopping up vegetables as the radio played some music. A small crash made (Name) jump. They set down the knife and walked into the living room. Seeing that a picture fell off the wall. (Name) sighed and was careful picking up the picture. They looked at it. A picture of Alastor on their wedding day. (Name) set the picture down and cleaned up the glass. They walked back into the kitchen and noticed the knife was gone. (Name) tilted their head. They knew that they set the knife down right on top of the counter. (Name) turned around but was met with a sharp pain. They gasped and stared at the face of a crazed person. “ Now I can finally have you, now that he's gone… “ The person said. (Name) looked down trembling seeing the knife stuck in them. “ But I can’t have you struggling or trying to escape like last time, so I promise to take care of your body! “ The stalker said. (Name) pulled themself off the knife and fell back onto the floor, holding their wound and scooting back. The person raised the knife. “ I’ll take good care of you~ “ The stalker said. Screaming could be heard from the house, but by the time the police arrived it was too late. All they found was blood all over the floor. Angela cried as she yelled at one of the officer’s outside. “ You have to find my child! Please! “ Angela sobbed. The police never found (Name) so they were assumed dead. They were giving a grave stone next to Alastor, until death do us part.

Mammon had finished off a bottle of alcohol and looked at both files. He had finished reading them, his head spinning from what he had read. “ So the marriage was a cover up…” Mammon flipped through the files and reread some sections. “ (Name) was a bloody cannibal just like him! “ Mammon found that part a bit hot but also now he knew about both Alastor (Name). Mammon pushed the files aside. “ The idiot died from a hunting accident and my poor (Name) was murdered by a stalker… The police didn’t find their body. “ That part made Mammon a bit sad and disturbed. If that Stalker is in Hell, he would make them pay. Mammon stepped out of his office and looked at the maid who was watering the plants. “ Tell the driver to bring the limo out front, I’m going to go visit (Name). “ Mammon said. He was going to talk with them about this.

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[reallyromealone]

Can I request Aizawa A/B/O with his male omega mate? Like maybe Alpha Aizawa forgets something important at home so his darling mate brings it to him and UA goes crazy not knowing he had a mate? (If not I completely understand. Also if knowing my age is important for request I'm 20 turning 21 in a few months)

IMPORTANT PAPERS

Aizawa x Omega male reader

⭐Warnings⭐

Fluff, omegaverse, male reader

A/N:Age isn't important unless it's nsfw content then I would recommend looking at my rules for that lol

And you sure can my dude

Also I am very anti all might and no I don't accept criticism on my feelings

(Name) was a bit confused as he was directed to 1-A, the halls empty as students were in classes and such as he made his way to the classroom only to see a sign that said "at gym Gamma" on it in his mates messy handwriting causing (name) to sigh and continue his journey to find his mate and not get lost in the maze of a school.

When he made it to the gym he was hesitant to open the door but eventually cracked it open "I'm..I'm sorry to interrupt but is this 1-A?" (Name) asked hesitantly to the students who stood around all might who looked confused behind the large grin "yes can we help you?" All might boomed out, something that would startle (name) if he wasn't already used to his mates close friends "I'm looking for Aizawa... Is he here?"

All the young alpha and betas looked confused, this didn't look like a hero at all if anything he looked like a house husband not to mention the Omegan collar he wore as omegas weren't really in the hero industry and if they were they masqueraded as betas.

"And why would you need him?" All might asked the omega with a slightly raised eyebrow "oh! Well you see he forgot some papers and lunch... So I brought them for him! Do you know where he is?"

"Well whatever you have you can leave and can be given to him when he returns, you may leave"

"I'm sorry but I can't do that" all might wasn't expecting the Omega to just outwardly reject his words, holding the papers close "he told me anything should be given directly to him"

"Well I'm sure he would prefer these papers to be with a pro hero instead of some Omega"

And the room halted at that, the dismissive tone and blase attitude that made (name) stare down at him "if that's the attitude you will have I will go and find him"

"You can leave the papers"

"Absolutely not, he said they have to be given to him directly if he forgets anything"

"I understand but if those papers are so important they should be with a pro hero"

"Pro hero or not these aren't going with you and I'm sorry"

"Who even are you? How did you get into the school"

"He's my mate"

The room halted as Aizawa walked in annoyed but proud of his mate for standing his ground and knowing if things escalated his students would step in "mate?"

"Sho!" (Name) perked up and trotted to his alpha happily "you forgot those papers and your lunch" (name) said happily as he handed the items to his alpha as instructed "I knew I was forgetting something..." Aizawa said as he took the contents "did you have any troubles?"

"Not many, I did get a bit lost after getting Nedzus directions to your class but it wasn't too hard"

"That's good"

"Can someone explain what's going on?"

Aizawa sighed at the blond before looking at his class "this is my mate (name) yes he is an Omega and yes when the dorms are built he will be coming with me"

"Aizawa it's highly unprofessional to have your Omega walking around here! This is no place for them!"

Aizawa glared down the number one hero before spitting out venomously "refer to him as if he's second class and I swear to god"

All might for once knew to keep his mouth shut as the class swarmed he mates "what's your name?" "What's your quirk?!" "Are you really mates with our teacher?!" "Are you also a pro?!"

(Name) looked a little overwhelmed at the students swarming him but put on a smile none the less, he just challenged the 1 one hero, answering a few questions from pups is nothing!

"One at a time problem children" Aizawa said loudly to the students who quieted down, the teacher already knowing he's not gonna get out of this without them learning something about him.

"Well to answer your questions, my name is (name), my quirk is (quirk) and he's my mate yes and no I'm not a pro"

All might looked annoyed at the omegas presence but chose not to say anything as the students looked at the new person with awe "how did you two meet?" Mina asked starry eyed and before (name) could answer Aizawa shut it down "alright back to class!" He grumbled and led his mate out by the small of his back "they're so lovely" (name) said softly and Aizawa rolled his eyes "get home safe ok?" "I will sho" (name) said softly as they kissed gently, Aizawa watching his mate leave with a warm heart.

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[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 7

Hello! It was a bit of a rough morning for me with the hate I got earlier. Maybe I could have worded it nicer, but I'm tired of gatekeepers that think everything ever has to be canon inspired, but if you have a difference of opinion about what is canon then them you're delusional.

And then my son nearly fainted at his school singing program this afternoon. He got sent home yesterday due to being over emotional at school (couldn't stop crying), but we thought it was just a bad mental health day. Apparently not.

So it was a little hard wanting to post today, even though I have a backlog of 15 chapters across 5 stories because I was feeling overly emotional.

So I hope you enjoy a little bit of sexy times for our boys. I told you I'd bring Eddie back sooner, rather than later.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  

18+ Under the Cut

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Eddie was in his room trying to nail down the bridge on a song he was writing when he heard a small scratching noise at the front door. He set his guitar aside and listened closely.

There it was again.

He wasn’t expecting anyone today. He got up warily and was at the door in an instant. He looked through the peephole and huffed out a laugh.

He opened the door and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed.

“You barely left me last night and you’re already at my door step again?” he teased.

There was that wolfie laugh Eddie adored so much.

“Come on in before the twins next door think you’re a doggy to play with and chase you all over the trailer park.”

Steve laughed again and Eddie shook his head, moving to the side to let his boyfriend in.

Steve shifted back to human and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck loosely. “Hey baby.”

Eddie purred. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Even though he knew that Steve being naked wasn’t a sexual thing, it didn’t stop him from grabbing that beautiful bare ass anyway.

He dived into Steve’s lips kissing and licking his way into that perfect mouth.

Steve’s arms tightened around Eddie’s neck, grinding against the hard planes his body. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist and let him carry him into the bedroom.

He kicked the door closed and proceeded to have his wicked way with him.

Once they had come several times and had finally wore themselves out, Eddie rolled over on his back and huffed out a laugh.

“I know you didn’t just come over to fuck,” he said, throwing his arm over his eyes, “so what’s the real reason for the visit?”

Steve laughed. “You are very distracting, you know?”

Eddie grinned. “It’s that ass, baby. I just can’t get enough.”

“That’s fair,” Steve said. He rolled over on his side to look at him. “You know how it was Josh’s first day with the pack?”

Eddie immediately straightened up and looked down at Steve. “Yeah? How did that go?”

“He’s a good kid and I don’t think we’ll have any problem with him,” Steve hummed.

“But...” Eddie asked, tilting his head forward.

Steve sat up and wrapped one arm around his knees. “When you were growing up did you have any days where the teachers would talk about supernatural kind? But not like on days the supernatural kids would be there?”

Eddie sat up too and frowned. He thought hard. “You know, now that you mention it, there were days like that. It was straight up bullshit, so I never really paid attention...” His eyes went wide. “Shit you don’t think that’s why Jason and them went apeshit, do you? The shit they were learning about on moon days?”

Steve bit his lip. “I don’t know. It worries me that they’re getting anything like that at all.”

Eddie nodded. “I don’t know of anyone who’s not supernatural, not anymore.”

Steve lifted his head. “Yes you do. The drummer of your band, what was it called, Carrion Coffin or something?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Eddie gently corrected.

“That’s the one,” Steve said, snapping his fingers. “I know Jeff is a vampire like you and Brian is some other supernatural being...”

“Siren,” Eddie said, rubbing his chin. “I’ve always suspected Gareth might be a supe of some sort, but I could never confirm it.”

“But if he’s still going to school,” Steve said hopefully, “and not allowed to take moon days off due to whatever kind of supe he is, then he might be able to do some recon for us.”

Eddie nodded. “I have band practice tomorrow, I’ll ask. Maybe Brian remembers something, too.”

Steve sagged in relief. “Thanks sweetheart. I appreciate it. If the schools are indoctrinating kids against supes that might explain the rise in hunters over the last few decades.”

“Leading to whatever the hell it was that happened to you...” Eddie said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, because why a cross?” Steve said. “Crosses are vampire lore, not werewolf.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I’ll talk to Wayne about it when he gets home. Maybe he can get more out of Patrick and Jason tomorrow, too.”

“Thanks, Eds,” Steve murmured. “That’s weight off my mind.”

Eddie grinned. “Now where were we?”

Steve laughed and then tackled his boyfriend back to his bed. He straddled Eddie’s waist. “You are insatiable, you know that?”

Eddie snapped his jaws at Steve playfully. “You love it.”

Steve moved up enough so that Eddie’s cock caught on Steve’s taint, causing Eddie to gasp.

“Oh, so that how you want to play it, pretty boy,” he growled, slowly pushing Steve backwards onto his cock until Steve bottomed out.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve whined. “I love the way you fill me.”

Eddie lifted him up and then snapped him back down his cock. “I love the way you look when you’re stuffed with my dick, sweetheart. I love the whimpering mess you become when I fuck you so hard. But you’re on top this time, so show me what you’ve got.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

He started off slow, allowing the drag of Eddie’s cock to come almost all the way out before slamming back down onto his hips.

“Like that, Stevie,” Eddie said his voice husky with desire. “Just. Like. That.”

Steve nodded. He kept up the slow pace, grinding up and down, touching his throat, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, everywhere but his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie cooed. “You putting on a show for me?”

Steve nodded, biting down on his lip. He ran his fingers through his hair and then back down his body.

Eddie was about to explode from the sight alone. His last ounce of control snapped and he flipped them over.

Steve let out a gasp of surprise. “Too much for you, rockstar?”

“Not even close to being enough, sweet cheeks,” he growled and then starting railing him hard and fast.

Soon Steve was spilling on his belly as he watched Eddie chase his own release.

Moments later Eddie was stock still as he filled Steve, his eyelashes fluttered shut and his breath came out in a shuddering sigh.

They were drenched in sweat, Steve was covered in come, and they both panted for breath.

Eddie slipped out and flopped on the bed next to Steve. “Fuck, I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

Steve giggled. “Supernatural sex tends to be better because we have better stamina, strength, and flexibility then humans do.”

Eddie rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Despite what this town thinks I was no blushing virgin coming into this relationship, babe. I’ve been with human, siren, and werewolf–” Steve opened his mouth to ask but Eddie held up his hand, “no one you know, I promise. This is at a supernatural bar in Indy. But I have never had sex like when I’m with you. It makes all the noise in my head fade to the background.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad. And of course I’m completely gone on you, too, you know. I don’t it’s the type of supe you are that makes being with you so easy, the sex so good. It’s you.”

Eddie smiled dopeyly at Steve as he watched his boyfriend get up and head for the showers.

He cleaned up the bed and got dressed again. He was back working on the bridge he was working on before Steve came around, but this time with added clarity.

“Sounding good, Eds,” Steve said when he came back in.

Eddie grinned up at him. “Maybe I should have sex with you every time I’m stumped writing, I mean it about the clearing my head.”

Steve leaned down and gave him a kiss. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Eddie giggled. “Go on, pretty alpha boy. Your pack awaits.”

Steve laughed, skipping away lightly.

He opened the door and then transformed, leaping down the stairs. He tore down the road and Eddie just shook his head fondly as he shut the door behind his boyfriend.

*

Steve loved his wolf form. It was two-toned unlike most of his pack. The dark brown of his upper pelt and honey color of his muzzle, legs, and belly made him look more like an oversized friendly dog most of the time.

It made it easier to walk the streets of Hawkins without people batting an eye at him.

There were those that recognized him on sight, of course. But they never called him by his name, they always called out, “Sandy!”

Which always made him laugh.

“Hey, Sandy!” Mr Thacher called from his tire shop as Steve loped by.

Steve barked his hello and continued on way.

A little boy spotted him and Steve patiently sat still as he buried his face into Steve’s fur until his dad tugged on his hand to make him come with.

“Not now, Charlie,” his admonished. “You have a dentist appointment.”

Charlie sighed and allowed himself to be led away with a mournful, “Bye puppy.”

He finally got to the mayor’s office and grabbed the robe waiting by the door. He went into the bathroom and came out with the robe wrapped around his naked form.

Lucy, Major Roberts’s secretary, shook her head. “It’s damn shame that Mayor Roberts put that robe there for you.”

Steve laughed. “You just like looking at my ass.”

She pretended to be affronted. “Darling, it’s your thighs!”

Steve laughed again. “Is he able to see me right now?”

She nodded. “I’ll buzz you in.”

“Mr Harrington!” Mayor Roberts greeted, standing up to shake his hand. “What an unexpected pleasure, how can I be of service?”

Steve sat down and told him everything Josh had told him and his discussion with Eddie about the possibility of anti-supernatural rhetoric being taught in the schools.

Mayor Roberts nodded. “I was aware there was extra-curricular subjects being taught on moon days, as the teachers can’t teach their subject to only half their class. But I don’t think I ever thought about what was being taught.”

Steve nodded. “If we can find the source here in Hawkins maybe we can get it changed on a national level.”

“Thereby stopping the rise of hunters in the country,” Mayor Roberts agreed. “I’ll look into it. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

Steve nodded again. “Of course. Thank you for your time.”

They shook hands and Steve was slipping through the door as wolf, the robe carefully carried in his jaw.

Lucy laughed. “Sneak!” she teased.

Steve put the robe back on the hook and looked at her innocently.

Mayor Roberts laughed. “He got you good there, Lucy.”

She shook her head. “Yeah, yeah.”

And with that Steve slipped out of the mayor’s office and back out onto the street.

He shook himself off and the broke into a run. He had a lot to think about but first he had one more stop to make.

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[actual-changeling]

I know that Ellie eventually going to school is a pretty much universally accepted part of the world building, but I am itching to explore her trying to do so and simply being unable to do it.

The child abuse she went through at the hands of FEDRA was probably prolific and cruel, and her life was basically nothing but different kinds of "education" strung together, whether that's whatever they cobbled together for general education or the military training. Joel might know it was bad (cause it's fucking FEDRA), but the extend of her trauma is hard to gauge when you are not in a situation that triggers it.

Her academic trauma does not disappear outside of school, but unless Ellie is in a similar situation it simply won't be immediately obvious (speaking from experience). On top of that, David being a teacher does not help whatsoever.

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Joel and Ellie agree on a first day of school, but they want to check out the building beforehand, just so they're both a bit more at peace. Ellie is somewhat excited but also scared, and the closer they get to the building, the quieter she becomes, just hanging onto Joel's hand and squeezing it until her knuckles turn white. He pulls her close, notices she is nervous, but he doesn't press and gets them inside. One of the handful of teachers, a woman about Joel's age (they're aware enough to not have it be a man, Silver Lake is a known topic), meets them at the door and shows them around.

Small classrooms with surprisingly comfortable looking wooden chairs (Ellie sees the pillows on them and her mind short-circuits), some old sofas and couches, armchairs, spacious desks and all kinds of posters and materials. There's an art room and it is the only time Ellie's grip on Joel loosens a tiny bit, the array of brushes, paints, and instruments fascinates her, but that moment passes as quickly as it came.

With every step they take, the teacher's voice blurs with Joel's and turns into white noise, her vision grows fuzzy and grey, and she has to keep blinking with fluttering lashes to not sway on her feet when the dissociation gets worse. Absently, her mind keeps cataloguing the floor plan, windows, doors, all exists she can make our and imagine, but by the end of the tour, she cannot remember anything past leaving their house this morning. Something tugs on her hand, and she blinks up at Joel, his gaze loaded with a question she didn't hear, and maybe ten weeks ago she would have pretended she had; she doesn't know.

Ellie doesn't even know why she is reacting like this, there are no specific memories popping up, nothing to fight back, just her mind and body slipping into a protective armor of static like they're pulling her into the fizzling TV in their living room.

"Ellie?"

The teacher's voice snaps her back to a pounding heart and a breath stuck in her lungs, and when she looks down at their clasped hands her nails have left marks in Joel's skin. She lets go at once, holding onto her wrists with her arms behind her back, and she still didn't hear the question. Every cell in her body is telling her to leave, pulling her toward the nearest exit, but she doesn't. There are memories flickering across her vision now, a decade of unjust, painful punishments and her body being pushed to its breaking point, and she decides the answer to that question is more important than whatever they had asked her.

"What do you do? For, like, punishment?"

Her voice is steadier than she is on her feet, so she rocks gently back and force to stop herself from swaying. Joel's gaze burns hot on her cheeks, but she keeps her eyes on the teacher, whose eyebrows are raised so high they disappear beneath her fringe.

"Punishment? We don't- there's not reason to punish forgotten homework or the like here, Ellie, it's supposed to be both fun and educational."

Something about the tone in her voice unsettles her, but the answer isn't satisfying, and she needs to know, needs to know the rules so she can follow them, because the art room looks like it might actually be fun to be in and she is so tired of dark lonely spaces and marks on her back; imagining the disappointed look on Joel's face when her teachers tell him about it is the worst of it all, though.

"What are the rules? When are the drills and what's the consequences for breaking the rules? Is there-" is there a hole, she wants to ask, but her breathing is fast and shallow, periphery dotted with dancing black spots, and she doesn't want to give them any ideas they didn't already have. Joel's hand lands on her back, right between her shoulder blades, and the warm weight his comforting without being oppressive, her breaths slowing just a smidge.

The woman with a name Ellie forgot is taller than Joel with the shoes she is wearing, and she she squats down, the look on her foreign face looks like a a finished puzzle, the final piece having snapped into place. Her features are rounded, soft, a stark contrast to the borderline malnourished and hardened look of pretty much every person around the QZ including her teachers, a few light-brown and grey strands escaping from her ponytail, and Ellie can't help but think that she looks - nice, non-threatening. School isn't supposed to be non-threatening, but this whole building is dripping with it, and it scares her to death; getting this ripped away from her as punishment will hurt even more than escaping packed, concrete classrooms.

"You grew up in a FEDRA school, right?" she asks, voice almost tender, and Ellie can only stare and nod while Joel rubs circles into her back.

"I heard stories about what it was like before I came here, horrible experiences no one should have to go through, especially not a child."

She sounds so much like Joel the comfort laced into her words manages to penetrate the static and soothe some of the panic, her eyes a bright hazel shade, not blue, and she keeps her distance even though she could easily get into Ellie's personal space

"Even before the outbreak, school wasn't like that, and it is definitely not like that here. There is no punishments, Ellie, no real rules or structure outside of general lesson plans, no consequences for not turning in work or being late. This is meant to provide some stability and education, give you a places to hang out with people your age, have some more people to connect with. If you don't want to be here, no one will force you."

Ellie doesn't cry. She doesn't. A deep breath and some determined blinking pull back the tears from her waterline and her chest aches with a vengeance when she thinks about how different it would have been here for her and Riley, how much better. Riley would still be alive. For a few minutes, they're all silent, allowing her to gather the scattered pieces of herself and glue them back together, and when she does, a tiny bit of the fear in her bones has made space for tentative excitement.

"I like the art room," she says quietly, feeling younger than she ever has, and a wave of something washes over all of them. "Do I- can I-"

"You can use it whenever you like, even outside of school hours, as long as you don't leave too much of a mess and use it responsibly."

Liliya, her brain finally provides, straightens her back again, and the lack of a last name during her introduction is probably part of what through her off. Ellie looks up at Joel, a muscle in his jaw ticking with suppressed anger, not at her, at FEDRA, she knows him well enough to realize that, and decides her question about The Hole is both best saved for another time and hopefully not relevant at all.

"Okay," Ellie responds, pressing herself back against Joel and melting when his arm protectively wraps around her shoulders, "I'll give it a try."

Over the relief rushing through her hairs, she barely hears the details the adults next to her discuss, happy to bury her face in Joel's shirt without shame, and she manages to shake off the last wisps of static clinging to her. Maybe this will work out for her, maybe it won't, maybe all she will use are the art supplies, but when they are lead back to the entrance, more than ready to go home, Liliya gives her a smile, eyes crinkling. For the first time in her life, Ellie smiles back at a teacher simply because she wants to, and the hopeful excitement sprouting in her chest is enough to tell her that she will be right on time for her first class on Monday.

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[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 13: What Just Happened?**

I ran down the empty corridor, slowing only when I had reached Severus. “Professor Snape.” I panted and he stopped walking and glanced over his shoulder at me. “Could I have a word with you?” I asked as seriously as I could while trying to catch my breath.

Severus looked around the hallway, making sure there were no people in sight. “Do you not think you have said enough?” He was flat as he spoke and I couldn't blame him with how I acted earlier.

“I’m not asking as your…whatever. I am asking as your student assistant.” I whispered and he nodded in the direction of the spiral staircase leading down to the dungeons “After you.” I thanked him and made my way to his office door.

After he opened it, I stepped in and he followed. Swishing his wand to close the door at the same time as he took a seat at his desk.

“What is it that you would like to discuss, Miss Astrill?” I looked at him a bit confused by him using formalities while we were alone and I think he must have seen my demeanor change and he spoke up again. “Are we not having this meeting in the capacity of teacher/student?” I nodded and he gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

I took a seat and inhaled deeply, “Firstly, I want to apologize for my conduct this afternoon. I was frustrated and I know that is no excuse but I should not have spoken to you in that manner both as my professor and my…companion?.” His face showed no emotion so I decided to continue speaking. “While I was meeting with Professor McGonagall earlier, she said it might be possible for you to take my job as your assistant into account, and that may get you to reconsider your decision.” He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow.

“Are you quite finished?” He spoke firmly and my heart sunk, mentally preparing myself for him to tell me no…again.

I nodded and he huffed. “I spoke with Minerva at dinner. She has also asked me to reconsider my decision…She seems to think you are capable of the strenuous coursework. So I have decided to reconsider… If, and only if you make perfect marks on every test until the end of term…Will I allow you into my N.E.W.T class.” My heart skipped a beat and I smiled at him, we only had three tests left and I knew with my study habits, I would ace them with no problem.

I was more than happy with the fact that he was willing to let me into the class, but I had to just make sure that he wasn’t changing his mind because of the fact we are sleeping together. “Not that I am not incredibly grateful that you chose to reconsider, because of course, I am…But I can't help but to ask, this isn't because of us, is it?” I waved my hand between the two of us, “That decision would not cause any problem with us… at least on my part, even though I was angry earlier…It was more at you as my teacher than as my…you know.”

“Well, that's a relief.” I sighed and leaned back in the chair. “Could we stop speaking so professionally now?” I asked and he smiled for the first time.

He scoffed “No, that decision had nothing to do with our relationship. Minerva convinced me to reconsider, it had nothing to do with this conversation in the slightest. I had already made my decision before you insisted on this ‘meeting’.”

Severus stood from his chair and walked around his desk, stopping when he was standing in front of me. He held out his hand and when I took it, he pulled me from my chair and held me close to him. I relaxed into his embrace and wrapped my arms around his middle, squeezing him slightly. “I am sorry for how I acted this afternoon,” I mumbled into his chest. He kissed the top of my head,

“You are very predictable Little Star, I knew you would be angry with me after your meeting with Minerva…It was just a matter of when you would burst through my door.”

“Would you let me make it up to you?” I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

He raised an eyebrow, “And how exactly do you intend to do that?”

I played with the buttons of his cassock and raised myself on my toes so I could whisper in his ear, “Sit down at the desk and I’ll show you.” I finished my statement by nibbling gently on his earlobe.

He groaned but complied and walked over to his chair, taking a seat and staring at me.

I walked over to him and knelt down so I was situated between his legs. His head fell back when I ran my hands from his knees to his thighs, squeezing his growing hardness through his trousers.

“I've thought about this, you know.” I winked at Severus as I pulled him out of the confines of his dark woolen trousers. “Hiding under your desk while you grade parchments, relieves some of your…stress.” I wiggled my eyebrows and licked a long stripe from the base of him to the tip. His thighs tensed and his teeth pressed together with a hiss.

“You are going to be the death of me–.” Whatever he was going to say was cut off when I took him fully into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him like my life depended on it. His hand flew to my hair and he tangled his fingers through my dark tresses. I knew that Severus being as closed off as he was, this would probably not going to be a regular occurrence so I decided to completely blow his mind while I had the chance.

I continued to suck him, his quiet groans were the most erotic thing I have ever heard. His hand tightened around my hair and I could tell by the way he was thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth that he was close so I doubled down my efforts. I took him so deeply into my mouth that his tip hit the back of my throat and I moaned around him, creating a sexy vibration around his cock.

“So close.” He muttered, “Good girl, don’t stop…” He trailed off with a groan. It only took a few more passes up and down his manhood before he gripped my hair tightly and exploded down my throat with a low growl. I, of course, swallowed every last drop and pulled away, smiling up at him.

“Consider yourself forgiven.” He smirked once he caught his breath.

***The Final Task***

“Jellybean!” My grandfather yelled in my direction as I tried and failed to pass the section of stands where the teachers and ministry officials were seated.

I gripped Edwins' arm tightly, “He is just going to yell it again…It is best that you just go sit with him.” He whispered and I groaned, looking towards the stands where my grandfather was sitting. My heart leaped when I noticed who he was sitting beside…My dungeon bat.

Edwin and I broke away and I walked up the wooden stands to greet my grandfather. “There is my Jellybean!” He enveloped me in his large arms. When he finally released me he gestured to the seat beside Severus. “Sit! Before the festivities start, tell me about your exams!”

I sat down in the empty seat beside Severus and my grandfather took his seat on the other side of me. “Exams went well…O’s and E’s all around.” I smiled at my grandfather and his face lit up with pride. I always did revel in that as a child. When I would do something that made him proud, his chubby, bearded face swelled with the biggest smile and his eyes lit up as though I was the most special thing in the world.

I was continuing my talk with my grandfather and trying my best not to acknowledge Severus beside me. However, the fact that Granddad was insisting on using my childhood nickname so much was starting to embarrass me to no end. “I don’t want to hear a word about this later,” I said mentally, hoping my lover was listening in on my thoughts which he was because he smirked subtly.

After a few moments of catching up, it was time for the task to start. The crowds cheered for their favorite champions until Dumbledore amplified his voice with his wand, encouraging us all to be silent. After explaining the task, the cannon was shot and the champions began their trek into the dark maze.

Granddad spent most of the time we were sitting around waiting for one of the champions to appear talking to the Minister for Magic about the annual summer gala we would be throwing. I sat in silence, every once in a while sending Severus a message in my head, and in return, he would throw me acknowledgments to whatever I said that were so subtle anyone else would miss them.

We sat for almost two hours until something happened…Harry appeared and the crowds erupted with cheers which were killed quickly when everyone realized that Harry wasn't alone. He had apparated back with the body of Cedric Diggory.

My grandfather stood quickly, rushing down the stairs to the landing where Harry was clutching Cedric’s body and sobbing hysterically. I was already standing when I felt Severus’ hand on my arm, applying enough pressure, I knew he wanted me to stay where I was.

Edwin ran over to me through the sea of people, he looked pale and terrified. “What happened?” I asked when he released me from the hug. “Harry said ‘you know who’ is back…That he is the one that killed Cedric and Harry escaped.”

My grandfather ran to me, enveloping me in a bone-crushing hug. “Granddad, is it true? Is he back?” I asked and he just shushed me quietly. He pulled away and kissed my forehead, “I will explain everything when you are home and safe. For now, go back to the castle where it is safe.” I nodded

Edwin and I walked to the castle together, the realization that ‘He who must not be named’ was back and now the possibility of a second wizarding war being on the horizon had everyone shaken and the walk to the back to the castle was silent even with the multitude of students traveling at the same time…eerily silent.

Edwin and I made our way down the stands. I knew I needed to talk to Severus, I looked for him as the stands started to clear but he was nowhere to be found. I decided that I would go to him in the morning, he would probably be in Dumbledore’s office all night discussing what to do since a student died.

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[c-m-stuff]

Teaching

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are together. When he failed his qualification again, you tried to teach him.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, 1x6 spoilers

-Word count: 1361

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad!) Hey y'all, I want to all thank you so much for the love I've received! Means a lot. Thank you!

Masterlist

Y/N POV:

I placed myself on the chair by my desk, sipping my coffee. Emily walked in, looking a bit sad.

'Spencer failed his qualification.' she told us, as the same sad expression appeared on my face. We all knew, Spencer had a bit trouble, working with a gun. I felt really bad for him, he didn't pass.

'Well, he can re-test in two weeks.' David spoke, matter of fact.

'Yeah, but he's going to be embarrassed about it, so let's not mention it.' Emily continued, as we all nodded.

'Not a word.' Derek replied.

On that moment, my boyfriend walked irritated in, crashing on his chair. The first thing Derek did, was getting up, making his way towards the genius.

'Hey, we're all here for you.' Spencer gave him a look.

'I'm serious. If you ever need anything... Just blow on that.' the muscular man did the rope with a whistle around his neck, chuckling at the sight. Spencer quickly took it off, walking angrily away.

'Derek was that now necessary?' I lightly hit him on his chest.

'(Y/L/N), can I talk to you for a moment?' Aaron joined the conversation, while I nodded, and followed him towards his office.

I took a seat, waiting for him to begin.

'I guess, you already heard about Reid's failed qualification?' he asked, as I agreed with him.

'Well, as you know, profilers are not required to carry a gun. But, I know, he really wants it. I've tried to teach him, and I would do it again, but I can't. Jack's teacher just called, he got sick on school, and I need to pick him up and take care of him. Since, we have no case today, it would be the perfect opportunity to practice again. If you don't mind, would you want to try teach him?'

'Yeah, of course!'

'But, can I ask, why you chose me?' I genuinely wondered.

'Because, you're really good with a gun. And, I know, you're patient, and close with Reid.' a smile crept on my lips, happy from the compliment.

'Thank you, Hotch. I will start right away.' I stood up, and placed my hand on the door knob, before turning around.

'And, I hope Jack gets better soon.' my earlier smile mirrored on his face, as I now walked out the office.

I couldn't see Spencer anywhere, considering he's still pissed. I decided to go to the break room, guessing he was there. Apparently, my guess was right, as I saw the tall man pouring himself some coffee. I walked closer to him, and placed my hand on his shoulder.

'Hey, you're okay?'

'I'm fine.' he simply answered, but we both knew, it was a lie.

'Spence, I'm sorry about you qualification.'

'It's okay, don't worry about it.' he said, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

'What about, I help you with it?' I tried so sound more enthusiastic, hoping to brighten up the mood a little.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, I just spoke to Hotch, and he asked me to teach you, if you want. He can't do it himself, since Jack it sick.'

'You really want that?' he asked, with a bit insecurity in his voice.

'Of course, I want to! Come, let's go.' soon enough, we were in the exercise room, the target already in sight.

'Alright, safety first.' I handed him the hearing protector and safety glasses.

'Now, we're going to load the gun.' we both filled our guns with bullets.

'Hotch always learned me the three steps. One: front sight, you need to focus on the front sight. Not on the target.' in the meanwhile, Spencer stood for the target, gun in front of him, ready to shoot.

'Two: controlled trigger press.' I contiuned.

'Three: You need to follow through. After the shot you come right back to the target. Try.' he did what I said, shooting on the target.

Sadly enough, he shot wide of the target, not hitting the drawn black person, he needed to hit. He sighed, lowering the gun.

'Don't worry, love. Now, what did you do wrong?'

'I didn't follow through.' he answered, knowing his fault.

'Right. You came off the target to see where you hit.'

'(Y/N), I barely passed my first qualification, now I failed my second one.' he stated, irritated.

'You're going to be fine, sweetheart. I'm going to help you till you can do it perfectly. Now watch.' he made room for me, as I took place. I holded my gun in perfect position, placing my finger on the trigger.

'Front sight, triggers press, follow through.' my finger pressed the trigger, hitting the target almost perfectly in the middle. It was only a few inches away for the perfect shot.

I lowered my gun, and turned around.

'I'm not so good as Hotch, but-'

'Not so good? (Y/N), that was perfect!' Spencer looked with disbelief and proud eyes in mine. I smiled from his confession.

'Alright, try again.'

He placed himself again for the target, aiming with his gun, and shooting. It was better than the last time, the bullet hitting now almost a part of the drawn black person, but it still wasn't on it.

'They're going to take away my gun.' he stated, insecure.

'No, they're not. Let me help you.'

I gave a good look at Spencer his position. His legs weren't at the right spot, and his gun needed a bit more to the left. I improved the mistakes, while talking:

'When I joined the BAU as last one, Hotch told me something, Gideon told him: "You don't have to carry a gun to kill someone.".'

'Look at me, without a gun on my belt, I look like a teacher's assistant.' he joked, making me laugh.

'You look fabulous, gorgeous. With or without a gun. Now, why don't you try to shoot again?'

He gave me a soft smile, and nodded. While staying in position, the bullet shot through the target. However, this time it was in the drawn black person, just in the middle. He did exactly the three steps, making the perfect shot.

'YOU DID IT, SPENCE!' I yelled, excitedly, as he placed his gun aside, and wrapped me into a tight hug.

'I can't believe, I did it!' the most happiest smile was painted on his soft lips.

'I am so proud of you!' we gently ended the sweet hug, admiring one another.

'Thank you, (Y/N). So much. I couldn't do it without your help.' I smiled, giving him a loving kiss.

'I'm glad, I could help. Now, you need to practice a bit more, but you'll be fine.'

He nodded in agreement, and we went back to practicing. Not every shot was as perfect as that one, but it got better and better. I'm sure, when the test comes, he's ready.

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2 weeks later:

It was a normal morning for the BAU. Everyone by their desks, chatting with each other. Suddenly, Spencer came running by, happiness visibly in his expression.

'I did it! I passed my qualification!' I immediately crashed in his arms, hugging him proudly.

'Congratulations! I knew, you could do it!'

'All thanks to you, love.' we slowly ended the comforting hug, looking in each others gorgeous eyes.

Everyone congratulated him, I could see they all were proud and happy for him. As Spencer and I, lost eye contact, he turned around to gave a look at Derek. He trew the rope with whistle towards him, a grin on his face.

He then, walked away, leaving Derek behind with a shocked expression. It was quickly replaced by a big laugh, looking proudly at the object.

'Touché kid.'

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[klausysworld]

Hey 👋🏻 You write very well🥺 Can I request something? If you liked the idea you may write it I would love to read😊

Student Teacher Trope between Klaus and Reader where she hides her feelings towards Klaus meanwhile all students swoon over the teacher. Obviously one day he makes her stay and dot dot dot. Please don’t hesitate on making it as smuty as you want😂. Thank you🙃

Something about this picture just-

His little secret?

PT2

“I don’t care what you say he is fucking hott” my friend exclaimed as we walked down the school halls

“I never said he wasn’t hot, I’m just not seeing why everyone thinks he’s the best thing on the planet. Someone actually broke up with their boyfriend just to look, and i quote ‘more available for him’ because apparently he might want someone more vulnerable and pathetic. What is a pedo?” I asked and my friend slapped my arm

“We’re literally in college, we’re of legal age and he can fuck anyone he wants, any time he wants if he likes” she dazed as her eyes trained forward. I turned my head to see just the man, Mr.Mikaelson heading right towards us, our eyes locked for a split second before i rolled mine and gave my friend a look

“Really-“

“Shut up he can hear us” she whisper yelled and i sighed

“No he can’t” i mumbled turning to look in his direction, he was leaning against the doorframe to his classroom, talking to a student though as soon as i looked over his eyes flickered to meet mine. His hand came up to a little wave as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth

“Never mind he can definitely hear us” i whispered and she grabbed my arm dragged me away

“Oh my god he waved at you” she was bouncing on her feet as a huge grin spread across my face

“Oh my gosh we’re to be wed!” I cried out sarcastically

“Really!!?”

“Nope now lets get going” i walked off towards our first lesson of the day and she made a sound of disappointment

“But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we just…I don’t know sat in his office for a little bit”

“Ew the both of us and him? Let’s face it half the school would pile it” i scrunched my nose up and she grumbled

“Fine I’ll just go” she muttered

“You care about your grades” i reminded and she sighed

“Not if he’s an option”

“Teachers don’t even get paid much”

“He’s a professor and his designer jacket says otherwise. So does the brand new suit that he’s currently in that he looks- ugh just delicious in” her head was thrown back dramatically as i laughed

“Oh yes very sexy indeed, do you think he’d take me against his office walls? My dark red underwear watches the paint sir, would you like to compare it?” I asked rhetorically with a hand over my heart

“How do you know what colour the walls are?” She asked with an eyebrow arched.

“I’ve gone in a couple times, you know for papers and stuff, he’s sent me to grab things for him a few times” she made an ‘mhm’ as we kept walking

“Well if you ever get to be in there with him do tell” she whispered with a wink before we split off to our first classes

So first and second sucked

And now we had the legend himself.

As soon as i got stepped through the doors i sighed, running my hand down my face to mentally prepare myself for everyone to gawk and whisper over him

I quietly made my way past his desk to my seat which was way to close to the front than i would normally be but my best friend insisted we sit right by him at the start of the year and I wasn’t expecting a fucking god to turn up

Like yes he’s hot and yes he’s very fuckable but when everyone says it i get annoyed so I’ve decided not to fawn over him every second.

But then again…when you’re actually sat right infront of him, close enough to smell his cologne and able to see every detail of his skin, the way his shirt is a little too tight around his biceps as he removed his blazer. Lets just say my legs stay clamped together as i try my best to focus on the task at hand.

My skirt was way too short today to be sat infront of this man. I shifted in my seat as my eyes travelled to his hands that were scribbling something down while he spoke to the class. Such a rich voice, deep and throaty, i looked back to his face, such beautiful eyes, almost sapphire colour with with a shine of electric blue in certain lights.

God he’s just so dreamy…

And he is looking right at me. Shit what did he ask?

“Miss y/n, the answer?” He asked, both brows risen as i opened and closed my mouth a few times

“Uhm I’m not sure?” I asked in a confused tone and his gaze darkened

“Have you been listening for the past 20 minutes?” He questioned and my eyes grew wide, i wiped my head round to the clock to see we were indeed 20 minutes in. I heard his throat clear as i turned back to him with a nervous smile

“Eh well no…not really” i muttered honestly and the corner of his mouth twitched like it did earlier

“Whilst i admire your honesty i am afraid i will need to be seeing you after class, you’ve missed some important parts of the course while in your dream land” he replied seeming amused with the situation, at least he’s not mad.

“Yep sure, sorry sir” i mumbled before smacking my head on the desk a little too loud and silently telling myself to fuck off. I could hear my friend snicker as she rubbed my back

“Oh how i wonder what you were fantasising about” she whispered to me and i smacked the back of her head. She gasped a tad but too loud drawing attention. His attention.

“Miss y/n would you like to step outside?” Me and my friend glanced at each other panicked and she mouthed a sorry as i grabbed my bag and walked out.

He was still talking. I could just leave right? Skip the rest of the day and try again tomorrow. Good plan, I’m proud of myself. Just i took a step backwards away from the door he walked out infront of me. Hands behind his back as the door clicked closed

“Leaving?” He asked with a certain glint in his eyes

“No…just um”

“Don’t lie, you were honest earlier, I don’t appreciate liars” the authority in his voice had my body running hot.

“I was gonna leave, yeah” I murmured with my head down slightly. I glanced up at him to see his eyes narrowed in thought

“Go for a walk, and return at the end of the day, i would like to see you in my office” he got quieter with the last sentence and he was now much closer to me, oh god i could feel his body heat. My eyes flicked to his and I swallowed thickly as i weakly nodded my head. His eye line lowered before returning to mine

“Your skirt…” he started

Go on say it’s too short

“It’s pretty” he muttered, his fingers touched the bottom of it, brushing over the tops on my thighs as i sucked in a breath, god it was like everything in me was begging for him to fuck me, I wouldn’t care if every other person in the building came to watch as long as he touched me.

“Thank you sir” I uttered and his tongue darted out to wet his lips

“I’ll see you soon miss y/n” his hand lingered dangerously close to my surely damp underwear before he walked back into his room.

I groaned as I lightly hit the wall and stormed off now both normally frustrated and sexually frustrated

Anyway

I took my walk, and got lunch and then went home and slept.

I now sluggishly made my way to his office, most people were gone, a few people walking out. I was a little late.

I knocked on his door lightly almost hoping maybe he had gone home. That thought was short lived as the door opened, he coaxed me into the room quickly and guided me to sit in the chair opposite to his. Rude, we got shitty chairs and he got a fancy leather, vintage looking seat.

“You’re late” he stated as he sat down

“I was asleep” i told him mid yawn and he hummed

“Are you awake enough to be learning or should we reschedule?”

Yes fantastic.

“Good idea, I’m exhausted! Will come back tomorrow instead, great plan, right well, eh bye” i quickly rushed towards the door but an arm round my waist pulled me back to his chest making me squeak in surprise

“Now now, that was just rude” he whispered lowly into my ear, fuck he was hot. It felt as though my clit was pulsing. His hand was fiddling with the top of my skirt and I couldn’t stop myself from propping my ass out slightly, pressing against his crotch making him grunt. A very sexy grunt.

I could feel him becoming hard against me as he sighed and brought his other hand to rest on my left thigh.

“You shouldn’t be presenting such a lovely ass to any man like this sweetheart, especially your professor.” He told me as his hand moved higher up, pushing the skirt up as he gripped my upper thigh, so fucking close to my cunt it was unbelievable.

“You shouldn’t be hard for your student” I responded quietly

“I wouldn’t be hard if i knew you weren’t soaked” he whispered, a finger pressed to my entrance through my panties making me gasp and take a step away from him. He didn’t stop me as i span around and took a step back towards the close door, when did that close?

“You’re my teacher- you could be fired and i’d be called a slut. Literally any other girl in any of your other classes will be perfect for what you want! I’m gonna go home and I’ll see you later- at school- in class with other people and with a longer skirt.” Just as my hand twisted the handle he was back infront of me, hands on my shoulders making heat rush through me at the contact. My heart thumped loudly in my ears as his face neared mine

“What exactly do you think that i want?” He asked huskily

“Well i think it’s obvious to assume you want sex” i laughed breathlessly and he frowned a little

“But you do not?” He asked, his head tilting in question

“I don’t want the reputation that comes with it” i whispered

“I will keep you a secret my love” he muttered, he then pressed a soft kiss to my jaw making my eyes close momentarily

“You don’t like liars” i mumbled but he kept leaving kisses down my neck, finding the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and sucking with a hum. The little whimper that came from me had him licking a bold stipe over the newly formed hickey

“No but i like you more than i care about a small lie” he muttered into my skin

“How many other girls have you had in this office?” I asked trying to clear my thoughts

“None, only you have been in here, i only ever send you to get my papers and I’ve only kept you behind” my head tilted back in response inviting his greedy lips to colour me purple

“You could have anybody else” i mumbled and he huffed into my shoulder before pulling away, a darker look in his eyes

“I want you, do not act as though you weren’t lusting over me only a few hours ago, did you know that you fiddle with your hair? You pen was in your mouth, you were taunting me. But when i told you i didn’t like you to lie you obeyed, because you want to be good for me, look at me and tell me that you want me to step away, you can go home if you want to sweetheart but it won’t lessen my admiration for you” i blinked in response unsure what to do next. I could feel my thighs growing sticky as they pressed together. He took in my silence and nodded

“Okay” he uttered taking a step away from me, his hands missing from my body and his lips gone from my skin.

“I didn’t ask you to step away” i whispered looking up at him through my lashes

“What would you like me to do?” He asked moving forward

“Kiss me” i barely murmured before his lips were on mine, soft and full as he pressed me into the door, hands on my face as i moaned quietly against him. His hot tongue slipped into my mouth immediately claiming mine, I didn’t even want to put up a fight for dominance. Everything about this man screamed authority and i loved it.

“Jump y/n” he muttered into me and i was fast to wrap my legs around his waist, my skirt was pushed all the way up, my panties pushed right against his hard on.

“You’re going to be so beautiful on my cock one day, my love” my mouth gaped slightly at his words, his lips were back at my throat going down between my top

“I don’t think anyone else should see you walking around with such a low cut top” he muttered, his tongue swiped over the swells of my breasts. His hands coming to push the sides of my breasts pushing them forward out of my bra to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. His teeth scraped the sensitive bud making me gasp and arch towards him, he groaned as he tugged at it, my hands gripped his hair, such perfectly done hair. He never failed to dress his best.

“Such sweet sounds” he murmured as he pulled away with a small ‘pop’. His index and thumb pinched at the wet nipple while his mouth went for the other giving it the same treatment before slipping them both back into my bra

“I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of time in here, there are other teachers waking around and i can’t have anyone see you so vulnerable” he whispered kissing my lips again

“If you just want a quick fuck it’s fine” i muttered reaching between us to remove his belt. His hand grabbed onto mine halting my actions as i held the leather accessory

“I thought you understood, i like you, i care about you and you are not just a fuck release. I want to have you properly, forever” he told me as he took my face in his hand

“You want me to be your little secret” i replied with a confused frown

“Well yes but…only until you have finished your education, then we will be together publicly” his face was so serious he couldn’t be lying

“Together” I uttered and he responded with a kiss to my lips. Loving but hungry as his hips ground to mine, quiet throaty moans falling from his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved round to run down my back, it rested over my ass and he squeezed gently at the flesh

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked towards his desk. He sat me down ontop the polished wood, it was cold against the backs of my thighs but i didn’t mind, his hands were all over my body keeping me warm anyway.

His fingertips played with the waistband of my panties pulling at them making me lift my hips letting him pull them off my legs. He stuffed then into his drawer as he pulled away form my face

“Spread your pretty legs” he murmured running his hands along my upper thighs. I opened them across the desk letting him see how wet i was

“You’re dripping onto my desk love” he muttered as his fingers moved to spread my lower lips. I moaned softly, my hands moved to hold onto his forearm pulling him closer to my desperate cunt. I could feel the heat inside me begging for him and i urged him to keep touching

“Please sir” i whispered.

“You can call me Klaus, we are to be together, you cannot call me your professor forever” he smiled slightly at me and I returned it shyly. God what was he doing to me. This morning i was rolling my eyes at the thought of swooning for him and now i was begging him to finger me?

His middle finger brushing over my clit had my thoughts rushing away as i moaned much too loud making him chuckle

“Remember there are others hear” he reminded while flicking his finger over my slippery sphere. My body tightened momentarily as i whimpered. His fingers moved quick and pressed down a little heavier every however many seconds. The pressure on my clit made the pressure inside me grow too. The sensitive bundle of nerves had my hips lifting to meet his touch, what i imagine to be a ball of electricity spinning together was forming in my lower abdomen

A finger pushing inside of my fluttering walls, i moaned loudly and he shushed me, he leaned down to push my face into his neck while he slid his finger in and out of my body, his thumb was quick to keep my needy clit company. My lips latched onto his smooth skin, i sucked harshly in hopes of leaving my own marks on him while he added another finger.

“Say my name” he muttered, I whimpered softly and his other hand patted the top my ass

“Say it”

“Klaus!” I moaned into his neck giving in to his command

“That’s it love, keep going, quietly” he whispered as his fingers curled inside of me. The electricity growing while i chanted his name

“Good girl, good girl” he repeated as he managed to get a third finger inside me. I could feel my walls stretching around his hand as I squirmed in pleasure

“Oh god- I’m going to cum on your desk” i cried throwing my head back

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my hand love?” He asked huskily

“Fuck- I’m- and you’re- oh god” my mind was running a thousand miles per minute as i took in the situation. Despite how wrong everything we were doing was my body craved him. His fingers were reaching just the right spot inside me to have my legs shaking, my walls squeezing his hand tightly while my nails dug into the wood below.

“Be the good girl i know you are and let go for me, come on darling” he encouraged making me muffle my moans into his neck again, my blunt teeth nipping his skin.

A hand brushed at my jaw as his thumb stroked my cheek. My mouth hung open though no sounds escaped as I finally came around his fingers, i could feel it spill between my thighs to the desk while i panted with my head tucked under his chin while he whispered sweet things to me.

Just as i was about to say something we heard someone knock at the door, blood drained from my face as i clutched his shirt

“Shh sh” he hushed while pulling me down from the desk

“Who is it?” He called

“Mr Mikaelson? I’m on my way out now, there’s only one or two others here, have a good evening” one of the other teachers yelled through the door

“Of course, you too miss” he replied while he threaded his fingers through my hair

“That was terrifying” I uttered and he laughed breathily

“Perhaps next time we’ll go to my house” he offered tilting my jaw to look at him

“Uhuh and the time after that maybe I’ll be waiting under the table for you” i giggled and his eyes blackened

Before he could speak however my phone went off, my mother.

“Oh i have to go” i mumbled and he nodded

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning yes?” He asked while he quickly wiped my legs with some hand wipes he had on his desk

“Can i have my underwear back?” I questioned trying to control my blush

“I’m afraid i need those, I think I’ll make a collection hm?” He smirked as he kissed my lips once more

“You are a dirty man” I muttered

He simply hummed in return and tugged my skirt to cover a little more of my ass

“Careful when you walk, although a pretty skirt, it is a tad bit short” he muttered feeling my ass through the material

“Should i pick a longer one?” I asked pushing back into him again

“Absolutely not”

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